'In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.'

mp. JESUS, I my cross have taken,

All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,

Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, and hoped, and known;
mf Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.

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Whose I am, and whom I serve.' mp

ESUS, Master, whose I am,

Purchased, Thine alone to be,
By Thy blood, O spotless Lamb,

Shed so willingly for me,
Let my heart be all Thine own,

Let me live to Thee alone.
2 Other lords have long held sway ;

Now, Thy name alone to bear,
Thy dear voice alone obey,

Is my daily, hourly prayer:
mf Whom have I in heaven but Thee?

Nothing else my joy can be.
m 3 Jesus, Master, I am Thine:

Keep me faithful, keep me near;
Let Thy presence in me shine,

All my homeward way to cheer.
тр Jesus, at Thy feet I fall,
mf O be Thou my All in all.

m 4 Jesus, Master, whom I serve,

5 Lord, Thou needest not, I know,
Though so feebly and so ill,

Service such as I can bring;
Strengthen hand and heart and nerve Yet I long to prove and show
All Thy bidding to fulfil ;

Full allegiance to my King.
Open Thou mine eyes to see

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Thou an honour art to me;
Aīl the work Thou hast for me.

Let me be a praise to Thee.
m 6 Jesus, Master, wilt Thou use

One who owes Thee more than all ?
As Thou wilt! I would not choose ;

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Only let me hear Thy call.

A mf Jesus, let me always be

8 In Thy service glad and free.

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Jest mortan dosahna Ashamed be Thee,

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My soul shall make her boast in the Lord.' mp ESUS! and shall it ever be,

m 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon

Let midnight be ashamed of noon ; Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,

'T is midnight with my soul till He, Whose glories shine through endless days? Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. m 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

m 4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend Let evening blush to own a star;

On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! mf He sheds the beams of light Divine

No! when I blush, be this my shame, O'er this benighted soul of mine.

That I no more revere His name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may

When I've no guilt to wash away ;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save.
mf 6 Till then—nor is my boasting vain-

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Till then I boast a Saviour slain :
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

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