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O Keep me in thy Fear, thou All in All,
That I may always hearken to thy Call,
And answer thy Commands: If thou say, Come ,
Or Go , I with a willing Mind may run
The Paths of thy pure Precepts; that I may
Still know thy Presence in thy Living Way,
Ah, guide me by thy bright Enam'ring Eye!
Wherein sweet Mildness, mixt with Majesty,
So overcomes my Soul; that, ah, my Heart
Thus wounded, loves to feel so sweet a Smart!
'Tis thou alone that wounds, and gently heals;
Thou kills, and Everlasting Life reveals
Unto the Dead, that hear thy Voice; they Live
To bless thy Name, and Living Praises give
Unto thy Life-restoring Word; whereby
Thine are set free from their Iniquity,
To Live and Reign with thee, whose Pow'r alone
Works Wonders: Weakness wholly in our own;
But Strength Invincible is thine, Great King!
Thou Living Fountain , whence all Comforts spring:
Ah, teach me fervently to wait to see
Salvation and Deliverance wrought for me!
That all Thanksgiving may to thee redound,
Who art with Everlasting Glory crown'd.
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