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O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of life:
Its living streams I've tasted
Which save from grief and strife.
And to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand;
His grace is all-sufficient
As by His wisdom planned.
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O Christ, He
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is the
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fountain,
The
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deep, sweet well of
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life:
Its living streams I've
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tast
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ed
Which
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save from
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grief and
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strife.
And
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to an ocean
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fulness,
His
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mercy doth ex
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pand;
His grace is
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all-suf
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fi
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cient
As
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by His
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wisdom
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planned.
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O I am my Beloved's,
And my Beloved's mine;
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine!
I stand upon His merit;
I know no other stand.
I'm hidden in His presence
And held by His own hand.
O I am my Beloved's,
And my Beloved's mine;
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine!
I stand upon His merit;
I know no other stand.
I'm hidden in His presence
And held by His own hand.
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O I am
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my
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Beloved's,
And
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my Beloved's
A-A7
mine;
He brings a poor vile
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sinner
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Into His
A7
house of
D-D7
wine!
I
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stand upon His
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merit;
I
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know no other
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stand.
I'm hidden
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in His
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presence
And
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held by
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His own
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hand.
3
The Bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace:
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory,
And my eternal stand!
The Bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace:
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory,
And my eternal stand!
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The Bride
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eyes not
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her garment,
But
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her dear
A-A7
Bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at
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glory,
But
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on my
A7
King of
D-D7
grace:
Not
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at the crown He
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giveth,
But
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on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is
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all the
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glory,
And
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my
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eternal
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stand!