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Anne Bronte - My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine!
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My God! O let me call Thee mine!
    Weak wretched sinner though I be,
    My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
    My feeble faith still clings to Thee,
    My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

    Not only for the past I grieve,
    The future fills me with dismay;
    Unless Thou hasten to relieve,
    I know my heart will fall away,
    I know my heart will fall away.

    I cannot say my faith is strong,
    I dare not hope my love is great;
    But strength and love to Thee belong,
    O, do not leave me desolate!
    O, do not leave me desolate!

    I know I owe my all to Thee,
    O, take this heart I cannot give.
    Do Thou my Strength my Saviour be;
    And make me to Thy glory live!
    And make me to Thy glory live!
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