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| | Amazing Grace Saturday, May 17, 2008, 3:20 PM
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Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
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That saved a wretch like me.
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I once was lost, but now im found,
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Was blind, but now I see.
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Twas grace that thought my heart to fear,
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and grace my fears released. How precious
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did that grace appear, the hour I first believed.
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When we've been there ten thousand years,
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bright shining as the sun,
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we've no less days to sing god's praise
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than when did when we first begun.
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Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
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That saved a wretch like me.
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I once was lost, but now im found,
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Was blind, but now I see. |
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The Old Rugged Cross Friday, Mar 21, 2008, 1:05 AM
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,The emblem of suff'ring and shame,
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain.
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So I'll chereish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it someday for a crown.
O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above To beam it to dark Calvary.
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In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, A wondrous beauty I see;
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died To pardon and sanctify me.
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To the old rugged cross I will ever be true, Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me someday to my home far away, Where His glory forever I'll share.
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Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed? Friday, Mar 21, 2008, 1:04 AM
Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed? and did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head, For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, For man the creature'ssin.
But dropsof grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord,I give myself away--"tis all that I can do.
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