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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
1. Glory be to Jesus,
1. Glory be to Jesus,
who in bitter pains
who in bitter pains
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swell the mighty flood;
swell the mighty flood;
louder still and louder
louder still and louder
praise the precious blood.
praise the precious blood.}}
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Editor: Oliver Hayes (submitted 2009-08-05).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 68 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Glory be to Jesus
Composer: Oliver Hayes

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

Published: 1998

Description: Alternative tune Crosshaven for the hymn 'Glory be to Jesus'

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Original text and translations

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1. Glory be to Jesus,
who in bitter pains
poured for me the life blood
from his sacred veins!

2. Grace and life eternal
in that blood I find,
blest be his compassion
infinitely kind!

3. Blest through endless ages
be the precious stream
which from endless torment
doth the world redeem!

4. There the fainting spirit
drinks of life her fill;
there, as in a fountain,
laves herself at will.

5. Abel's blood for vengeance
pleaded to the skies;
but the blood of Jesus
for our pardon cries.

6. Oft as it is sprinkled
on our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
terror-struck departs;

7. Oft as earth exulting
wafts its praise on high,
hell with horror trembles,
heav'n is filled with joy.

8. Lift ye then your voices;
swell the mighty flood;
louder still and louder
praise the precious blood.