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Saturday, October 24, 2015

Redemption


Precious Jesus, Thou can save,
Raising hope up from the grave;
Thou wilt break the hearts of stone
And come make sinful ones Thy own!

I am wretched, helpless, weak;
Still, Thy blessing do I seek;
Come, and light a holy fire
And fan the flames to this desire.

In this world, where'er I roam,
Thou wilt gently guide me home;
Make me strive to do what's right;
May I be pleasing in Thy sight.

Precious Jesus, Thee I praise;
Thy love I'll sing for endless days,
For Thee alone can make Thy own
Those whose hearts are made of stone!