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If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,

Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

I would no longer lie

A slave beneath the throne;

My faith shall Abba! Father! cry, And Thou the kindred own.

WHO SHALL DELIVER ME FROM THE BODY OF THIS DEATH!"

How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.

But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word:

O ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O help my unbelief!

To the rich fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly ;

Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

In Thy kind arms I fall:

Be Thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all.

IV.

HART: WESLEY: TOPLADY :

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