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The Christian's Consolation.
Dear Father, think of me,
A sinner poor and blind,
And in my Saviour's righteousness
May I salvation find.
A sinner poor and blind,
And in my Saviour's righteousness
May I salvation find.
For He's my living friend,
And He's my all in all,
For me He interposed His blood,
When ruined by the fall.
And He's my all in all,
For me He interposed His blood,
When ruined by the fall.
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And truly there and then,
On His eternal Throne,
For reasons that I cannot tell
He claimed me as His own.
On His eternal Throne,
For reasons that I cannot tell
He claimed me as His own.
Was it because he saw
That there was good in me,
That I should have elected been
To all eternity?
That there was good in me,
That I should have elected been
To all eternity?
In me there is no good,
I'm wretched and undone,
And, Father, all my hope doth hang
On Thy eternal Son.
I'm wretched and undone,
And, Father, all my hope doth hang
On Thy eternal Son.
His is a right divine;
And creatures must respect,
The just Creator's right to reign—
His power to elect.
And creatures must respect,
The just Creator's right to reign—
His power to elect.
But let none doubt His love,
Let no one disbelieve,
That though He doth elect His own
The seeker shall receive.
Let no one disbelieve,
That though He doth elect His own
The seeker shall receive.
May 5, 1877.
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