237 ~ Jesus, Full of All Compassion
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Jesus, full of all compassion, Hear thy humble suppliant’s cry; Let me know thy great salvation; See, I languish, faint and die. Guilty, but with heart relenting, Overwhelmed with helpless grief, Prostrate at Thy feet repining, Send, O send me quick relief.
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Whither should my soul be flying, But to him who comfort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying, But to him who ever lives? While I view thee, wounded, grieving, Breathless, on the cursed tree, Fain I’d feel my heart believing Thou didst suffer thus for me.
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With thy righteousness and Spirit, I am more than angels blessed; Heir with thee, all things inherit — Peace, and joy, and endless rest. Saved! the deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above; Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptured with thy love.