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To every service I can pay,
To hear thy dictates, and obey.
Its sure support, its noblest end!
And serve the cause of such a Friend, 3 I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase niy worldly good;
To spread a sounding name abroad.
To him who for my ranson died;
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
When youtbful vigour is no more;
His saving love, his glorious power.
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Twelve hours, in which he safely may
With Jesus in my view.
My faith bath fix'd its eye:
For thoa art always nigh.
8 Ten thousand snares my paths beset,
Which thou to me hast given;
I urge my way to heaven. 819
Strengthen the weak hands. THOU seest our weakness, Lord;
Our hearts are known to thee; o lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee. 2 Let us in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare;
Thy love and guardian care. 820
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Speak, Lord, thy servant henreth now. 2 The world, sin, death, oppose in vain; Thou, by thy dying, death hast slain,
My great Deliv'rer, and my God!
None can withstand thy conqu'ring blood. 8 Renew thine inage, Lord, in me; Lowly and gentle may I be;
No charms but these to thee are dear;
But faith and heaven-born peace be there.
4 A patient, a victorious mind,
Springs forth obedient to thy call;
Give me, my Lord, my life, my all!
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LOVE, thy sov'reign aid impart,
And guard the gift thyself hast given: My portion, thou, niy treasure art,
My life, and happiness, and heaven.
Though dear as life the idol be,
Resolved to seek my all in thee.
To thee, my Lord, I here restore;
Give me thyself, I ask no more.
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Who load us with reproach and shame,
As zealous for his glorious Name,
From every evil to depart;
While, upright both in life and heart,
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Pressing toward the mark. THANK thee, increated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shined;
My toes, and heal'd my wounded mind;
Nor suffer me again to stray:
Still to press forward in thy way; My soul and Nesli, O Lord of might, Fill, satinte, with thy heavenly light. 3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears;
Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd fres;
The love that all beaven's host inspires,
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod.
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Christ liveth in me.
In thy gracious hands I am;
Following the Saviour.
The darkness shineth as the light,
The manna that comes down from heaven 2 The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessings' unexhausted store,
Nor ever let me hunger more.