O thou, my soul, forget no more
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O thou, my soul, forget no moreThe Friend who all thy sorrows bore;Let every idol be forgot,But, O my soul, forget him not.
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Eternal truth and mercy shineIn him, and he himself is thine;And canst thou, then, with sin beset,Such charms, such matchless charms, forget?
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O no! till life itself depart,His name shall cheer and warm my heart;And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise,And join the chorus of the skies.
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Then through eternity I'll singThe matchless love of Christ, my King;And finding there no end of days,So shall I find no end of praise.