61. Behold the Lamb! 'Tis He Who Bore
C.M.
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Behold the Lamb! ’tis He who bore
And paid in death the dreadful score —
The guilt that lay on me.
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I’d look to Him till sight endear
To Him I look who calms my fear,
Nor from Himself would part.
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I’d look until His precious love
My every thought control,
Its vast constraining influence prove
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To Him I look, while still I run —
Finish, He will, the work begun,