REFUGE.
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How bad I am, O Lord, Thou knowest, Deserving naught that Thou bestowest, But wandering each day Astray. Thy gifts are perfect, never ceasing, The debt against me still increasing, And yet I turn to flee From Thee! Oft when my path is dark and narrow There flutters down some tiny sparrow To tell me of that love Above. When daylight comes, I’m e’er forgetting The message sweet; my sins besetting Return, my soul to stain Again. And so I cling to Thee, my Saviour, Despairing by my own behavior To cleanse myself from sin Within. My cares I yield—for me Thou carest; I take my cross—its weight Thou sharest Henceforth my will be Thine, Not mine.
