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Christ, and him Crucified

Author: John Relly Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CXLVIII (1792) Meter: Irregular First Line: Jesus and him crucified Lyrics: 1 Jesus, and him crucify'd, Is mine, I want no more; In his wounds I'm deep inlaid; My name there standeth sure; I am his, and he is mine; My root is in the promis'd land; I'm a branch of the true vine, The plant of God's right hand. 2 In the Lamb, my fallow ground Was plough'd with painful roil, That which did with thorns abound Is now a nobler soil: Christ's the soil that's rich and good; In him the lov'd plantation grows; Water'd by his heav'nly blood, Its merit always flows. Topics: The Death of Jesus, who Died for All; Who tasted Death for Every Man Scripture: Mark 15:24-25 Languages: English
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Jesus and him crucified

Author: James Relly Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #98 (1808)
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Jesus, and him crucify'd

Hymnal: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs #II.XIV (1776) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, and him crucify'd, Is mine, I want no more; In his wounds I'm deep inlaid; My Name there standeth sure; I am his, and he is mine; My Root is in the promis'd Land; I'm a Branch of the true Vine, The Plant of God's Right-Hand. 2 In the lamb my fallow Ground Was plough'd with painful Toil, That which did with Thorns abound Is now a nobler soil: Christ's the Soil that's rich and good; In him the lov'd Plantation grows; Water'd by his heav'nly Blood, Its Merit always flows. 3 Growing in, and twisted round My Christ, the bleeding Vine; On him all my Fruit is found, Nor shall we e'er untwine: Here true Happiness I prove, 'Tis here I've found a constant Friend, In the glorious Man of Love, Who loves me to the End. Languages: English

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