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REDEMPTION.
I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know at His right hand
Stands One Who is my Saviour.
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know at His right hand
Stands One Who is my Saviour.
I take God at His word and deed;
“Christ died to save me,” this I read,
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Saviour.
“Christ died to save me,” this I read,
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Saviour.
And was there, then, no other way
For God to take?—I cannot say;
I only bless Him day by day
Who saved me through my Saviour.
For God to take?—I cannot say;
I only bless Him day by day
Who saved me through my Saviour.
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That He should leave His place on high,
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange?—so do not I,
Since I have known my Saviour.
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange?—so do not I,
Since I have known my Saviour.
In Heaven He found no grief, nor blame
To bear away, no bitter shame
Of death and sin, and so He came
To earth to be its Saviour.
To bear away, no bitter shame
Of death and sin, and so He came
To earth to be its Saviour.
And had there been in all this wide
Wide world no other soul beside
But only mine, then He had died
That He might be its Saviour;
Wide world no other soul beside
But only mine, then He had died
That He might be its Saviour;
One wounded spirit, sore opprest,
One wearied soul that found no rest
Until it found it on the breast
Of Him that was its Saviour;—
One wearied soul that found no rest
Until it found it on the breast
Of Him that was its Saviour;—
Then had He left His Father's throne,
The joy untold, the love unknown,
And for that soul had given His own,
That He might be its Saviour.
The joy untold, the love unknown,
And for that soul had given His own,
That He might be its Saviour.
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And oh! that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Saviour!
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Saviour!
Yea, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring,
That He who lives to be my King,
Once died to be my Saviour!
My strength, my solace from this spring,
That He who lives to be my King,
Once died to be my Saviour!
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