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Hymn #124: I Try, And Try Again

Hymn #123 Hymn #125


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124 (S.M.) James Osbourne

I try, and try again,

To publish Jesus' worth,

And fain I would, but never can,

Set half His riches forth.

The love His bosom feels,

His tongue alone can tell;

And 'til the Lord this love reveal,

None understand it well.

'Tis deep, unfathomed love,

And charms the hosts on high,

Yet will in man no wonder move,

Without an opened eye.

His blood, so freely spilt,

Is loud proclaimed to all;

Rich balm to heal the deepest guilt,

Yet few may hear the call.

Sweet health His grace imparts,

And grace divinely free;

Rich grace to cleanse the foulest heart,

Yet few say, "Give it me."

Some footsteps of Thy grace

My tutored heart can find,

And view some beauties of Thy face,

And yet I'm almost blind.

Hymn #123 Hymn #125