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1042.
[Jesus, my balm for every ill]
His lips are like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
—v. 13.
Jesus, my balm for every ill,
My life in death Thou art;
Thy lips, as lilies pale, distil
The myrrh that heals my heart.
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