Anne Brontë - My God! O let me call Thee mine!

Anne Brontë - My God! O let me call Thee mine!

My God! O let me call Thee mine! br Weak wretched sinner though I be, br My trembling soul would fain be Thine, br My feeble faith still clings to Thee, br My feeble faith still clings to Thee. br Not only for the past I grieve, br The future fills me with dismay; br Unless Thou hasten to relieve, br I know my heart will fall away, br I know my heart will fall away. br br I cannot say my faith is strong, br I dare not hope my love is great; br But strength and love to Thee belong, br O, do not leave me desolate! br O, do not leave me desolate! br br I know I owe my all to Thee, br O, take this heart I cannot give.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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