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XCVI. Son of God, thy blessing grant

1 Son of God, thy blessing grant,
Still supply my ev'ry want;
Tree of life, thy influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.

2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I,
Wither without thee and die,
Weak as helpless infancy;
O confirm my soul in thee.

3 Unsustain'd by thee I fall;
Send the help for which I call:
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.

4 All my hopes on thee depend;
Love me, save me to the end:
Give me the continuing grace;
Take the everlasting praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Son of God, thy blessing grant
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Tune: PLYMOUTH

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