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| Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, / Who wert and art and evermore shalt be. | |
| Did we in our own strength confide, / Our striving would be losing | |
| All nature sings and round me rings / The music of the spheres. | |
| And when I think that God, His Son not sparing, / Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in | |
| Foul, I to the fountain fly; / Wash me, Savior, or I die | |
| Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations, / Son of God and Son of Man | |
| Thou fire so masterful and bright, / That givest man both warmth and light | |
| The guilty pair, bowed down with care, / God gave His Son to win | |
| Angels descending bring from above / Echoes of mercy, whispers of love | |
| In His arms He'll take and shield thee, / Thou wilt find a solace there | |
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| I know that He is leading thro' all the stormy blast, / The day of His appearing will come at last. | |
| The Lord has promised good to me, / His Word my hope secures | |
| For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above, / To bear it to dark Calvary | |
| Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray, / I woke, the dungeon flamed with light | |
| I have read a fiery gospel / Writ in burnished rows of steel | |
| Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth / Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide | |
| Worldly pleasures all forsaken, / Take me, Jesus, take me now. | |
| Underneath me, all around me, / Is the current of Thy love | |
| My sin, not in part but the whole / Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more | |
| Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, / Thou mine inheritance, now and always | |
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