Ode To Yeshua


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When times I wake in darkest night,

Sweat pouring from this sinful flesh,

I cry to Jesus in my plight;

He answers, and my soul doth rest.

Oh Jesus, Lord, God's Son Divine,

Thou art my bread; Thou art my wine;

I'm grafted in the One True Vine,

Now Thou art mine and I am Thine.

When oft I'm doubtful of my worth

To Him Who sits upon the throne,

I see the Lamb Who conquered Death

Whose blood was shed for my atone.

Senseless, carnal fool am I

To spurn His love and follow not

the One for whom my sin did die:

The Lamb of God without one spot.

When death surrounds and many fall,

I thank Him for His saving Grace;

Through pain, affliction, tear and gall,

My hope is this: to see His Face!

Here am I, my Lord; my God,

This vain and foolish earthen clot,

I'm in Your Hands, You're in my heart,

Thy Son I claim, what ere my lot!

Edited by RevRainbow
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