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XVI. THE SAME.
Hymn 8.
[O Thou hidden God unknown]
O Thou hidden God unknown,
Hear Thy fallen creature's cry,
Now recall Thy banished one,
One who would on Thee rely:
But till Thou Thy Spirit give,
Lord, I never can believe.
Hear Thy fallen creature's cry,
Now recall Thy banished one,
One who would on Thee rely:
But till Thou Thy Spirit give,
Lord, I never can believe.
Dead in sin too long I was,
Blindest when I said “I see;”
Thou hast magnified Thy grace,
Show'd my want of faith and Thee,
Shone into my nature's night,
Bade me wait to see Thy light.
Blindest when I said “I see;”
Thou hast magnified Thy grace,
Show'd my want of faith and Thee,
Shone into my nature's night,
Bade me wait to see Thy light.
Stript of all my boasted power
Now myself I cannot save,
Cannot hasten the glad hour;
Only this from Thee I have,
Sin and unbelief to feel,
Both, alas! invincible.
Now myself I cannot save,
Cannot hasten the glad hour;
Only this from Thee I have,
Sin and unbelief to feel,
Both, alas! invincible.
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Conscious of my unbelief,
Sweetly now for Thee I mourn,
Taste the blessedness of grief,
To my mighty fortress turn,
Prisoner I of gospel hope
For Thyself to Thee look up.
Sweetly now for Thee I mourn,
Taste the blessedness of grief,
To my mighty fortress turn,
Prisoner I of gospel hope
For Thyself to Thee look up.
Token of Thy richest grace
I my poverty receive,
Sure Thou wilt unveil Thy face,
Sure Thou wilt the blessing give,
Faith that seals my sins forgiven,
Faith the earnest of my heaven.
I my poverty receive,
Sure Thou wilt unveil Thy face,
Sure Thou wilt the blessing give,
Faith that seals my sins forgiven,
Faith the earnest of my heaven.
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