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Knowing.
I
I know the crimson stain of sin,Defiling all without, within;
But now rejoicingly I know
That He has washed me white as snow.
I praise Him for the cleansing tide,
Because I know that Jesus died.
II
I know the helpless, hopeless plaint,‘The whole head sick, the whole heart faint;’
But now I trust His touch of grace,
That meets so perfectly my case,
So tenderly, so truly deals;
Because I know that Jesus heals.
III
I know the pang of forfeit breath,When life in sin was life in death;
But now I know His life is mine,
And nothing shall that cord untwine,
Rejoicing in the life He gives,
Because I know that Jesus lives.
IV
I know how anxious thought can press,I know the weight of carefulness;
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Of casting all upon my Lord,
No longer bearing what He bears,
Because I know that Jesus cares.
V
I know the sorrow that is knownTo the tear-burdened heart alone;
But now I know its full relief
Through Him who was acquaint with grief,
And peace through every trial flows,
Because I know that Jesus knows.
VI
I know the gloom amid the mirth,The longing for the love of earth;
But now I know the Love that fills,
That gladdens, blesses, crowns, and stills,
That nothing mars and nothing moves,—
I know, I know that Jesus loves.
VII
I know the shrinking and the fear,When all seems wrong, and nothing clear;
But now I gaze upon His throne,
And faith sees all His foes o'erthrown,
And I can wait till He explains,
Because I know that Jesus reigns.
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