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CLII. THE SAME.
Hymn 40.
[O that I could]
O that I could
Cast all my load
Of guilt and grief and care
On the sin-atoning God,
Who hangs expiring there!
Cast all my load
Of guilt and grief and care
On the sin-atoning God,
Who hangs expiring there!
O that my mind
On Him reclined,
Till all these storms are o'er,
Might abiding comfort find,
And disbelieve no more!
On Him reclined,
Till all these storms are o'er,
Might abiding comfort find,
And disbelieve no more!
Thou slaughter'd Lamb,
If Thine I am,
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Blow the spark into a flame,
And set me all on fire.
If Thine I am,
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Blow the spark into a flame,
And set me all on fire.
Look from the tree,
As when for me
Thou didst the death endure:
Let Thy blood the medicine be,
And all my sickness cure.
As when for me
Thou didst the death endure:
Let Thy blood the medicine be,
And all my sickness cure.
Pity my grief,
And look relief,
The worst of sinners spare;
Saviour of the dying thief,
Regard my latest prayer.
And look relief,
The worst of sinners spare;
Saviour of the dying thief,
Regard my latest prayer.
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Regard Thy own,
Repeat 'Tis done,
Declare my sins forgiven,
Ransom'd by Thy mortal groan
Receive me up to heaven.
Repeat 'Tis done,
Declare my sins forgiven,
Ransom'd by Thy mortal groan
Receive me up to heaven.
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