203 ~ The Word Can Make Me Whole
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The Word, whose word can make me whole, Has heard my spirit's cry, And in the palace of the soul, He dwells! my Lord and I!
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How holy must the temple be, Where Jesus reigns within! His precious blood, outpoured for me, I trust to make me clean.
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And he is come! To whom the praise, The joy of heaven, belong; My face I veil, my hands I raise, And "silence is my song."
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And now to me the gladdest thing Be his sweet will alone; Content, since I am with the King, To make his choice my own.
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He makes his palace in my soul, He brings my spirit nigh; Within my heart, 'neath his control I dwell — my Lord and I!