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No, Not Despairingly
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Horatius Bonar, 1808-1889 |
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Judith W. Rea, b. 1958 |
No, not despairingly Come I to Thee;
No, not distrustingly Bend I the knee:
Sin hath gone over me,
Yet is this still my plea,
Jesus hath died.
Ah! mine iniquity Crimson has been,
Infinite, infinite Sin upon sin;
Sin of not loving Thee,
Sin of not trusting Thee,
Infinite sin.
Lord, I confess to Thee Sadly my sin;
All I am tell I Thee, All I have been:
Purge Thou my sin away,
Wash Thou my soul this day;
Lord, make me clean.
Faithful and just art Thou Forgiving all;
Loving and kind art Thou When poor ones call:
Lord, let the cleansing blood,
Blood of the Lamb of God,
Pass o'er my soul.
Then all is peace and light This soul within;
Thus shall I walk with Thee, The loved Unseen;
Leaning on Thee, my God,
Guided along the road,
Nothing between.
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