339. I Love to Sing of Jesus
7.6.
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I love to sing of Jesus,
To me most sweet and precious,
He came from brightest glory,
From radiant courts on high;
How matchless is the story
To me most sweet and precious,
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The babe in Bethlehem’s manger,
Few cared to know His worth.
My soul would now recall Him,
Which only Calvary’s Victim
Its wondrous depths could prove.
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’Twas there my Savior suffered,
Yes, there the work He finished,
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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And now the Lord is risen,
Seated in highest heaven,
And soon He’s coming for me,
Where still I’ll sing the story