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HYMN.
[If Thou, dear Lord, art mine]
If Thou, dear Lord, art mine,
If I indeed am Thine,
Send down Thy holy light
And banish all my night.
If I indeed am Thine,
Send down Thy holy light
And banish all my night.
My constant, welcome guest,
Abide within my breast;
Cast all its evil out,
Put all Thy foes to rout.
Abide within my breast;
Cast all its evil out,
Put all Thy foes to rout.
Let me henceforward be
Happy alone in Thee;
So shall my freed soul feel
For Thee a quenchless zeal;
Happy alone in Thee;
So shall my freed soul feel
For Thee a quenchless zeal;
So shall my will e'er be
In perfect harmony
With all that Thou dost send,
My Saviour and my Friend.
In perfect harmony
With all that Thou dost send,
My Saviour and my Friend.
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In sickness or in health,
In poverty or wealth,
I yield my willing soul
To Thy supreme control.
In poverty or wealth,
I yield my willing soul
To Thy supreme control.
With me it shall be well,
In earth, or Heaven, or hell,
Since, Jesus, Thou art mine,
Saviour and Friend Divine.
In earth, or Heaven, or hell,
Since, Jesus, Thou art mine,
Saviour and Friend Divine.
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