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With a heart full of anxious request,
Which my Father
in heaven bestowed,
I wandered, alone and distressed,
In search of a quiet abode;
Astray and distracted I cried,
“Lord, where would
Thou have me to be?”
And the voice of the Lamb
that had died
Said, “Come, My beloved, to Me.”
I went—for He mightily wins
Weary souls to
His peaceful retreat—
And He gave me forgiveness of sins,
And songs that I love to repeat;
And oft as my enemies came,
My views of His glory to dim,
He taught me to trust in His name—
To triumph by leaning on Him.
Made pure by the blood
that He shed,
My heart in His presence was free;
I was hungry and thirsty—He fed;
I was sick, and He comforted me;
He gave me the blessing complete—
The hope that is with me today—
And a quiet abode at His feet
That shall not be taken away.
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