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O Lord of Life, when mortals call, And freedom seek from earthly thrall, Hear Thou in heaven and save us all, In mercy, Lord.
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O Full of Mercy, when we groan, Because of sin our spirits own, Hear, who for sinners didst atone, In mercy, Lord.
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O Full of Pity, when we bear To Thy blest feet our cankering care, Take of our weary load a share, In mercy, Lord.
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O Full of Grace! when sufferers tell The grief Thou knowest, Lord, so well, Come, with the broken-hearted dwell, In mercy, Lord.
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When, lured by hope, our spirits rise To where Thou beckonest from the skies; Then, be eternal life the prize, In mercy, Lord.
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I wandered sore distressed, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn,-- My thirsting spirit sighed, And in the desert cried.
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The Shepherd heard my cry, Who came His flock to find, And drew in mercy nigh, For He is wondrous kind; His winning voice awoke My spirit as He spoke.
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He bade my wandering cease, And gave my heart a home, That, from the bliss of peace, I might no longer roam;-- He gave me hope for fears, And lasting joy for tears.
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G.o.d sent me to the desert wild, Where all is parched with endless drought, For I had grown a wayward child, And now my sin had found me out;-- He sent me to the desert drear, And, ah! my soul was charged with fear.
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I wandered where the brooks were dry, While memory wove a dismal song, And to my G.o.d I raised my cry, And sang my dirge the whole day long;-- For I was in the desert drear, And, ah! my soul was charged with fear.
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The G.o.d of grace His comfort sent, And soon the desert blossomed fair, While round my path, where'er I went, Sweet flowers poured forth their odours rare;-- He sent me to a desert drear, Now flowers and luscious fruits appear.
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O G.o.d, when by the path of sin, We reach the land where famine reigns; And dread possesses all within, And all around are woes and pains;-- Then make the world a desert rare, Of joys upspringing everywhere.
