Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 136.
[That Soul, O Lord, in whom's begun]
Mat. 12. 20. A bruised Reed shall he not break, and smoaking Flax shall he not quench.
That Soul, O Lord, in whom's begun
The blessed work of Grace,
Tho' he may droop, and broken be,
Yet shall behold thy face.
The blessed work of Grace,
Tho' he may droop, and broken be,
Yet shall behold thy face.
The feeble and desponding Soul
That's like a bruised Reed,
Thou wilt; Lord, take pity upon,
And soon supply his need.
That's like a bruised Reed,
Thou wilt; Lord, take pity upon,
And soon supply his need.
Altho' he's like to smoaking Flax,
Where little fire is seen;
Yet he shall see that work go on
Which shall destroy his sin.
Where little fire is seen;
Yet he shall see that work go on
Which shall destroy his sin.
Grace at the first seems to be small,
Which makes the Soul to doubt,
That in him there is none at all,
Yet thou wilt bring him out
Which makes the Soul to doubt,
That in him there is none at all,
Yet thou wilt bring him out
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Of all his fears, and he shall have
A glorious victory,
And triumph shall in Songs of Praise
To all eternity.
A glorious victory,
And triumph shall in Songs of Praise
To all eternity.
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