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C. M.
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb.
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
I love to hear of thee;
No music’s like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O, may I ever hear thy voice
In mercy to me speak;
In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice,
And thy salvation seek.
3 My Jesus shall be still my theme,
While on this earth I stay;
I’ll sing my Jesus’ lovely name,
When all things else decay.
Cennick.