When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
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When, gracious Lord, when shall it beThat I shall find my all in thee?The fullness of thy promise prove,The seal of thine eternal love?
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Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,—A helpless soul that comes to theeWith only sin and misery.
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Lord, I am blind; be thou my sight:Lord, I am weak; be thou my might:A helper of the helpless be,And let me find my all in thee.