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In Thee

Valentin Babst's Gesangbuch, 1545

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2 O shouldst Thou from us sinners Withhold Thy grace to guide,

Forever we should wander

From Thee, and peace, aside;

But Thou to spirits contrite

Dost light and life impart,

That man may learn to serve Thee With thankful, joyous heart.

3 Our souls-on Thee we cast them, Our only refuge Thou!

Thy cheering words revive us,

When pressed with grief we bow: Thou bear'st the trusting spirit Upon Thy loving breast, And givest all Thy ransomed A sweet, unending rest.

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