O Doamne, strig în clipa grea

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O, Doamne, strig în clipa grea: privește slăbiciunea mea,
Scăpare dă-mi cu mâna Ta; cum sunt primește-mă!
Cum sunt, primește-mă, cum sunt primește-mă,
Tu ești Mântuitorul meu, cum sunt primește-mă!
Păcatul mă apasă greu; Te rog, mă scapă de cel rău!
Doresc de-acum să fiu al Tău, cum sunt primește-mă!
Putere, râvnă îmi lipsesc, încât și ceea ce doresc
Precum aș vrea nu-ndeplinesc; cum sunt primește-mă!
Te-aștept acum ca un sărac, dar nu sunt Doamne, disperat
Știind că Tu ești îndurat; cum sunt primește-mă!
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Years ago, while re­viv­al meet­ings were be­ing held in one of the large towns in Scot­land, a young girl be­came anx­ious about her spir­it­u­al con­di­tion. Re­turn­ing from one of the meet­ings, she went to her own min­is­ter and asked him how she might be saved.

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But the poor, il­lit­er­ate girl cried out: “O Min­is­ter, I can­na read, I can­na pray! Lord Je­sus, take me as I am!”

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