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M0:|t:EWS 131 One there is, above all others|a:John Newton 1725-1807|r:878777|h:AMEN JESUS HAN SKAL RAADE Andreas Peter Berggreen 1801-1880|c:C|m:4/4|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/SSBR1896/221/high
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E1:One there is, a_bove all oth_ers,/Well de_serves the name of friend;/His is love bey_ond a bro_thers,/Cost_ly, free, and knows no end:/They who once His kind_ness prove,/Find it ev_er_last_ing love!
E2:Which of all our friends to save us,/Could or would have shed their blood?/But our Je_sus died to have us/Re_con_ciled, in Him to God:/This was bound_less love in_deed!/Je_sus is a friend in need.
E3:Men, when raised to loft_y sta_tions,/Oft_en know their friends no more;/Slight and scorn their poor re_la_tions/Though they va_lued them be_fore./But our Sa_vior al_ways owns/Those whom He re_deemed with groans.
E4:When He lived on earth a_bas_èd,/Friend of sin_ners was His name;/Now, a_bove all glo_ry rais_èd,/He re_joic_es in the same:/Still He calls them breth_ren, friends,/And to all their wants at_tends.
E5:Could we bear from one an_oth_er,/What He dai_ly bears from us?/Yet this glo_rious friend and bro_ther,/Loves us though we treat Him thus:/Though for good we ren_der ill,/He ac_counts us breth_ren still.
E6:O for grace our hearts to soft_en!/Teach us, Lord, at length to love;/We, al_as! for_get too oft_en,/What a friend we have a_bove:/But when home our souls are brought,/We will love Thee as we ought.