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When the Lord of Love was Here

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RAYMOND HUNTINGTON WOODMAN

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1. When the Lord of love was here, Hap-py hearts to Him were dear,

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Who is This so Weak and Helpless

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JAMES WILLIAM ELLIOTT

I. Who is this so weak and help-less, Child of low-ly He-brew maid,

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Rude - ly in a stable sheltered, Cold - ly in a man-ger laid?

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He is God from ever last-ing, And to ev-er-last-ing God.

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A-men.

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Who is this-a Man of sorrows,
Walking sadly life's hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan's sway?
'Tis our God, our glorious Saviour,
Who above the starry sky
Now for us a place prepareth,

Where no tear can dim the eye.

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O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd. Amen.

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Who is this that hangeth dying,

While the rude world scoffs and scorns;

Numbered with the malefactors,

Torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?

'Tis the God Who ever liveth

'Mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city Reigning everlastingly. Amen.

WILLIAM WALSHAM How

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Thine Arm, O Lord, in Days of Old

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JOSEPH BARNBY

1. Thine Arm, O Lord, in days of old Was strong to heal and save;

It tri-umphed o'er dis ease and death, O'er darkness and the grave;

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-er with his taint-ed life, The sick with fevered frame. A-men.

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And lo, Thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength, and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed

Owned Thee, the Lord of Light:

And now, O Lord, be near to bless,

Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesareth's shore.

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