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BENEATH HIS FEET.
Not on that sacred Head of Thine,
Circled with majesty Divine,
Would I, O Lord, place hand of mine.
Circled with majesty Divine,
Would I, O Lord, place hand of mine.
Here in the dust of sin I lie
And cannot lift my hand so high
To reach Thee crowned above the sky.
And cannot lift my hand so high
To reach Thee crowned above the sky.
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Not on Thy Head my hand I place
But with bowed knee and covered face
Bending before Thy throne of grace;
But with bowed knee and covered face
Bending before Thy throne of grace;
My head beneath Thy Feet I lay,
Thy piercèd Feet, and humbly pray
Some precious drops may fall that way.
Thy piercèd Feet, and humbly pray
Some precious drops may fall that way.
Here, Lord, beneath Thy sacred Feet
I'll supplicate Thy pardon sweet
And linger round Thy mercy seat:
I'll supplicate Thy pardon sweet
And linger round Thy mercy seat:
Here will I wait to hear Thee speak,
And glimpses of Thy countenance seek,
And drink into Thy Spirit meek:
And glimpses of Thy countenance seek,
And drink into Thy Spirit meek:
Till, Lord, on this bowed head of mine,
Thou gently lay Thy hand Divine,
And bid me rise, and sing, and shine!
Thou gently lay Thy hand Divine,
And bid me rise, and sing, and shine!
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