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Save in the death of Christ, my God.
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All the vain things that charm me most,
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I sacrifice them through his blood.
Verse 3
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See from His head, His hands, His feet,
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Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
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Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
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Or thorns compose so rich a crown.
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Were the whole realm of nature mine,
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That were an offering far too small.
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Love so amazing, so divine,
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Demands my soul, my life, my all.