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O LAMB of God, still keep me Close to Thy piercèd side: ’Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide. |
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2 | What foes and snares surround me, What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean. |
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3 | ’Tis only in Thee hiding I feel myself secure; Only in Thee abiding, The conflict can endure. |
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4 | Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture face to face; The half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace. |
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5 | Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above. |
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James George Deck, 1802-84 |