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A HYMN.
Upheld by thy powerful arm,
My Saviour, I lean upon thee;
Thou shielding me, nothing can harm;
E'en death has no terrors for me!
Lord, grant I may ever remain
Thus simply dependent on thee;
Thus trust to thy might to sustain,
To thy favour to sanctify me.
My Saviour, I lean upon thee;
Thou shielding me, nothing can harm;
E'en death has no terrors for me!
Lord, grant I may ever remain
Thus simply dependent on thee;
Thus trust to thy might to sustain,
To thy favour to sanctify me.
Give me grace to rejoice in my Lord,
On thy love and thy truth to rely;
Give me light to depend on thy word,—
God spake it, and He cannot lie.
Why do I not—can I not feel
The love which could give thee to die?
Why have I no love and no zeal?
Alas, how ungrateful am I!
On thy love and thy truth to rely;
Give me light to depend on thy word,—
God spake it, and He cannot lie.
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The love which could give thee to die?
Why have I no love and no zeal?
Alas, how ungrateful am I!
Lord, breathe on this adamant heart—
I pray for thy conquering grace:
How good and how loving thou art!
O let me burst forth into praise!
Lord, make me whatever thou wilt;
May I bask in the smile of thy face!
O snatch me from doubt and from guilt,
And make me sincere in thy ways.
I pray for thy conquering grace:
How good and how loving thou art!
O let me burst forth into praise!
Lord, make me whatever thou wilt;
May I bask in the smile of thy face!
O snatch me from doubt and from guilt,
And make me sincere in thy ways.
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