EN 5016 Not What I Am, O Lord
2Cor.12.9
Versi Version 1
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Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art,
That, that alone can be my soul’s true rest:
Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart,
And stills the tempest of my throbbing breast.
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Thy Name is Love, I hear it from yon cross;
Thy Name is Love, I hear it from yon tomb:
All meaner love is perishable dross,
But this shall light me through time’s thickest gloom.
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Girt with the love of God on every side,
Breathing that love as Heav’ns own healing air,
I work or wait, still following my Guide,
Braving each foe, escaping every snare.
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’Tis what I know of Thee, my Lord and God,
That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song:
Thou art my health, my joy, my staff and rod;
Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.
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More of Thyself, O show me hour by hour;
More of Thy glory, O my God and Lord:
More of Thyself, in all Thy grace and power;
More of Thy love and truth, incarnate Word!

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