I, truth, am thy redeemer I, Truth, am thy Redeemer, come to Me; Lay down thy sin and pain wild unrest; And I will calm thy spirit’s stormy sea, Pouring the oil of peace upon thy breast: Friendless and lone—lo, I abide with thee. Defeated and deserted, cast away ; What refuge hast thou? Whither canst thou fly? Upon My changeless breast thy burdens lay; I am thy certain refuge, even I: All things are passing ; I alone can stay. Lo I, the Great Forsaken, am the Friend Of the forsaken; I, whom men despise, The weak, the helpless, and despised defend ; I gladden aching hearts and weeping eyes:
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