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Years I spent in sorrow 'round the cross, Still repenting over sins and dross. Then at last the river I did cross, To touch the throne. |
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Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace — That I find of Him to run the race! Boldly now I come again to taste My glorious Lord. |
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In my Christian life I'd daily fall, So I answered every altar-call, Till I left the altar, left it all, To touch the throne. |
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Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace — That I find of Him to run the race! Boldly now I come again to taste My glorious Lord. |
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Brothers, to the Holiest forward come; Leave your sins behind, the race now run. Hallelujah! All the work is done — The veil is gone! |
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Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace — That I find of Him to run the race! Boldly now I come again to taste My glorious Lord. |
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Now within the veil, enjoying God, Manna, law of life, and budding rod; Christ Himself, the ark, is our abode — Hallelujah! |
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Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace — That I find of Him to run the race! Boldly now I come again to taste My glorious Lord. |