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How Blest the Man

Author: B. H. Kennedy Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: How blest the man, who fears to stray Scripture: Psalm 1 Used With Tune: [How blest the man, who fears to stray]
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Thou From The Cradle To The Grave

Author: Jean B. de Santeüil, 1630-1697; Robert Campbell, 1814-1868 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Thou from the cradle to the grave For us to pain condemned, A grateful heart Thy people give To praise their suffering friend— That Friend who longed for man to die, While yet in Mary’s womb; That God who took humanity, To lay it in the tomb. 2 He comes a babe, though Lord of all, In cold and want to lie; His cradle is the oxen’s stall, The straw His drapery: ’Tis love that makes the Innocent The pains of guilt to bear, The Giver of the law content Its penalty to share. 3 That precious blood which gently flows And speaks the law obeyed, Foreshadoweth His dying woes A little while delayed. The sword that slays the sucklings now Unsheathèd must remain, To pierce His heart and lay Him low With those already slain. 4 His chosen race their God expel— An exile poor He flies; In heathen lands He seeks to dwell Who made the earth and skies. O King of suffering, King of love, All praise be paid to Thee, With Father, Spirit, God above, Eternal Trinity. Used With Tune: PAX Text Sources: Tr.: Annus Sanctus (Vol. 1) by Orby Shipley (London and New York: Burns & Oates, 1884)
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