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| I Will Sing The Wondrous Story |
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| I will sing the wondrous story |
| Of the Christ Who died for me; |
| How He left His home in glory |
| For the cross of Calvary. |
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| Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story |
| Of the Christ Who died for me, |
| Sing it with the saints in glory, |
| Gathered by the crystal sea. |
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| I was lost, but Jesus found me, |
| Found the sheep that went astray, |
| Threw His loving arms around me, |
| Drew me back into His way. |
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| I was bruised, but Jesus healed me, |
| Faint was I from many a fall, |
| Sight was gone, and fears possessed me, |
| But He freed me from them all. |
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| Days of darkness still come o’er me, |
| Sorrow’s path I often tread, |
| But His presence still is with me; |
| By His guiding hand I’m led. |
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| He will keep me till the river |
| Rolls its waters at my feet; |
| Then He’ll bear me safely over, |
| Where the loved ones I shall meet. |
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