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Lord Jesus Christ, in Thee alone
My hope on earth I place;
For other comforter is none,
Nor help save in Thy grace.
There is no man nor creature here,
No angel in the heavenly sphere,
Who at my need can succour me;
I cry to Thee,
For Thou canst end my misery.
My sin is very sore and great,
I mourn beneath its load;
Oh free me from this heavy weight
Through Thy most precious blood;
And with Thy Father for me plead
That Thou hast suffer'd in my stead,
The burden then from me is roll'd;
Lord, I lay hold
On Thy dear promises of old.
And of Thy grace on me bestow
True Christian faith, O Lord,
That all the sweetness I may know
That in Thy cross is stored,
Love Thee o'er earthly pride or pelf,
And love my neighbour as myself;
And when at last is come my end,
Be Thou my Friend,
From all assaults my soul defend.
Glory to God in highest heaven,
The Father of all love;
To His dear Son, for sinners given
Whose grace we daily prove;
To God the Holy Ghost we cry,
That we may find His comfort nigh,
And learn how, free from sin and fear,
To please Him here,
And serve Him in the sinless sphere.
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8 6 8 6 8 8 8 4 8
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1522,1863
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