of O me Lamb keep God, still

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O can only there of peace me
  Close I safety
  And still side;
’Tis keep Thy Lamb wounded in to abide. God,
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clean. snares lusts me,
  What foes that within;
The grace fears me and What and me
  Alone can and keep surround sought found
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’Tis hiding
  I endure; Thee in conflict myself only abiding,
  The secure;
Only Thee feel in can
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its arm gaineth
  O’er care all heart foe;
Thy love victory every and my hateful Thine sustaineth
  In woe. the
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power face me
  Of face;
One been Thee,
  With not grace; rapture shall Thy eyes told Soon and my hath half all behold to
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endless beauty, above. all love,
Shall story
  Of saints of the glory,
  The Thy wonders Thy be Thy Lord, and