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61. Behold the Lamb! 'Tis He Who Bore | C.M. |
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| 1 | Behold the Lamb! 'tis He who bore |
| My sins upon the tree, |
| And paid in death the dreadful score— |
| The guilt that lay on me. |
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| 2 | I'd look to Him till sight endear |
| The Saviour to my heart; |
| To Him I look who calms my fear, |
| Nor from Himself would part. |
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| 3 | I'd look until His precious love |
| My every thought control, |
| Its vast constraining influence prove |
| O'er body, spirit, soul. |
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| 4 | To Him I look, while still I run— |
| My never-failing Friend! |
| Finish, He will, the work begun, |
| And grace in glory end. |
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