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f 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Sung by raptured saints above; Didst redeem me with Thy blood. Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love. 4 By Thy hand restored, defended,
Safe through life thus far I've come;
I 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Wandering from the fold of God; Bring me to my heavenly home.
Rev. R. Robinson, 1758
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2 Hail! ye saints! who know His favor,
Who within His gates are found,— There, on high exalt the Saviour, Let His courts with praise resound.
3 Jesus! Thee our Saviour hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own; |
Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round Thy throne.
4 Now, ye saints! His power confessing, In your grateful strains adore; For His mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore.
Rev. William Goode, i8ii |
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