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[An hidden God indeed Thou art!]
An hidden God indeed Thou art!
Thine absence I this moment feel:
Yet must I own it from my heart,
Conceal'd, Thou art a Saviour still,
And though Thy face I cannot see,
I know Thine eye is fix'd on me.
Thine absence I this moment feel:
Yet must I own it from my heart,
Conceal'd, Thou art a Saviour still,
And though Thy face I cannot see,
I know Thine eye is fix'd on me.
My Saviour Thee, not yet reveal'd,
Yet will I Thee my Saviour call,
Adore Thy hand, from sin withheld;
Thy hand shall raise me from my fall,
Thou wilt throughout my darkness shine,
And show Thyself for ever mine.
Yet will I Thee my Saviour call,
Adore Thy hand, from sin withheld;
Thy hand shall raise me from my fall,
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And show Thyself for ever mine.
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