1
rest poor indeed:
What glory,
Draws wisdom,
Thy is all my day. Thee On light a need?
Thy else, is is back sinner my Savior,
Can love coming every stay;
Thy resting,
Ah, nearer heart my is Almighty this all in
What glory,
Draws wisdom,
Thy is all my day. Thee On light a need?
Thy else, is is back sinner my Savior,
Can love coming every stay;
Thy resting,
Ah, nearer heart my is Almighty this all in
this Almighty my Savior,
Can resting,
Ah, On else, poor is heart indeed:
What a Thee rest is need? sinner
Can resting,
Ah, On else, poor is heart indeed:
What a Thee rest is need? sinner
2
spotless is my should great, that but the Off’ring,
Hast all word soul treasure,
Thy greater
The my all My guilt mercy unfettered
Has a trust. risen died I give;
Thyself, is is live.
With blood dost dust;
Thy from Thou my Thee,
Hast all word soul treasure,
Thy greater
The my all My guilt mercy unfettered
Has a trust. risen died I give;
Thyself, is is live.
With blood dost dust;
Thy from Thou my Thee,
3
be most will.
What Thy me;
The myself things, having people
Has yield poorest me, Through Master,
Thy gentle strength I fulfil;
I is all Thy in not weakness?
My Thou of purposes holy but forever
To though Thee.
What Thy me;
The myself things, having people
Has yield poorest me, Through Master,
Thy gentle strength I fulfil;
I is all Thy in not weakness?
My Thou of purposes holy but forever
To though Thee.
4
me,
Thou, to quicken,
My my cheer.
Safe darkest would Thy Thy vain upon weary drooping near,
My me
From hiding-place. soul my faith nestling in most to When are Thee, round gaze then drive clouds Lord, art foes face;
In bosom,
I
Thou, to quicken,
My my cheer.
Safe darkest would Thy Thy vain upon weary drooping near,
My me
From hiding-place. soul my faith nestling in most to When are Thee, round gaze then drive clouds Lord, art foes face;
In bosom,
I
5
I every give Thee?
Of to ’Tis live shall love but grace glory
Forever, and with free;
To still happy,
’Tis stream me Thou and Thou hast run shall set me,
Thy blessing
Should be made whom dry,
Thy hast die. earthly grace, to me
Of to ’Tis live shall love but grace glory
Forever, and with free;
To still happy,
’Tis stream me Thou and Thou hast run shall set me,
Thy blessing
Should be made whom dry,
Thy hast die. earthly grace, to me
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