| Father, I can come to You
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| And boast of deeds I’ve done
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| In my pride I strive to earn
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| The favor Christ has won
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| He alone pleads my acceptance
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| All my works aside
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| So I come with empty hands
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| And I cling to Christ
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| Father, I can go astray
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| And battle needless fears
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| Voices tell me I’m condemned
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| And that I can’t draw near
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| But Your Spirit calls me homeward
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| With Your words of life
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| Jesus bore my every sin
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| So I cling to Christ
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| It’s more than I can do
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| To keep my hold on You
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| But all my hope and peace
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| Is that You cling to me
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| It’s more than I can do
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| To keep my hold on You
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| But all my hope and peace
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| Is that You cling to me
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| Father, all my earthly aims
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| In time will turn to dust
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| Let me learn that loss is gain
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| For those who know Your love
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| All the treasures of this world
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| Will never satisfy
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| You alone are endless joy
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| So I cling to Christ
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| You alone are endless joy
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| So I cling to Christ |