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Let earth and seas, with all the skies,
in grateful songs conspire;
Since Christ, the Lord, for sinners dies,
To pluck them from the fire.
Satan accuses all the saints,
And roars as lions do;
But Jesus hears their long complaints,
And says, “I died for you.”
'Tis Christ that plucks our souls as brands
From everlasting fire;
And safely keeps us in his hands,
Till death shall raise us higher.
In filthy garments we were drest,
To purity estranged;
Nor did we differ from the rest,
“Till grace the heart had changed.”
O may our souls with rapture think,
While with our tongues we tell
How Jesus plucked us from the brink
Of misery and hell.
Victorious grace and boundless love,
To God alone belong;
Praise him below, praise him above,
In every tuneful song.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Name:
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ST. AGNES, DURHAM
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1866
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 278 | No key | | # 84 | No key | | # 60 | A | | # 46 | Ab | | # 135 | Ab | | # 536 | F | | # 486 | G | | # 79 | G | | # 128 | G | | # 129 | G | | # 308 | G | | # 276 | G | | # 374 | G | | # 327 | G | | # 289 | G | | # 5 | G | | # 137 | G | | # 201 | G | | # 178 | G | | # 450 | G | | # 322 | G | | # 769 | G |
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