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I WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE.
Oh, were Thy sweet commandments writ
In this inconstant heart,
It could not be that I from Thee
Should ever walk apart!

That I should leave the only Friend
Who will not me forsake,
But still doth plead, and plead, and plead,
As one whose heart must break!

Strive with me still, O Love Supreme;
Supremest Patience, strive!
Thou hast restored the lost, dear Lord,
Hast made the dead alive;

And nothing is impossible
To Thy Almightiness
Whose glory found its boundless bound
In such divine redress.

Thou sure must win me in the end
To Thy eternal claim,
Who didst create, regenerate,
And call me by Thy Name.

The day must come, the blessed day,
When I updrawn shall be,
And on the Cross count all things loss,
And dying live to Thee!