Saviour of men, thy searching eye
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Saviour of men, thy searching eyeDoth all mine inmost thoughts descry;Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,Or the world's pleasures, or its praise?
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The love of Christ doth me constrainTo seek the wandering souls of men;With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,—To snatch them from the open grave.
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For this let men revile my name;No cross I shun, I fear no shame:All hail, reproach, and welcome pain:Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
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My life, my blood, I here present,If for thy truth they may be spent;Fulfill thy sovereign counsel, Lord;Thy will be done, thy name adored.