| Savior, Redeemer of my soul,
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| Whose mighty hand hath made me whole,
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| Whose wondrous pow’r hath raised me up
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| And filled with sweet my bitter cup!
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| What tongue my gratitude can tell,
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| O gracious God of Israel.
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| Never can I repay thee, Lord,
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| But I can love thee. |
| Thy pure word,
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| Hath it not been my one delight,
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| My joy by day, my dream by night?
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| Then let my lips proclaim it still,
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| And all my life reflect thy will.
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| O’errule mine acts to serve thine ends.
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| Change frowning foes to smiling friends.
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| Chasten my soul till I shall be
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| In perfect harmony with thee.
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| Make me more worthy of thy love,
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| And fit me for the life above. |