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LXXVII. Lord, I believe thy ev'ry word

1 Lord, I believe thy ev'ry word,
Thy ev'ry promise true;
And lo! I wait on thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.

2 If in this feeble flesh I may
Awhile shew forth thy praise,
Jesu, support the tott'ring clay,
And lengthen out my days.

3 If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour's name;
Let him who rais'd thee from the dead,
quicken my mortal frame.

4 Still let me live thy blood to shew,
Which purges ev'ry stain;
And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.

5 Spare me, till I my strength of soul,
Till I thy love retrieve;
Till faith shall make my spirit whole,
And perfect soundness give.

6 For this in stedfast hope I wait,
Now, Lord, my soul restore;
Now the new heav'ns and earth create,
And I shall sin no more.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I believe thy ev'ry word
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition

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