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JESUS my Lord, my God, my All, Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call; Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place Pour down the riches of Thy grace: Jesus my Lord, I Thee adore; O make me love Thee more and more. |
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2 | Jesus, too late I Thee have sought; How can I love Thee as I ought? And how extol Thy matchless fame, The glorious beauty of Thy name? |
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3 | Jesus, what didst Thou find in me That Thou hast dealt so lovingly? How great the joy that Thou hast brought, So far exceeding hope or thought: |
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4 | Jesus, of Thee shall be my song; To Thee my heart and soul belong; All that I have or am is Thine, And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine: |
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Henry Collins, 1827-1919 |