My gracious Lord, I own thy right
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My gracious Lord, I own thy rightTo every service I can pay,And call it my supreme delightTo hear thy dictates, and obey.
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What is my being but for thee,—Its sure support, its noblest end?'T is my delight thy face to see,And serve the cause of such a Friend.
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I would not sigh for worldly joy,Or to increase my worldly good;Nor future days nor powers employTo spread a sounding name abroad.
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'T is to my Saviour I would live,—To him who for my ransom died;Nor could all worldly honor giveSuch bliss as crowns me at his side.
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His work my hoary age shall blessWhen youthful vigor is no more;And my last hour of life confessHis saving love, his glorious power.