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Hymn.
Tune, “Lyons.”
Extol ye Jehovah, His glory proclaim;
Our shield and defender, sing praise to His name.
His life is our life, and we lean on His arm,
His presence to life gives its holiest charm.
Our shield and defender, sing praise to His name.
His life is our life, and we lean on His arm,
His presence to life gives its holiest charm.
We find in His service our noblest employ,
To do His blest will is our aim and our joy;
No bliss like the bliss by His hand to be led,
No crown like the crown that honors His head.
To do His blest will is our aim and our joy;
No bliss like the bliss by His hand to be led,
No crown like the crown that honors His head.
We wait for His summons, we bow to His word,
Our Master, our Saviour, our Teacher, our Lord;
We love Thy dear footsteps, we walk in Thy fear,
Speak, Lord, to our hearts, and Thy servants shall hear.
Our Master, our Saviour, our Teacher, our Lord;
We love Thy dear footsteps, we walk in Thy fear,
Speak, Lord, to our hearts, and Thy servants shall hear.
Accept Thou the gift which we lay at Thy feet;
For grace we implore, for strength we entreat;
So life, be it longer or shorter, shall be
A life full of service, dear Saviour, for Thee.
For grace we implore, for strength we entreat;
So life, be it longer or shorter, shall be
A life full of service, dear Saviour, for Thee.
October 21, 1895.
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