O that my load of sin were gone!
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O that my load of sin were gone!O that I could at last submitAt Jesus' feet to lay it down—To lay my all at Jesus' feet!
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Rest for my soul I long to find:Saviour of all, if mine thou art,Give me thy meek and lowly mind,And stamp thine image on my heart.
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Break off the yoke of inbred sin,And fully set my spirit free;I cannot rest till pure within,Till I am wholly lost in thee.
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Fain would I learn of thee, my God;Thy light and easy burden prove,The cross all stained with hallowed blood,The labor of thy dying love.
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I would, but thou must give the power;My heart from every sin release;Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,And fill me with thy perfect peace.