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He'll plead the merits of his own, Oh fet the mourners free.
Now fare you well my children dear, Cleanfe them O Lord from fin,
When to the throne of grace 1 go, I'll. remember them again*
True faith and' confidence in Chrijh
twi Y Friends I am haj^>y now,
- '*•* My fiviour I embrace,
He's made my ftuborn heart to bow, And ling redeeming grace.
Iicare.not for ail the riches that you pofleft Nor any of your glittering attire.
Now I am leaning on Jefus Bread, 1 have my heart's defire.
I view'd the heavenly manfions above,
My king he's on his throne, He ftooped to me with fmiles of love,',
He tells me I'm his own.
I view'd my faviour there,
At his Father's right hand he ftands, He told to me I was his heir,
And I belonged to his heavenly band.
It is through my Saviour's bloodL,
That I have grown fo bold, It's reconciled me to my God, ,
My joys they can't be told.
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