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CCXXXVII. THE SAME.
Hymn 47.
[Jesu, we look to Thee]
Jesu, we look to Thee,
Thy promised presence claim!
Thou in the midst of us shalt be,
Assembled in Thy name:
Thy name salvation is,
Which here we come to prove;
Thy name is life, and joy, and peace,
And everlasting love.
Thy promised presence claim!
Thou in the midst of us shalt be,
Assembled in Thy name:
Thy name salvation is,
Which here we come to prove;
Thy name is life, and joy, and peace,
And everlasting love.
468
Not in the name of pride
Or selfishness we meet;
From nature's paths we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget,
We meet, the grace to take
Which Thou hast freely given;
We meet on earth for Thy dear sake,
That we may meet in heaven.
Or selfishness we meet;
From nature's paths we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget,
We meet, the grace to take
Which Thou hast freely given;
We meet on earth for Thy dear sake,
That we may meet in heaven.
Present we know Thou art;
But, O, Thyself reveal!
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
The mighty comfort feel!
O might Thy quickening voice
The death of sin remove;
And bid our inmost souls rejoice
In hope of perfect love!
But, O, Thyself reveal!
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
The mighty comfort feel!
O might Thy quickening voice
The death of sin remove;
And bid our inmost souls rejoice
In hope of perfect love!
Thou wilt to us make known
Thy nature and Thy name,
Us who our utmost Saviour own,
From every touch of blame,
From every word and deed,
From every thought unclean,
Our Jesus till our souls are freed
From all remains of sin.
Thy nature and Thy name,
Us who our utmost Saviour own,
From every touch of blame,
From every word and deed,
From every thought unclean,
Our Jesus till our souls are freed
From all remains of sin.
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