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THE HOLY SPIRIT.
And cruel and blood thirsty men
Would thirst for blood no more.
<» Such Jesus is, and such his grace;
O may he shine on you :
And tell him when you see his face,
I long to see him too.
109 Ils.
The love of God indescribable.
1 JESUS, my Saviour, I know thou art
mine,
For thee all the pleasures of sin I resign:
Of objects most pleasing I love thee the best;
Without thee I’m wretched, but with thee
I’m blest.
2 Thy spirit first taught me to know I was
blind,
Then taught me the way of salvation to find ;
And when I was sinking in gloomy despair,
Thy mercy relieved me and bid me not fear.
3 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel,
The language of mortals or angels would
fail ;
My Jesus is precious, my soul’s in a flame
I’m raised to a rapture while praising his
name
4 I find him in singing, I find him in prayer ‘
In sweet meditation he always is near,
My constant companion, O may we ne’ej
part;
All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart,
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