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“THOU ART MY GOD, I WILL PRAISE THEE.”
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“THOU ART MY GOD, I WILL PRAISE THEE.”
Psalm cxviii. 28.
Tell me not that God is great:
Fallen and abject is my state.
Tell me not that He is good:
I that bounty have withstood.
Say not, He is pure and just:
I am darkness, guilt, and dust.
God is Mercy, and forgives:—
Now my soul revives, and lives.
Fallen and abject is my state.
Tell me not that He is good:
I that bounty have withstood.
Say not, He is pure and just:
I am darkness, guilt, and dust.
God is Mercy, and forgives:—
Now my soul revives, and lives.
Now, reversed my hopeless state,
I can joy that God is great.
Now His goodness I can bless;
Triumph in His holiness.
I no more His justice fear;
And His faithfulness, how dear!
Now, O God, my God, this heart
Joys to know Thee all Thou art.
I can joy that God is great.
Now His goodness I can bless;
Triumph in His holiness.
I no more His justice fear;
And His faithfulness, how dear!
Now, O God, my God, this heart
Joys to know Thee all Thou art.
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