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O THOU, the contrite sinner’s Friend, Who, loving, lovest to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. |
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2 | When, weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting-place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Saviour, plead for me. |
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3 | When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from Thine and wisdom’s way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Saviour, plead for me. |
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4 | When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy Cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, O, plead for me. |
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5 | And when my dying hours draw near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in Heaven for me. |
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6 | When the full light of heavenly day Reveals my sins in dread array, Say, Thou hast washed them all away; Dear Saviour, plead for me. |
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Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871 |