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CXIII. My hope, my All, my Saviour thou

1 My hope, my All, my Saviour thou,
To thee, lo! now my soul I bow,
I feel the bliss thy wounds impart,
I find thee, Saviour, in my heart.

2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way,
Protect me through my life's short day;
In all my acts may wisdom guide,
And keep, me Saviour, near thy side,

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me;
As I have need, my Saviour be:
And if I would from thee depart,
Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart.

4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour,
Save me from sin and Satan's pow'r;
Tear ev'ry idol from thy throne,
And reign, my Saviour — reign alone.

5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er,
Then shall I sigh and weep no more;
My ransom'd soul shall soar away,
To sing thy praise in endless day.

Text Information

• First Line: My hope, my All, my Saviour thou
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition

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