J. G. Deck
O LAMB of God, still keep me
Close to Thy wounded side;
’Tis only there in safety
And peace I can abide.
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What foes and snares surround me,
What lusts and fears within;
The grace that sought and found me,
Alone can keep me clean.
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’Tis only in Thee hiding
I feel myself secure;
Only in Thee abiding,
The conflict can endure;
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Thine arm the victory gaineth
O’er every hateful foe;
Thy love my heart sustaineth
In all its care and woe.
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Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,
With rapture face to face;
One half hath not been told me
Of all Thy power and grace;
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Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.