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Not the labour of my hands |
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Nothing in my hand I bring, |
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While I draw this fleeting breath, |
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Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; |
Simply to Thy cross I cling ; |
When mine eyes shall close in death, |
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Could my zeal no respite know, |
Naked, come to Thee for dress, |
When I soar to worlds unknown, |
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Could my tears for ever flow, |
Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; |
See Thee on Thy judgment throne, |
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All for sin could not atone ; |
Foul, I to the fountain fly, |
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, |
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Thou must save, and Thou alone. |
Wash me, Saviour, or I die. |
Let me hide myself in Thee. |
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