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Lord

for we are frail and faint;

We fade away

O list to our com­plaint;

We fade away like flow­ers in the sun

We just be­gin

and then our work is done.

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Lord

our souls are sore dis­tressed;

As trou­bled seas

our na­tures have no rest;

As trou­bled seas

that surg­ing

beat the shore

And throb and heave

ev­er and ev­er­more.

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Lord

our grief is in our sin;

We would be cleansed

O make us pure with­in;

We would be cleansed

for this we cry to Thee;

Thy word of love can make the con­science free.

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Lord: In­spire our hearts with love;

That ho­ly love which draws the soul ab­ove;

That ho­ly love which makes us one with Thee

And with Thy saints through all eter­ni­ty.