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I WILL TRUST THE CRUCIFIED.
Though the world my choice deride,
I will trust the Crucified
Who for my redemption died.
I will trust the Crucified.
I will trust the Crucified
Who for my redemption died.
I will trust the Crucified.
Oh! my soul, how great thy loss
But for His redeeming Cross!
All thy treasures count but dross,
All but His redeeming Cross.
But for His redeeming Cross!
All thy treasures count but dross,
All but His redeeming Cross.
I will trust Thy Love divine,
Which has made me ever Thine,
Which has made Thee ever mine!
I will trust Thy Love divine.
Which has made me ever Thine,
Which has made Thee ever mine!
I will trust Thy Love divine.
Let Thy Love still hold me fast,
And when earth for me is past,
When I reach my home at last,
Still Thy Love shall hold me fast.
And when earth for me is past,
When I reach my home at last,
Still Thy Love shall hold me fast.
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All my joy and all my pride
Centre in the Crucified!
And whatever me betide,
I will trust the Crucified!
Centre in the Crucified!
And whatever me betide,
I will trust the Crucified!
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