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O Jesus, Lord of majesty!
O glorious King, eternal Son!
In mercy bend Thou down to me,
As now I cast me at Thy throne.
Enslaved to vanity, and weak,
An alien power in me hath sway,
My strength is gone, howe'er I seek
I cannot break my bonds away.
How oft my heart against my will
Is torn and tossing to and fro,
I cannot, as I would, fulfill
The good that yet I love and know.
How many ties oppress and bind
The soul that yearneth to be free;
Distracted, vanquish'd, oft the mind
That fain would rest at peace in Thee.
I practice me in self-controul,
Yet rest and calm in vain pursue
Self-will is rooted in my soul,
And thwarts me still, whate'er I do.
I hate it, but its life is strong,
I fear, yet cannot it forsake;
Ah Lord, how long it seems, how long,
Until Thy grace my yoke shall break!
Ah Jesus, when, when, wilt Thou lead
The prisoner from this drear abode?
When shall I feel that I am freed,
And Thou art with me, Son of God?
Oh take this heart, that I would give
For ever to be all Thine own;
I to myself no more would live;
Come, Lord, be Thou my King alone.
Yes, take my heart, and in it rule,
Direct it as it pleases Thee;
I will be silent in Thy school,
And learn whate'er Thou teachest me.
What lives by life that is not Thine,
I yield it to Thy righteous doom;
What yet resists Thy power Divine,
Oh let Thy fire of love consume.
And then within the heart abide
That Thou halt cleansed to be Thy throne;
A look from Thee shall be my guide,
I watch but till Thy will is known.
Yes, make me Thine,—though I am weak,
Thy service makes us strong and free;
My Lord and King, Thy face I seek,
For ever keep me true to Thee.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1731,1863
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