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Reside in me, lord of lords and king of kings

Come to my rescue with grace upon thy wings

When light grows dim, and fades to shallow black

Come friend of sinners and grant me what I lack



Death and dismay fill the air around

Shouts of grief and pain, there is no other sound

Hope for the troubled heart begins with your grace

Shine down upon us lord and brighten my face



Earth feels so vain, my labors all for naught

In the temptors snair, once again I'm caught

I am discouraged in the face of fears

I feel I'm dying after two-score years



Yet sometimes soaring above the clouds

My rest a cross, my voice is heard aloud

Joys fill my soul, even in dismay

Come, friend of sinners and rest where I lay