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Jesus, thou are coming,
holy as thou art,
thou, the God who made me,
to my sinful heart.
Jesus, I believe it, on thy only word;
kneeling, I adore thee,
as my king and Lord.
Who am I, my Jesus,
that thou com’st to me?
I have sinned against thee,
often grievously:
I am very sorry I have caused thee pain.
I will never, never,
wound thy heart again.
Put thy kind arms round me,
feeble as I am;
thou art my good Shepherd,
I, thy little lamb;
since thou comest, Jesus,
now to be my guest,
I can trust thee always,
Lord, for all the rest.
Dearest Lord, I love thee,
with my whole heart,
not for what thou givest,
but for what thou art.
Come, oh, come, sweet Saviour!
Come to me, and stay,
for I want thee, Jesus,
more than I can say.
Ah! What gift or present,
Jesus, can I bring?
I have nothing worthy
of my God and King:
but thou art my shepherd:
I, thy little lamb,
take myself, dear Jesus,
all I have and am.
Take my body, Jesus,
eyes, and ears and tongue:
never let them, Jesus,
help to do thee wrong.
Take my heart, and fill it full
of love for thee:
all I have I give thee,
give thyself to me.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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