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Come, let us sing the song of songs

Hark, the Savior’s knocking, knocking

God in heaven hath a treasure

Lamb of God so pure and spotless

I have a Friend, whose faithful love

Jesus, Thy head, once crown’d with thorns

Arise! Arise! And open up your heart

Thou art my life, O Lord divine

My will is weak, my strength is frail

Lo, the conflict of the ages