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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>SAVIOR, BLESSED SAVIOR</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Sing praises unto our King.” Psalm 47:6</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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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_o_a_oakley_hs.gif" alt="Herbert Stanley Oakeley (1830-1903)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="168.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_h_thring_g.html" target="_blank">Godfrey Thring</a>, 1862.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Edina,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_a_oakeley_hs.html" target="_blank">Herbert Stanley Oakeley</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_e_edina.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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<p>Savior, blessèd Savior, listen while we sing;<br>
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Hearts and voices ringing, praises to our King;<br>
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All we have to offer, all we hope to be,<br>
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Body, soul, and spirit, all we yield to Thee.</p>
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<p>Near, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to Thee,<br>
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Deep in adoration bending low the knee;<br>
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Thou for our redemption cam’st on earth to die;<br>
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Thou, that we might follow, hast gone up on high.</p>
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<p>Great and ever greater, are Thy mercies here;<br>
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True and everlasting are the glories there,<br>
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Where no pain nor sorrow, toil nor care is known,<br>
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Where the angel legions circle round Thy throne.</p>
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<p>Brighter still and brighter glows the western sun,<br>
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Shedding all its gladness o’er our work that’s done;<br>
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Time will soon be over, toil and sorrow past,<br>
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May we, blessèd Savior, find a rest at last.</p>
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<p>Onward, ever onward, journeying o’er the road<br>
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Worn by saints before us, journeying on to God;<br>
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Leaving all behind us, may we hasten on,<br>
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Backward never looking till the prize is won.</p>
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<p>Higher, then, and higher bear the ransomed soul,<br>
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Earthly toils forgetting, Savior, to its goal;<br>
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Where in joys unthought of saints with angels sing,<br>
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Never weary, raising, praises to their King.</p>
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