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Oh, Jesus, my Savior,
I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the pleasures
of earth I resign.
Of objects most pleasing,
I love Thee the best;
Without Thee I’m wretched,
but with Thee I’m blessed.
Thou art my rich treasure,
my joy and my love,
None richer possessed
by the angels above;
For Thee all the pleasures
of sense I forego,
And wander a pilgrim,
despised below.
Thy Spirit taught me
to know I was blind,
And taught me the way
of salvation to find.
For when I was sinking
in dreadful despair,
My Jesus relieved me
and bid me not fear.
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11 11 11 11
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1803
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