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Blessed are they whose guilt is gone

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, intended for the use of the citizens of Zion, whose privilege it is to sing the high praises of God, while passing through the wilderness, to their glorious inheritance above. #131 (1835) Languages: English

Blessed are they whose guilt is gone

Hymnal: Hymns, etc. composed on various subjects #100 (1759) Languages: English
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Blessed are they, whose guilt is gone

Hymnal: Hymns, etc. #103 (1787) Languages: English
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"Son, be of good cheer"

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #681 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Blessed are they whose guilt is gone Lyrics: 1 Blessed are they whose guilt is gone, Whose sins are washed away with blood, Whose hope is fixed on Christ alone, Whom Christ has reconciled to God. 2 Though, travelling through this vale of tears, He many a sore temptation meet, The Holy Ghost this witness bears, He stands in Jesus still complete. 3 This pearl of price no works can claim; He that finds this is rich indeed; This pure white stone contains a name, Which none but who receives can read. 4 This precious gift, this bond of love, The Lord oft gives his people here; But what we all shall be above Does not, my brethren, yet appear. 5 Yet this we safely may believe, ’Tis what no words will e’er express; What saints themselves cannot conceive, And brightest angels can but guess. Languages: English

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