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Jesus! in whom but Thee above,
Can I repose my trust, my love?
My flesh is hastening to decay ;
And what can mortal friends avail,
But oh, be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And Jesus is for ever mine.
“ O Lord, thou hast searched me and known me.”—Psalm cxxxix. 1.
LORD! whate'er in mortal eyes
My conscious soul appear,
Which veils the most sincere,
Thou dost, with all-piercing view,
Yet, it is a mercy-seat,
And I may venture nigh.
Who the contrite shall condemn?
Christ hath died, and pleads for them.
Let me still, in human sight,
A holy semblance wear.
Could perfect knowledge bear?
But if thine approving smile,
My Father, cheer my breast,
It shall not break my rest.
Strong in weakness I shall be;
Rich, however poor, in Thee.
“ I was brought low, and he helped me.”—Psalm cxvi. 6.
O thou God who hearest prayer,
Hear and save me, gracious Lord !
Dearest Lord, may I so much
Or but raise my languid eye
To the Cross where thou didst die ;
It shall make my spirit whole,
-Thou art merciful to save !
Thou hast snatch'd me from the grave !
God of all-sufficient grace !
Leave me not, my strength, my trust !