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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.
2  What foes and snares surround me,
    What lusts and fears within!
The grace that sought and found me
    Alone can keep me clean.
3  ’Tis only in Thee hiding
    I feel myself secure;
Only in Thee abiding,
    The conflict can endure.
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.
5  Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
    The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
    Of all Thy saints above.
James George Deck, 1802-84