LORD, at Thy feet I now lie down,
And pour out all my soul;
For there I find relief, and own
‘Tis Jesus makes me whole.
This wayward, willful, sinning heart,
Beyond my own control,
Is quieted as faith beholds,
‘Tis Jesus makes me whole.
Thy blood I own—Thy precious blood,
And love so free and full,
Have met my need, and made me cry,
‘Tis Jesus makes me whole.
Lord, I adore Thy blessed grace,
Which gave me faith to roll
The burden of my sins on Thee:
‘Tis Jesus makes me whole.
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ALL THINGS.—All things are of God. He worketh all things after the counsel of His own will. All things work together for good to them that love God. All things are yours. Of Him, to Him, and through Him are all things.