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The Book of Praise.
And Thou, to whom the Father's love The wedding guests has brought,
Who ever helpest from above
Those whom Thy blood has bought,
Lord of the feast! our coming bless,
And round our souls entwine The garment of Thy Righteousness,
In which Thy saints shall shine.
John Ernest Bode. i860. |
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For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give ?
Alas ! from such an heart as mine, What can I bring Him forth ?
My best is stain'd and dyed with sin, My all is nothing worth.
Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all He has bestow'd ; Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.
The best return for one like me.
So wretched and so poor, Is from His gifts to draw a plea,
And ask Him still for more.
William Cowper. 1779. |
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