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August 21 GOSPEL OF THE DUST
“Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?”—
Ps. xxx. 9.
“Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust.”—Isa. xxvi. 19.
Lord of my life, sweet Saviour, come
In all Thy meekness and Thy might;
Wherever Thou art is my home,
And only there indeed is Light.
I cannot live, unless I see
Ever Thy Face and rest in Thee.
In all Thy meekness and Thy might;
Wherever Thou art is my home,
And only there indeed is Light.
I cannot live, unless I see
Ever Thy Face and rest in Thee.
Reign over me and fill this heart
Full with the glory of Thy Grace,
And make my praises in each part
Meet for the Master's dwelling-place;
My will doth hourly pray and pine,
Till it is moulded more like Thine.
Full with the glory of Thy Grace,
And make my praises in each part
Meet for the Master's dwelling-place;
My will doth hourly pray and pine,
Till it is moulded more like Thine.
The world is very great and strong,
My spirit willing, Lord, but weak
To face the evil and the wrong
When I would in Thy service speak;
But here Thy chief salvation lies,
Just in these frail infirmities.
My spirit willing, Lord, but weak
To face the evil and the wrong
When I would in Thy service speak;
But here Thy chief salvation lies,
Just in these frail infirmities.
O glorify Thy Grace in me,
Magnify now Thy Holy Name,
Till all the powers of darkness flee
Because Thy Love is still the same;
Though I be dust beneath Thy Throne,
Yet let me flower and be Thine own.
Magnify now Thy Holy Name,
Till all the powers of darkness flee
Because Thy Love is still the same;
Though I be dust beneath Thy Throne,
Yet let me flower and be Thine own.
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