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<h2>CHRIST A REDEEMER AND FRIEND</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:3</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Hamburg,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_mason_l.html" target="_blank">Lowell Mason</a>, 1824 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_hamburg.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Yale Divinity Library</span></td>
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<p>Poor, weak and worthless though I am<br>
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I have a rich almighty Friend;<br>
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Jesus, the Savior, is His Name;<br>
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He freely loves, and without end.</p>
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<p>He ransomed me from hell with blood,<br>
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And by His power my foes controlled;<br>
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He found me wandering far from God,<br>
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And brought me to His chosen fold.</p>
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<p>He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,<br>
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And says that I shall shortly be,<br>
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Enthroned with Him above the skies;<br>
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O what a Friend is Christ to me!
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<p>But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns;<br>
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And well my eyes with tears may swim,<br>
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To think of my perverse returns:<br>
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I’ve been a faithless friend to Him.</p>
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<p>Often my gracious Friend I grieve,<br>
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Neglect, distrust, and disobey;<br>
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And often Satan’s lies believe<br>
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Sooner than all my Friend can say.</p>
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<p>He bids me always freely come,<br>
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And promises whate’er I ask:<br>
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But I am straitened, cold and dumb,<br>
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And count my privilege a task</p>
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<p>Before the world that hates his course,<br>
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My treach’rous heart has throbbed with shame;<br>
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Loth to forego the worlds applause,<br>
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I hardly dare avow his name.
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<p>Sure, were I not most vile and base,<br>
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I could not thus my Friend requite!<br>
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And were not He the God of grace,<br>
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He’d frown and spurn me from His sight.</p>
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