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'In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.'
mp. JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
All I've sought, and hoped, and known;
Whose I am, and whom I serve.' mp
ESUS, Master, whose I am,
Purchased, Thine alone to be,
Shed so willingly for me,
Let me live to Thee alone.
Now, Thy name alone to bear,
Is my daily, hourly prayer:
Nothing else my joy can be.
Keep me faithful, keep me near;
All my homeward way to cheer.
m 4 Jesus, Master, whom I serve,
5 Lord, Thou needest not, I know,
Service such as I can bring;
Full allegiance to my King.
Thou an honour art to me;
Let me be a praise to Thee.
One who owes Thee more than all ?
A mf Jesus, let me always be
8 In Thy service glad and free.
J. STAINER. Slow
Jest mortan dosahna Ashamed be Thee,
My soul shall make her boast in the Lord.' mp ESUS! and shall it ever be,
m 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon ; Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
'T is midnight with my soul till He, Whose glories shine through endless days? Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. m 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
m 4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend Let evening blush to own a star;
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! mf He sheds the beams of light Divine
No! when I blush, be this my shame, O'er this benighted soul of mine.
That I no more revere His name.
When I've no guilt to wash away ;
No fears to quell, no soul to save.