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Lord thou will own our humble claim,
On Christ alone our hope we rest;
And pleading his prevailing name,
Look to be pardoned, saved, and blessed.
Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art our Father and our God;
And we are thine by sacred ties,
Thy sons and daughters bought with blood.
In every hour of fear and pain
For thee we wait, to thee we look;
As the hart hunting o’er the plain
Pants for the cooling water brook.
Should we from thee our God remove,
Life would no longer peace afford,
Our joy, the sense of pardoning love,
Our guard, the presence of our Lord.
Father, to thee we’ll raise our voice,
In grief to pray, in joy to praise;
And thou wilt make our hearts rejoice
And turn to light our darkest days.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 63;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 336 |
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