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SING the theme of Jesus’ love, Sweeter than all themes above; Love unmerited and free, Our triumphant song shall be. |
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2 | Love, so vast it knows no end; Love, too deep to comprehend; Love, which made the Lord of all Drink the wormwood and the gall. |
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3 | Love, which led Him to the cross, Bearing there unuttered loss; Love, which brought Him to the gloom Of the cold and darksome tomb. |
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4 | Love which made Him thence arise Far above the starry skies, There with tender, loving care, All His people’s griefs to share. |
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5 | Love, which will not let Him rest Till His chosen all are blest; Till they all for whom He died Live rejoicing by His side. |
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Albert Midlane, 1825-1909 |