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There’s stealing o’er
my peaceful, trusting soul
A power that is most divinely sweet,
As all my burdens on the Lord I roll,
And meekly linger at His blessed feet.
Then let us ever humbly
watch and pray,
Seek oft in tears
the Savior’s lovely face;
Come boldly with thy needs
for every day,
Blest mercy’s waiting
at the throne of grace.
I kneel in sweet submission
while my prayer
Ascends on wings of faith
to Father’s throne;
He listens while
my hopeful spirit there
Its faltering petitions maketh known.
Then let us ever humbly
watch and pray,
Seek oft in tears
the Savior’s lovely face;
Come boldly with thy needs
for every day,
Blest mercy’s waiting
at the throne of grace.
What bliss to dwell
where heaven’s blessings fall,
Until my soul,
with mercy’s drops bedewed
Responds in answer
to my Father’s call,
With words of
thankfulness and gratitude.
Then let us ever humbly
watch and pray,
Seek oft in tears
the Savior’s lovely face;
Come boldly with thy needs
for every day,
Blest mercy’s waiting
at the throne of grace.
As angels came
to dark Gethsemane
To bless the Savior
as He there did bow
Beneath the shadows dense,
on bended knee;
O Father, bless
my waiting spirit now!
Then let us ever humbly
watch and pray,
Seek oft in tears
the Savior’s lovely face;
Come boldly with thy needs
for every day,
Blest mercy’s waiting
at the throne of grace.
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