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Bowed with a sense of sin, I faint Beneath the complicated load; Father, attend my deep complaint, I am Thy creature, Thou my God. Though I have broke Thy righteous law, Yet with me let Thy Spirit stay; Thyself from me do not withdraw, Nor take my spark of hope away. Mercy unlimited is Thine; God of the penitent Thou art; The saving power of blood divine Shall ease the anguish of my heart. Then let not sin my ruin be, Gives me in Thee my rest to find: Jesus, the sick have need of Thee,- Thou great Physician of mankind. In my salvation, Lord, display The triumphs of abounding grace; Tell me my guilt is done away, And turn my mourning into praise. Then shall I add my feeble song To theirs who chant Thy praise on high, And spread with an immortal tongue Thy glory through the echoing sky.
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