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2511.
[Almighty Redeemer of men]
I have seen, I have seen, the affliction of My, &c.
—vii. 34.
Almighty Redeemer of men,
All pity and love as Thou art,
Thou hear'st the expressions of pain,
The groans of a sorrowful heart:
The sorrow Thou seest in my breast,
The daily affliction I feel
By guilt above measure oppress'd,
And bruised by the tyrant of hell.
All pity and love as Thou art,
Thou hear'st the expressions of pain,
The groans of a sorrowful heart:
The sorrow Thou seest in my breast,
The daily affliction I feel
By guilt above measure oppress'd,
And bruised by the tyrant of hell.
Enslaved to the world I have been,
And struggle in vain to get free;
Detain'd in the furnace of sin,
No end of oppression I see:
My burden of trouble and grief
Thou know'st, I no longer can bear;
Come down to a sinner's relief,
And ransom a soul from despair.
And struggle in vain to get free;
Detain'd in the furnace of sin,
No end of oppression I see:
My burden of trouble and grief
Thou know'st, I no longer can bear;
Come down to a sinner's relief,
And ransom a soul from despair.
Thy Spirit of faith from above
He only has power to release,
The yoke and the scourge to remove,
And bring me the freedom and peace;
Come Lord, to a prisoner of hope,
Appear as a crucified God,
And out of my sins I go up,
And pardon I have in Thy blood.
He only has power to release,
The yoke and the scourge to remove,
And bring me the freedom and peace;
Come Lord, to a prisoner of hope,
Appear as a crucified God,
And out of my sins I go up,
And pardon I have in Thy blood.
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