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Head of the Church and Lord of all,
Hear from Thy throne our suppliant call:
We come the promised grace to see,
Of which aforetime Thou didst speak.
"Lo, I am with you" - that sweet word,
Lord Jesus, meekly be it heard,
And stamped with all-inspiring power
On our weak souls this favoured hour.
Without Thy presence, King of saints,
Our purpose fails, our spirit faints;
Thou must our wavering faith renew
Ere we can yield Thee service true.
Thy consecrating might we ask,
Or vain the toil, unblest the task,
And impotent of fruit will be
Love's holiest effort wrought for Thee.
"Lo, I am with you", even so,
Thy joy our strength, we fearless go;
And praise shall crown the suppliant's call,
Head of the Church, and Lord of all!
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| 1962 | # 258 | | 1964 | # 79 | | | # 159 |
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OMBERSLEY
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| # 393 | C | | # 441 | C | | # 521 | C | | # 11 | C | | # 562 | C | | # 455 | No key |
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