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XXXII.
[Thy servant ready to depart]
Thy servant ready to depart,
Jesus, to Thee for help I cry;
The virtue of Thy name exert,
Or saved so long, in sin I die.
Jesus, to Thee for help I cry;
The virtue of Thy name exert,
Or saved so long, in sin I die.
Preserved by my redeeming Lord
In twice ten thousand conflicts pass'd,
Unless Thy help Thou still afford
I faint and perish in the last.
In twice ten thousand conflicts pass'd,
Unless Thy help Thou still afford
I faint and perish in the last.
If through Thy strength I have run well,
And almost won the doubtful race,
Most sensibly my want I feel
Of more, of persevering grace.
And almost won the doubtful race,
Most sensibly my want I feel
Of more, of persevering grace.
The countless storms of life brought through,
If Thou refuse my heart's desire,
Justly forsook, the land I view,
And shipwreck'd in the port expire.
If Thou refuse my heart's desire,
Justly forsook, the land I view,
And shipwreck'd in the port expire.
I cannot to the end endure,
Unless the patience Thou bestow,
And make my latest footsteps sure,
And with me through the valley go.
Unless the patience Thou bestow,
And make my latest footsteps sure,
And with me through the valley go.
But, jealous of myself, I hope
Thou wilt my Guide and Keeper be,
My weak defective faith fill up,
And to the end remember me.
Thou wilt my Guide and Keeper be,
My weak defective faith fill up,
And to the end remember me.
Throughout my life of death afraid,
Yet, Lord, in Thee I still confide;
On Thee my trembling soul is stay'd,
Who hast for me both lived and died.
Yet, Lord, in Thee I still confide;
On Thee my trembling soul is stay'd,
Who hast for me both lived and died.
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Thou wilt, I steadfastly believe,
My Saviour to the utmost prove,
And to Thyself in death receive
The purchase of Thy dying love.
My Saviour to the utmost prove,
And to Thyself in death receive
The purchase of Thy dying love.
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