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Oh, not my own these verdant hills
And fruits and flowers and stream and wood;
But his who all with glory fills,
Who bought me with is precious blood.
Oh, not my own this wondrous frame,
Its curious work, its living soul;
But his who for my ransom came:
Slain for my sake, he claims the whole.
Oh, not my own the grace that keeps,
My feet from fierce temptations free;
Oh, not my own the thought that leaps,
Adoring, blesséd Lord, to thee!
“Oh, not my own!, I'll soar and sing,
When life, with all its toils, is o’er,
And thou thy trembling lamb shalt bring
Safe home, to wander never more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 6:19;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 718 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BERNE
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 318 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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