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GOD'S FATHERHOOD AND LOVE |
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2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained Cross appear. |
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express: Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless: j Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.
F. S. Key, 1823 |
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