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IN lovingkindness Jesus came My soul in mercy to reclaim; And from the depths of sin and shame By grace He lifted me. From sinking sand He lifted me, With tender hand He lifted me; From deepest night to glorious light, O, praise His name, He lifted me! |
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2 | He called me long before I heard, Before my sinful heart was stirred; But when I took Him at His word, Forgiven, He lifted me. |
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3 | Now on a nobler plane I dwell, And with my soul I know it’s well; Yet how or why, I cannot tell, He should have lifted me. |
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Charlotte G. Homer, 1856-1932 |