Lord! when I all things would possess
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Lord! when I all things would possess,I crave but to be thine;O, lowly is the loftinessOf these desires divine!
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Each gift but helps my soul to learnHow boundless is thy store;I go from strength to strength, and yearnFor thee, my Helper, more.
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How can my soul divinely soar,How keep the shining way,And not more tremblingly adore,And not more humbly pray?
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The more I triumph in thy gifts,The more I wait on thee,The grace that mightily upliftsMost sweetly humbleth me.
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The heaven where I would stand completeMy lowly love shall see,And stronger grow the yearning sweet,My blessed Lord, for thee.