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Show me myself, O holy Lord;
Help me to look within;
I will not turn me from the sight
Of all my sin.
Just as it is in Thy pure eyes
Would I behold my heart,—
Bring every hidden spot to light,
Nor shrink the smart.
Not mine, the purity of heart
That shall at last see God:
Not mine, the following in the steps
The Saviour trod:
Not mine, the life I thought to live
When first I took His name;—
Mine but the right
to weep and grieve
Over my shame.
Yet, Lord, I thank Thee
for the sight
Thou hast vouchsafed to me;
And humbled to the dust, I shrink
Closer to Thee;
And if Thy love will not disown
So frail a heart as mine,
Chasten and cleanse it as Thou wilt,
But keep it Thine!
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8 6 8 4
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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HOLY CROSS
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8 6 8 4
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