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| Glory Be To Jesus |
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| Glory be to Jesus who in bitter pains |
| Poured for me the life blood from His sacred veins |
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| Grace and life eternal in that blood I find |
| Blest be his compassion infinitely kind. |
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| Abel’s blood for vengeance pleaded to the skies |
| But the blood of Jesus for our pardon cries. |
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| Oft’ as it is sprinkled on our` guilty hearts, |
| Satan in confusion terror struck departs. |
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| Lift ye then your voices swell the mighty flood |
| Louder still and louder praise the precious blood |
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