Jesus, my Saviour, let me be
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Jesus, my Saviour, let me beMore perfectly conformed to thee;Implant each grace, each sin dethrone,And form my temper like thine own.
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My foe, when hungry, let me feed,Share in his grief, supply his need;The haughty frown may I not fear,But with a lowly meekness bear.
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Let the envenomed heart and tongue,The hand outstretched to do me wrong,Excite no feelings in my breast,But such as Jesus oft expressed.
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To others let me always giveWhat I from others would receive.Nor, when provoked, with anger burn,Nor evil word or act return.
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This will proclaim how bright and fairThe precepts of the gospel are,And God himself, the God of love,His own resemblance will approve.