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I know not why God’s wondrous grace |
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To me He hath made known, |
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Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love |
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Redeemed me for His own. |
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But I know Whom I have
believèd, |
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And am persuaded that He is
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To keep that which I’ve
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Unto Him against that day. |
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I know not how this saving faith |
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To me He did impart, |
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Nor how believing in His Word |
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Wrought peace within my heart. |
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I know not how the Spirit moves, |
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Convincing us of sin, |
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Revealing Jesus through the Word, |
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Creating faith in Him. |
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I know not what of good or ill |
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May be reserved for me, |
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Of weary ways or golden days, |
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Before His face I see. |
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I know not when my Lord may come, |
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At night or noonday fair, |
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Nor if I walk the vale with Him, |
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Or meet Him in the air. |
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