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One there is, above all others All Saints
8.7.8.7.7.7

Hymn Code:
1566542156717665
PDF Score
Cyberhymnal
Hymnary.org
Organ
(CM) 		5/Bb 176.4kb
2.5mb
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(CM) 		5/Bb 318.4kb
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 2.3mb
Christ is risen, Christ is risen All Saints
8.7.8.7.7.7

Hymn Code:
1566542156717665
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Hymnary.org
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(CM) 		3/Bb 200.5kb
1.6mb
Who are these like stars appearing All Saints
8.7.8.7.7.7

Hymn Code:
1566542156717665
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Cyberhymnal
Hymnary.org
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(CM) 		5/Bb 175kb
2.5mb
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(CW) 		5/Bb
Vocals and Organ		 278.7kb Sung Lyrics 2.5mb
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 2.2mb
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 2.6mb
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Chord Sheet 		485.8kb
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 2.7mb
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One there is, above all others

Author: John Newton (1725-1807)

One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!

Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed their blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled, in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a Friend in need.

Men, when raised to lofty stations,
Often know their friends no more;
Slight and scorn their poor relations
Though they valued them before.
But our Savior always owns
Those whom He redeemed with groans.

When He lived on earth abasèd,
Friend of sinners was His name;
Now, above all glory raisèd,
He rejoices in the same:
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

Could we bear from one another,
What He daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother,
Loves us though we treat Him thus:
Though for good we render ill,
He accounts us brethren still.

O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often,
What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

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Christ is risen, Christ is risen

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895)

Christ is risen, Christ is risen,
tell it with a joyful voice;
Christ has burst his three days' prison;
let the whole wide earth rejoice!
Death is conquered, we are free,
Christ has won the victory.

Come, ye sad and fearful hearted,
with glad smile and radiant brow;
Lent's long shadows have departed,
all his woes are over now,
and the Passion that he bore;
sin and pain can vex no more.

Christ is risen, Christ is risen;
he hath opened heaven's gate:
we are free from sin's dark prison,
risen to a holier state;
and a brighter Easter beam
on our longing eyes shall stream.

Who are these like stars appearing

Author: Theobald Heinrich Schenck

Who are these like stars appearing,
These before God’s throne who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing;
Who are all this glorious band?
Alleluia! Hark, they sing,
Praising loud their heav’nly King.

Who are these of dazzling brightness,
These in God’s own truth arrayed,
Clad in robes of purest whiteness,
Robes whose luster ne’er shall fade,
Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand?
Whence come all this glorious band?

These are they who have contended
For their Savior’s honor long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng;
These who well the fight sustained,
Triumph by the Lamb have gained.

These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o’er,
God has bid them weep no more.

These, like priests, have watched and waited,
Offering up to Christ their will;
Soul and body consecrated,
Day and night to serve Him still:
Now in God’s most holy place
Blest they stand before His face.