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Oh, where is he that trod the sea?
Oh where is he that spake,
And lepers from their pains are free,
And slaves their fetters break?
The lame and palsied freely rise,
With joy the dumb do sing;
And, on the darkened, blinded eyes,
Glad beams of morning spring!
Oh where is he that trod the sea?
Oh, where is he that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead from slumber wake?
Here, here art thou, almighty Lord!
Oh, speak to us once more,
And let thy healing, quickening word,
Our ruined souls restore!
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1866 | # 279 |
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GLEN
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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