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XIII. ANOTHER.
[Master, I own Thy lawful claim]
“And He said to (them)
all, If any man will come after
Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.”—
Luke ix. 23.
Master, I own Thy lawful claim,
Thine, wholly Thine I long to be;
Thou see'st at last I willing am,
Where'er Thou goest to follow Thee,
Myself in all things to deny;
Thine, wholly Thine, to live and die.
Thine, wholly Thine I long to be;
Thou see'st at last I willing am,
Where'er Thou goest to follow Thee,
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Thine, wholly Thine, to live and die.
Whate'er my sinful flesh requires
For Thee I cheerfully forego,
My covetous and vain desires,
My hopes of happiness below,
My senses' and my passions' food,
And all my lust of creature-good.
For Thee I cheerfully forego,
My covetous and vain desires,
My hopes of happiness below,
My senses' and my passions' food,
And all my lust of creature-good.
Pleasure, and wealth, and praise no more
Shall lead my captive soul astray,
My fond pursuits I all give o'er,
Thee, only Thee resolved to' obey,
My own in all things to resign,
And know no other will than Thine.
Shall lead my captive soul astray,
My fond pursuits I all give o'er,
Thee, only Thee resolved to' obey,
My own in all things to resign,
And know no other will than Thine.
Reason, blind leader of the blind,
No more my sinking soul shall stay,
The wisdom of the carnal mind
That broken reed I cast away,
And stand by trusting in Thy might,
And follow Thy unerring light.
No more my sinking soul shall stay,
The wisdom of the carnal mind
That broken reed I cast away,
And stand by trusting in Thy might,
And follow Thy unerring light.
The beast, and devil I deny,
Sensual, and animal delight,
The wanton and the curious eye,
Be closed in everlasting night;
My learned lust be cast aside,
And all my filth of self and pride.
Sensual, and animal delight,
The wanton and the curious eye,
Be closed in everlasting night;
My learned lust be cast aside,
And all my filth of self and pride.
Henceforth I will not comfort take,
Or pleasure in myself but Thee;
Myself I cheerfully forsake,
From self I would at once get free,
I would not live, whate'er is (I,)
But O! my God, must Isaac die!
Or pleasure in myself but Thee;
Myself I cheerfully forsake,
From self I would at once get free,
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But O! my God, must Isaac die!
My joy in Thee, my pure delight,
So long desired, so late bestow'd,
The comfort of Thy blissful sight,
The offspring and the gift of God,
The sweet refreshments of Thy grace,
The glimpses of Thy heavenly face!
So long desired, so late bestow'd,
The comfort of Thy blissful sight,
The offspring and the gift of God,
The sweet refreshments of Thy grace,
The glimpses of Thy heavenly face!
O the insufferable loss!
To lay my gifts and comforts down,
To nail my Isaac to the cross,
Before Thy feet to cast my crown,
Jesus, my Jesus, to restore!
All earth and heaven can give no more.
To lay my gifts and comforts down,
To nail my Isaac to the cross,
Before Thy feet to cast my crown,
Jesus, my Jesus, to restore!
All earth and heaven can give no more.
Yet will I offer in Thy might
This only offering worthy Thee,
Give up my spiritual delight,
My taste of glorious liberty,
Thine to Thyself I render back,
Thy all for Thee I now forsake.
This only offering worthy Thee,
Give up my spiritual delight,
My taste of glorious liberty,
Thine to Thyself I render back,
Thy all for Thee I now forsake.
All power is Thine in earth and heaven,
All fulness dwells in Thee alone;
Whate'er I had was freely given,
Nothing but sin I call my own,
Other propriety disclaim,
Thou only art the great I AM.
All fulness dwells in Thee alone;
Whate'er I had was freely given,
Nothing but sin I call my own,
Other propriety disclaim,
Thou only art the great I AM.
Wherefore to Thee I all resign,
Being Thou art, and good, and power,
Thy only will be done, not mine;
Thee, Lord, let earth and heaven adore,
Flow back the rivers to their sea,
And let our all be lost in Thee.
Being Thou art, and good, and power,
Thy only will be done, not mine;
Thee, Lord, let earth and heaven adore,
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And let our all be lost in Thee.
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