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View me Lord

View me Lord, a work of thine Shall I then lie drown’d in night Might thy grace in me but shine I should seem made all of light Cleanse me Lord, that I may kneel At thine altar pure and white They that once thy mercies feel Gaze no more on earth’s delight Worldly joice like shadows fade When the heav’nly light appears But the cov’nants thou hast made Endless, know nor days nor years In thy word Lord is my trust To thy mercies fast I fly Though I am but clay and dust Yet thy grace can lift me high