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Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise.
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
Praise thy Savior God that drew thee
To that cross, new life to give,
Held a blood sealed pardon to thee,
Bade thee look to Him and live.
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise.
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee,
Roused thee from thy fatal ease;
Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee,
Praise the grace that whispered peace.
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise.
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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