O Lord, I am not worthy That Thou should'st come to me, But speak the words of comfort, My spirit healed shall be. O Lord, Thou art all holy, The angels Thee adore; How, then, ought I sincerely My wrongs and sins deplore! But when Thou soon wilt enter My heart, my sinful heart, Then heal me, be my shelter, For Thou my Savior art. O Lord, how can I thank Thee For such a gift as this? A gift which truly filleth My soul with heav'nly bliss! I praise Thee, I extol Thee, I love Thee O my Sire, Till once in joy and glory, In heav'n I Thee admire.Рӯҳу ҷони ман муштоқи Ту аст تصبح ع خير Рука Христа хранит нас Господу всі поклонімося قۇداي سەنى تاستامايدى fù a shè miǎn wǒ men I'll Fly Away lyk ạlslṭạn Skala vekov Әйса Мәсиһ Худаниң ялғуз Оғли
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