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| CXLIX. | CXLIX. THE SAME.
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CXLIX. THE SAME.
Hymn 10.
[My ever-living Lord]
My ever-living Lord,
Thy faithfulness I own,
Call'd by Thy providence and word
To trust on Thee alone,
My faith by works to show,
And still on Thee to call,
And witness, as to heaven I go,
That God is all in all.
Thy faithfulness I own,
Call'd by Thy providence and word
To trust on Thee alone,
My faith by works to show,
And still on Thee to call,
And witness, as to heaven I go,
That God is all in all.
Already, Lord, I feel
Thou hast my loss repair'd,
With Thee I now in Eden dwell,
And wait my full reward;
My joy, my portion, Thou
Hast knit my heart to Thee;
My Maker is my Husband now,
And shall for ever be.
Thou hast my loss repair'd,
With Thee I now in Eden dwell,
And wait my full reward;
My joy, my portion, Thou
Hast knit my heart to Thee;
My Maker is my Husband now,
And shall for ever be.
I dare in Thee confide,
I in Thy mercies rest,
Thou wilt not let me leave Thy side,
Or wander from Thy breast:
Beyond the reach of sin,
The world, and hell's alarms,
Thy love shall keep me safe within
Its everlasting arms.
I in Thy mercies rest,
Thou wilt not let me leave Thy side,
Or wander from Thy breast:
Beyond the reach of sin,
The world, and hell's alarms,
Thy love shall keep me safe within
Its everlasting arms.
Long as on earth I stay,
It shall be all my care
With Thee to wrestle night and day
In never-ceasing prayer;
My life, like Anna, I
Will in Thy temple spend,
Till taken to the church on high,
Where prayer in praise shall end.
It shall be all my care
With Thee to wrestle night and day
In never-ceasing prayer;
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Will in Thy temple spend,
Till taken to the church on high,
Where prayer in praise shall end.
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