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[Lord, to Thee I feebly look]
Lord, to Thee I feebly look,
Thou my cause hast undertook,
Author of my faith Thou art,
Stamping pardon on my heart.
But that every moment I
May on Thy dear cross rely,
Still the mystery reveal
Of Thy love unspeakable.
What Thou gav'st me once to know,
O continue to bestow;
Give me, every moment give
By Thy precious death to live.
This my sole employment be,
Station'd here on Calvary,
Let me on Thy passion gaze,
See Thee dying in my place.
While I thus my Pattern view,
I shall bleed and suffer too,
With the Man of sorrow join'd
One become in heart and mind.
More and more like Jesus grow,
Till the Finisher I know,
Gain the final victor's wreath,
Perfect love in perfect death.
