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The Book of Praise.
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The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with Heaven.
Be Thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide ;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near Thy side : Oh, let my feet ne'er run astray, Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way !
I love my Shepherd's voice ;
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of His sheep : He feeds His flock, He calls their names, His bosom bears the tender lambs.
To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause ;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws : Behold my soul at freedom set; My Surety paid the dreadful debt.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer d His Blood and died ;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside: His powerful Blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the Throne.
My advocate appears
For my defence on high ;
The Father bows His ears
And lays His thunder by: Not all that hell or sin can say Shall turn His heart, His love away. |
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