Jesus, to thee I now can fly
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Jesus, to thee I now can fly,On whom my help is laid:Oppressed by sins, I lift mine eye,And see the shadows fade.
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Believing on my Lord, I findA sure and present aid;On thee alone my constant mindBe every moment stayed.
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Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,Or strong, I here disclaim;I wash my garments in the bloodOf the atoning Lamb.
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Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,On thee will I depend,Till summoned to the marriage-feast,When faith in sight shall end.