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To link into Thy Wounds each Hour;
W And bow before Thy Feet ; ::
Do with's as Thou think it meets 2 For whịther can I go, my Lord; ;
But only to thy Blood . What can make clean this filthy Heart? :
Nothing but that pure Flood; 3 I thank Thee for that Grace and Light 1-Which Thew me what I am in I thank Thee too for all I knowine,
Of Thee, Thou bleffed Lamb a 4 True, 'tis but little that I know..
Of Thee, and what Thou art ;
And fill with Love my Heart
No longer rob the Lamb ;!.", Bat let us give to Himour Hearts, ?
Becaufe forithem. He came. ? 6 Him we may love and love again, Nor can we e'er exceed;
Since out of burning Love to us
· He was content to bleed. "} ..
The Saviour freely dy'd:
And ever there abide.
may we ever lie,
1 And make a Wretch a Saint. ;
Then only Thine I'll be ; il
No other Lord but Thee, ,,
Set up therein "Thy Throne ;
And live to Thee alone.
And die upon the Tree,