Lord, I am come! thy promise is my plea,
Without thy word I durst not venture nigh;
But thou hast call’d the burden’d soul to thee,
A weary burden’d soul, O Lord, am I!

Beset without, and full of fears and sin,
Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest;
Be thou my refuge, Lord, hide me within,
I know no force can tear me from thy breast.

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