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| I KNOW a Flower so sweet and fair, | |
| There is no earthly blossom | |
| With Sharon’s Rose that may compare; | |
| Fain would I wear | |
| Its Fragrance in my bosom. | 5 |
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| It is the True and Living Word, | |
| Whom God Himself hath given | |
| To be our Guide, our Light, our Lord, | |
| In Whom is stored | |
| All hope for earth and Heaven. | 10 |
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| Hark! how He saith—Come unto Me, | |
| Ye burdened and sad-hearted; | |
| Granted your heart’s desire shall be, | |
| And pardon free | |
| To mourning Souls imparted. | 15 |
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| This is My Body that I give, | |
| For you in Mercy broken; | |
| Whate’er is Mine with it receive, | |
| If ye believe | |
| And keep what I have spoken. | 20 |
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| This is My Blood once shed for you, | |
| Ye hearts, now faint and sinking; | |
| Drink of My Cup and find anew | |
| Fresh Strength to do | |
| My Bidding without shrinking. | 25 |
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| Ah, Lord, by Thy most bitter Woes | |
| We pray Thee ne’er forsake us; | |
| Since Thou couldst even die for those | |
| Who were Thy foes, | |
| Thy Children deign to make us. | 30 |
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| And keep us ever close to Thee; | |
| Give courage to confess Thee | |
| However dark the time may be, | |
| Till safe and free | |
| In Heaven at last we bless Thee. | 35 |
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