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[Loving my friends I freely pay]
Loving my friends I freely pay
The debt that nature owes,
But how shall I Thy word obey
And love my mortal foes?
The debt that nature owes,
But how shall I Thy word obey
And love my mortal foes?
Hard struggling to comply in vain,
Throughout my soul I feel
This to an unregenerate man
Is quite impossible.
Throughout my soul I feel
This to an unregenerate man
Is quite impossible.
Doth Justice then to man enjoin
The thing that cannot be?
It cannot; but through grace Divine,
Through Jesu's strength in me,
The thing that cannot be?
It cannot; but through grace Divine,
Through Jesu's strength in me,
If Thou the power of faith impart,
Lord, I can all things do,
And love my foes with all my heart,
When Thou hast made it new.
Lord, I can all things do,
And love my foes with all my heart,
When Thou hast made it new.
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If still my heart be unrenew'd,
The fault is all my own:
One drop of Thy redeeming blood
Can melt the hardest stone:
The fault is all my own:
One drop of Thy redeeming blood
Can melt the hardest stone:
The balm for every soul-disease
Ready Thou art to' apply,
And when I call for grace and peace
Thou answer'st “Here am I.”
Ready Thou art to' apply,
And when I call for grace and peace
Thou answer'st “Here am I.”
Come then, with all Thy wounds confess'd,
My Saviour from above,
And pour into my vanquish'd breast
Thy sweet forgiving love:
My Saviour from above,
And pour into my vanquish'd breast
Thy sweet forgiving love:
Then when I feel Thy Spirit mine,
The mighty change I know,
And can like Thee my life resign,
To save my deadliest foe.
The mighty change I know,
And can like Thee my life resign,
To save my deadliest foe.
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