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122. The Holy Lamb Has Died | P.M. |
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| 1 | The holy Lamb has died, |
| A victim on the tree, |
| For sinners He was crucified, |
| To set them free; |
| He bore the righteous stroke |
| Of God's right hand of power, |
| O'er Him the waves and billows broke, |
| In that dark hour. |
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| 2 | Our sins were on Him laid, |
| He bowed beneath the load, |
| By Him the mighty debt was paid— |
| The debt we owed; |
| Now see Him on the throne |
| Who once on Calvary bled, |
| The One who did for guilt atone, |
| O'er all as Head. |
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| 3 | The Father runs to meet |
| His lost and guilty son; |
| The robe, the ring, the sandaled feet, |
| Tell what He's done; |
| "The fatted calf bring here, |
| 'Tis meet we merry be, |
| My son far off, is now brought near— |
| Rejoice with Me." |
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| 4 | Come, guilty sinner, come, |
| Why wilt thou still delay? |
| Within the Father's house there's room, |
| Christ is the way; |
| The Father's kiss still waits, |
| For thee His heart doth mourn, |
| And open wide are thrown the gates, |
| Return! return! |
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