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a
L
L
G
G
G
G
G
F
F
F
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C
G
G
G
G
G
F
F
F
F
Emin
G
G
G
G
G
G
G
F
F
F
F
D7
G
G
G
G
5
G
F
F
F
F
G
G
G
F
F
F
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b
a
L
L
G
F
F
F
D7
G
G
G
G
Emin
F
F
G
F G
G7
G
G
G
G N
C
F
F
F
F
G
G
G
G
G
D
F
F
F
F
G
G
G
G
G
G
F
G
C
G
G
G
Emin
G
G
G
G
G
G
15
G
F
F
F
F
D7
G
G
G
G
G
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Alas, and did my Saviour bleed
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine
And bathed in its own blood
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creatures sin.
But drops of grief can neer repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
Tis all that I can do.
Isaac Watts
www.smallchurchmusic.com
Avon
C.M.
Hugh Wilson, 1764-1824