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THE CHILD'S PRAYER.
Father! thy child is crying unto Thee;
Thou wilt incline Thine ear,
For Thou, though griev'd so oft, so much by me,
Art ready still to hear.
Thou wilt incline Thine ear,
For Thou, though griev'd so oft, so much by me,
Art ready still to hear.
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Teach me in Jesus' name my voice to raise
Unto thy mercy throne;
Teach me to feel thy love, to tell thy praise,
And draw thy blessings down.
Unto thy mercy throne;
Teach me to feel thy love, to tell thy praise,
And draw thy blessings down.
O may I seek Thine all-benignant face
While yet Thou may'st be found;
And in the boundless riches of thy grace,
O let thy child abound!
While yet Thou may'st be found;
And in the boundless riches of thy grace,
O let thy child abound!
My Saviour, Jesus, humbly at thy feet
Thy mercies I implore;
Grant that I here may take my willing seat
In faith for evermore.
Thy mercies I implore;
Grant that I here may take my willing seat
In faith for evermore.
My Father! look upon thy loving child,
And let me love thee still;
And since my heart to thee is reconcil'd,
O shelter me from ill!
And let me love thee still;
And since my heart to thee is reconcil'd,
O shelter me from ill!
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