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And wilt thou yet be found?
And may I still draw near?
Then listen to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's prayer.
Jesus, thine aid afford,
If still the same thou art:
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord!
Lift up a helpless heart.
Thou seest my troubled breast,
The stragglings of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel.
O my offended Lord,
Restore my inward peace;
I know thou canst: pronounce the word,
And bid the tempest cease!
I long to see thy face,
Thy Spirit I implore,
The living water of thy grace,
That I may thirst no more.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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BADEA
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