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[Thou seest my helplessness]
Silver and gold have I none; but such as I, &c.
—iii. 6, 7.
Thou seest my helplessness,
Thou hear'st my sad complaint;
The riches of Thy grace
And nothing else I want,
Those riches which the world despise,
Are all I wish, and all I prize.
Thou hear'st my sad complaint;
The riches of Thy grace
And nothing else I want,
Those riches which the world despise,
Are all I wish, and all I prize.
The blessing I implore
Kindly vouchsafe to give,
Or through Thy servants poor,
Or by Thyself relieve,
Raise by Thine own immediate word,
And speak my soul to health restored.
Kindly vouchsafe to give,
Or through Thy servants poor,
Or by Thyself relieve,
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And speak my soul to health restored.
Thyself lay hold on me,
And lifted up by grace
And apprehending Thee
I walk in all Thy ways,
More active as I further go,
And swifter than a bounding roe.
And lifted up by grace
And apprehending Thee
I walk in all Thy ways,
More active as I further go,
And swifter than a bounding roe.
A sinner poor and lame,
At Thy command I rise;
Thine efficacious Name
With springing life supplies,
Thy Name, the moment I believe,
Doth strength and perfect soundness give.
At Thy command I rise;
Thine efficacious Name
With springing life supplies,
Thy Name, the moment I believe,
Doth strength and perfect soundness give.
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