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O G.o.d of our salvation, Thy word hath still its power, And souls in desolation Are lying at this hour; Speak as of old, and banish The chaos and the night, And bid their sorrows vanish Before Thy glorious light.
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O G.o.d of our salvation, Thy Word our Flesh became; To free from condemnation He bore our human name, And spoke to us confiding Of all the Father willed; And we, with Him abiding, Are with His fulness filled.
IV
O G.o.d of our salvation, Thou, Christ, in mercy come, And make Thy new creation Thine everlasting home; And in our hearts abiding, And in Thy Church adored, Still speak the word confiding, O Jesus Christ, our Lord.
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O Jesus, when my guilty fears My wakened soul distress, And Judgment for the past appears In all its awfulness,-- Bid gathering clouds asunder roll, And shed Thy sunshine in my soul.
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When from their long-forgotten grave My guilty deeds arise, And terror proves me yet the slave My soul would fain despise,-- From stings of memory heal my soul, And free me from sin"s dire control.
III
O Lord, in Whom my hope is set, I look in faith to Thee; From sin, and guilt, and sad regret, My soul in mercy free;-- For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust, And lie, repenting, in the dust.
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Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me; Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee; Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine.
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Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree; I marvel at the love there shown for me All loveless, and to sin and self a slave;-- Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave.
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Now in its wonder would my soul arise, Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes, Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside, And wore its shame, and for its purchase died;
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And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name; In loving service, for such service given, Here upon earth, and yonder in Thy heaven.
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Lord, I am Thine, Thy love hath won my soul; Now shall my life obey such sweet control;-- No, not mine own, the purchase is complete, I bring my all to lay it at Thy feet.
ASPIRATIONS
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Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold, And, "mid the glory that like sunset dies, Fair to the sight the wondrous bliss unfold That lives in beauty under cloudless skies.
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And let our ears the things unuttered hear, That silent voices to the soul can tell; That heart can whisper when a heart is near Of love that scorns in uttered tones to dwell.
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Teach us to know that things unseen are real, That earth no bloom of fadeless beauty gives, That far beyond the things that sense can feel, The joy of being, and of having, lives.
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Lord Who hast risen, nor left the world behind, Daily incline our sense-bound souls to soar, Till "mong the things all hidden we may find Possessions that abide for evermore.
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Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing, And let their tones responsive echoes call,-- There"s more to cheer us than our senses bring, And sweeter anthems than from mortals fall.
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Saints in the land where sin is all unknown, Where care nor sorrow can the light subdue, Dwell in the glory of the heavenly throne, And voice new praise, for wonders ever new.
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Wake to their praise, and let us blend with theirs Songs that shall travel to a fairer clime; Glad as the morn, and hallowed by our prayers, Offerings of duty from the realm of time.
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One, we are one with victors gone before; Songs that are ours, were theirs when in the strife; Theirs shall be ours when, all our striving o"er, Christ gives us entrance to immortal life.
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Bring to the Christ your fears, And tell your sorrows there, The faintest cry he hears, And every faltering prayer; He knows your weight of woe, Who dwelt with us below.