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HE THAT COMETH TO ME I WILL IN NOWISE CAST OUT.
Lord, on thy promise I rely,
That thou wilt hear a sinner's cry
In every trying time of need,
And prove thyself a friend indeed.
That thou wilt hear a sinner's cry
In every trying time of need,
And prove thyself a friend indeed.
Lo, at thy feet I humbly fall,
And on thy mercy great I call,
O! turn to me thy smiling face,
Send me abundance of thy grace.
And on thy mercy great I call,
O! turn to me thy smiling face,
Send me abundance of thy grace.
Condemned by the most sacred law,
Which broken is each breath I draw,
Lord, only on thy grace I lean,
Thy power doth make the foulest clean.
Which broken is each breath I draw,
Lord, only on thy grace I lean,
Thy power doth make the foulest clean.
To count thy mercies I begin,
And, hark, a voice comes from within,
When shall the countless blessings end,
Which thou to me doth daily send?
And, hark, a voice comes from within,
When shall the countless blessings end,
Which thou to me doth daily send?
When I would closely follow thee,
Evil doth present walk with me,
And trials sore my way beset,
And doubtings in my heart beget.
Evil doth present walk with me,
And trials sore my way beset,
And doubtings in my heart beget.
Still I will fully trust in Thee,
Who sacrificed thy Son for me,
Whose blood was shed on Calvery.
Atoning Lamb to set me free.
Who sacrificed thy Son for me,
Whose blood was shed on Calvery.
Atoning Lamb to set me free.
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