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- 5 He saw me plungd in deep distress,
- He flew to my relief;
- For me he bore the shameful cross,
- And carried all my grief.
- 6 To heav'n, the place of his abode,
- He brings my weary feet;
- Shews me the glories of my God,
- And makes my joys complete.
- 7 Since from his bounty I receive
- Such proofs of love divine,
- Had I a thousand hearts to give,
- Lord, they should all be thine.
Christ chosen.
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- "GIVE me thy heart; for, sinner, know
- "Thou now art dead in sin and woe;"
- I live; nor mind this vague command,
- I neither know nor understand.
- 2 "Give me thy heart, thou stupid one;
- "For blindness makes thee hard as stone;"
- Stupid and blind! this cannot be;
- I'll not obey; I'm sure I see.
- 3 "Go, Sinai, go; with thunders roll,
- "Convince, condemn that stubborn soul;
- "Justice, arise, and yield thy sword,
- "But wait thou my permissive word."
