la bor free, Lord, I would commune with thee. Thou, whose all
sor row free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. Thou who, sin less,

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yet

Naught escapes, with out, within, Par - don each infirmity, Open fault, and se- cret sin. All of man's in firm i ty, Then, from thine e ter nal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye.

Home, fare thee well.

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Fast speeds the bark, and now the less'ning shore Sinks in the wave, with those we leave behind.

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