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Here God hath made his nature known,
And thought can never trace,
Which of his glories brightest shone
In our Redeemer’s face.
Oh, the sweet mysteries of that cross,
Where Jesus lov’d and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounded side.
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav’nly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel’s name,
And try their choicest strains.
Oh, may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
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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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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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