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When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

James Montgomery

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James Montgomery
Age: 82 †
Born: 1771
Born: November 4
Died: 1854
Died: April 30
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Ayrshire
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Calvary
Eyes
Lamb
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Cross
Remember
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Must
Thee

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