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C. M.

He died for our sins.
1 Cor. 15:3.

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Mrs. Steele.

Jesus, in thy transporting name

What blissful glories rise!

Jesus, the angels’ sweetest theme—

The wonder of the skies!

2 Well might the skies with wonder view

A love so strange as thine!

No thought of angels ever knew

Compassion so divine!

3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky

To bear our sins and woes?

And didst thou bleed, and groan, and die,

For vile rebellious foes?

4 Victorious love! can language tell

The wonders of thy power,

Which conquered all the force of hell

In that tremendous hour!

5 What glad return can I impart

For favors so divine?

O take this heart, this worthless heart,

And make it only thine!

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