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200 The Book of Praise.
When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll; Blest Saviour ! then in love Fear and distrust remove ; O bear me safe above,
A ransom'd soul!
Ray Palmer. [1830.]
Redeem'd from guilt, redeem'd from fears, My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love Divine, What, to repay such gifts as Thine ?
What can I do, so poor, so weak, But from Thy hands new blessings seek, A heart to feel Thy mercies more, A soul to know Thee, and adore ?
O teach me at Thy feet to fall, And yield Thee up myself, my all! Before Thy saints my debts to own, And live and die to Thee alone !
Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart, Expand and raise and fill my heart! So may I hope my life shall be Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.