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MY SAVIOUR

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 2, 1860

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 15, No. 11.

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MY SAVIOUR.

By A. L. WILKINSON.

WHEN by my load of sins oppressed, Where could I lean for peaceful rest, When all my sins I had confessed, But on thy kind, forgiving breast, My Saviour?
When Satan tries to make me fear That God will not my prayers hear, Who is it says "Be of good cheer," And ever to my soul is near? My Saviour.
When friends forsake and foes deride, And storms of sorrow me betide, I'll think of Him, the crucified, Who bore my sorrows when he died, My Saviour.
My soul be still, nor e'er complain, But ever count each loss a gain; Remember he will come again, He'll come a King who once was slain, My Saviour.
O for a heart from sin all free, That pure and spotless I might be; O I would live by faith in thee, That I thy glorious face might see, My Saviour.
Away from him I would not roam, For I desire the Christian's home; A ransomed saint I would become, O come and save me, quickly come, My Saviour.
My voice to thee I then will raise And sing in glad, immortal lays; Upon thy lovely face I'll gaze, And through eternity I'll praise My Saviour.
A. L. WILKINSON.