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2 Here the King of all the ages,
Throned in light ere worlds could be, Robed in mortal flesh is dying, Crucified by sin for me.
3 O mysterious condescending!
O abandonment sublime! |
Very God Himself is bearing All the sufferings of time!
4 Evermore for human failure
By His passion we can plead;
God has borne all mortal anguish,
Surely He ■will know our need. |
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2 Here we sit, in wonder, viewing 4 For Thy sorrows we adore Thee,
Mercy poured in streams of blood; For the pains that wrought our peace;
Precious drops, our souls bedewing, Gracious Saviour, we implore Thee,
Make and plead our peace with God. In our hearts Thy love increase. |
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3 Truly blessed is the station, Low before His cross to lie, While we see divine compassion Beaming in His gracious eye. |
S Here we feel our sins forgiven, While upon the Lamb we gaze; And our thoughts are all of heaven, And our lips o'erflow with praise.
James Allen, 1759 |
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