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Song Lyrics
So tender, so precious, my Savior to me
So true and so gracious I've found Him to be
How can I but love Him?
But love Him, but love Him?
There's no friend above Him
Poor sinner, for thee
So patient, so kindly tow'rd all of my ways
I blunder so blindly He love still repays
Of all friends the fairest and truest is He
His love is the rarest that ever can be
His beauty, tho' bleeding and circled with thorns
Is then most exceeding, for grief Him adorns
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