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The Serving-Man
Lord, thou hast many a serving-man,
And better far than I;
Yet leave Thee, Lord, I never can,
Nor Him who bought deny.
And better far than I;
Yet leave Thee, Lord, I never can,
Nor Him who bought deny.
Thou brought me out of bondage sore,
When sick and faint of heart;
And can I ask for service more,
Than never to depart.
When sick and faint of heart;
And can I ask for service more,
Than never to depart.
A Servant now I'll tend thy sheep,
Nor know the master's joy;
Yet I, if well thy fold I keep,
Shall find a son's employ.
Nor know the master's joy;
Yet I, if well thy fold I keep,
Shall find a son's employ.
O hasten, Father, hasten on,
The days till all are past;
And Thou when all my work is done,
Wilt call me son at last.
The days till all are past;
And Thou when all my work is done,
Wilt call me son at last.
Poem No. 322; summer 1839
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