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Why, Oh why should I so oft | Why, Oh why should I so oft have wandered from the fold of our blessed redeemer? Why, long-ago, did I not give myself entirely to the Lord, "Lay all upon the alter and say here I am" what wilt thou have me to do? But Oh, instead of this how may years have I spent without God, and without prayer: searving sin and death and living only for myself? and even now, my efforts to glorify my saviors are so feeble, so faint, and as it seems, for aught -- I can see, so unsuccessful, that I am sometimes led to doubt whether I realy am Gods or not. Oh Satin thou wouldst if it were within thy power, ruin forever ruin my poor trembling | ||
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blessed redeemer? Why, long-ago, did | |||
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Lord, "Lay all upon the alter and | |||
say here I am" what wilt thou have | |||
me to do? But Oh, instead of this | |||
how may years have I spent | |||
without God, and without prayer: | |||
for myself? and even now, my | |||
efforts to glorify my saviors are | |||
so feeble, so faint, and as it seems, | |||
for aught -- I can see, so | |||
doubt whether I realy | |||
not. Oh Satin | |||
if it were within thy power, | |||
forever ruin my poor trembling | |||
Latest revision as of 15:37, 19 January 2021
Why, Oh why should I so oft have wandered from the fold of our blessed redeemer? Why, long-ago, did I not give myself entirely to the Lord, "Lay all upon the alter and say here I am" what wilt thou have me to do? But Oh, instead of this how may years have I spent without God, and without prayer: searving sin and death and living only for myself? and even now, my efforts to glorify my saviors are so feeble, so faint, and as it seems, for aught -- I can see, so unsuccessful, that I am sometimes led to doubt whether I realy am Gods or not. Oh Satin thou wouldst if it were within thy power, ruin forever ruin my poor trembling