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339. I Love to Sing of Jesus | 7.6. |
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| 1 | I love to sing of Jesus, |
| The story all so true; |
| To me most sweet and precious, |
| The old but ever new. |
| He came from brightest glory, |
| From radiant courts on high; |
| How matchless is the story |
| Of Him who came to die! |
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| I love to sing of Jesus, |
| The story all so true; |
| To me most sweet and precious, |
| The old but ever new. |
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| 2 | The babe in Bethlehem's manger, |
| The lowly One on earth; |
| Rejected and a stranger, |
| Few cared to know His worth. |
| My soul would now recall Him, |
| In all His perfect love; |
| Which only Calvary's Victim |
| Its wondrous depths could prove. |
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| 3 | 'Twas there my Saviour suffered, |
| And tasted death for me; |
| Yes, there the work He finished, |
| That sets me ever free. |
| My sins all laid upon Him, |
| The wrath and judgment borne; |
| The power of Satan broken, |
| In Jesus' death of scorn. |
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| 4 | And now the Lord is risen, |
| His travail ever o'er; |
| Seated in highest heaven, |
| Alive to die no more. |
| And soon He's coming for me, |
| To take me home above; |
| Where still I'll sing the story |
| Of Jesus and His love. |
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