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Hear our trembling cry, we pray,
Thou art our compassionate Friend;
Thou hast known and felt our sigh,
Let us feel They Spirit nigh.
Bear with us despite our sin,
We are creatures so unclean;
Reward us not for what we've done,
Grant us mercies for Thy Son.
Lord, we would Thy word obey,
And each day more like Thee live;
Yet so short of Thy glory fall,
Are we sons of Thine at all?
Lord, we long with Thee to live,
In that better land beyond;
There we'll dwell among the blest,
Home at last, forever rest.
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