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<h2>HE WANTS NOT FRIENDS THAT HATH THY LOVE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I have called you friends.” John 15:15</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><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_baxter_r.html" target="_blank">Richard Baxter</a>, 1663. In modern English, the opening line could be rendered as “He <em>lacks</em> not friends…”
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<p><em>Music</em>: “Song 34 (Gibbons),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_i_gibbons_o.html" target="_blank">Orlando Gibbons</a>, 1623 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_o_song34_g.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>He wants not friends that hath Thy love,<br>
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And may converse and walk with Thee;<br>
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And with Thy saints here and above,<br>
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With whom forever I must be.</p>
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<p>In the communion of the saints<br>
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Is wisdom, safety and delight;<br>
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And, when my heart declines and faints,<br>
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It’s raised by their heat and light.</p>
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<p>As for my friends, they are not lost;<br>
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The several vessels of Thy fleet,<br>
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Though parted now, by tempests tossed,<br>
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Shall safely in the haven meet.</p>
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<p>Still we are centered all in Thee,<br>
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Members, though distant, of one head;<br>
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In the same family we be,<br>
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By the same faith and Spirit led.</p>
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<p>Before Thy throne we daily meet<br>
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As joint petitioners to Thee;<br>
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In spirit we each other greet,<br>
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And shall again each other see.</p>
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<p>The heav’nly hosts, world without end,<br>
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Shall be my company above;<br>
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And Thou, my best and surest Friend,<br>
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Who shall divide me from Thy love?</p>
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