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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 !
Fast in his slavish chains.
But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word :
And trust upon the Lord.
My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief ;
O help my unbelief!
To the rich fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
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.