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2 My sin, O Lord, is now my grief,
Against my will it rages:
While sin its warfare wages,
Help, Jesus, the sin-burdened!
Sustain me in my weakness!
Heal Thou my moral sickness!
Save, Jesus,.or I perish!
I am the life!"-Thou criest;
The life which Thou suppliest?
Help, Jesus, the confiding.
Must I thus always waver?
Who shall my soul deliver,
To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
2 If life be long, I will be glad
The longer to obey:
To end this toilsome day.
3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before;
Must enter by this door.
4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
What will Thy glory be?.
5 Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,
That sing my Savior's praise.
6 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;
Richard Baxter, 1681
When a - long life's thorn-y road, Faints the soul be - neath the load,
By its cares and sins op-prest, Finds on earth no peace or rest;
2 Thou, our Savior, from the throne 3 Mighty to redeem and save, Listenest to Thy people's moan;
Thou hast overcome the grave; Thou, the living Head, dost share Thou the bars of death hast riven, Every pang Thy members bear; Opened wide the bars of heaven; Full of tenderness Thou art,
Soon in glory Thou shalt come, Thou wilt heal the broken heart; Taking Thy poor pilgrims home; Full of power, Thine arm shall quell Jesus, then we all shall be, All the rage and might of hell. Ever, ever, Lord, with Thee.
Jaines G. Deck. 1838