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My Savior, ’mid life’s varied scene,
Be Thou my Stay;
Guide me through each perplexing path,
To perfect day.
In weakness and in sin I stand;
Still faith can clasp Thy mighty hand,
And follow at Thy dear command.
My Savior, I have naught to bring
Worthy of Thee;
A broken heart Thou will not spurn
Accept of me;
I need Thy righteousness divine,
I plead Thy promises as mine,
I perish if I am not Thine.
My Savior, wilt Thou turn away
From such a cry?
My Refuge, wilt Thou me forget
And must I die?
Faith trembles; but her glance of light
Has pierced through regions dark as night
And entered into realms of light.
My Savior, ’mid Heaven’s glorious throng
I see Thee there,
Pleading with all Thy matchless love
And tender care;
Not for the angel forms around,
But for lost souls in fetters bound,
That they may hear salvation’s sound.
My Savior, thus I find my rest,
Alone with Thee;
Beneath Thy wing I have no fear
Of what may be.
Strengthened with Thy all-glorious might,
I shall be conqueror in the fight,
Then give to Thee my crown of light.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 4 8 4 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1873
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 51:7;
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MUSIC
Name:
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WILLERBY
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Meter:
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8 4 8 4 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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