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>11 II.] HYMNS.
>bu art coming to a King,
fge petitions with thee bring;
r his grace and pow’r are such,
•ne can ever ask too much,
th my burden I begin,
•rd, remove this load of sin!
i t thy blood, for sinners spilt,
my conscience free from guilt,
rd, I come to thee for rest,
ke possession of my breast,
ere thy blood-bought right maintain,
>d without a rival reign,
the image in the glass
sswers the beholder’s face,
ius unto my heart appear,
i Hnt thine own resemblance there,
bile I am a pilgrim here,
it thy love my spirit cheer:
my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
tad me to my journey’s end.
ow me what I have to do,
Fry hour my strength renew,
H me live a life of faith,
lit me die thy people’s death.
572.
ORD, I cannot let thee go,
. Till a blessing thou bestow;
p not turn away thy face,
ine’s an urgent, pressing case,
bstthou ask me who lam?
i>, my Lord, thou know’st my name!
fet the question gives a plea
p support my suit with thee.