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Jesus, my Savior, let me be
More perfectly conformed to Thee;
Implant each grace, each sin dethrone,
And form my temper like Thine own.
My foe, when hungry, let me feed,
Share in his grief, supply his need;
The haughty frown may I not fear,
But with a lowly meekness bear.
Let the envenomed heart and tongue,
The hand outstretched to do me wrong,
Excite no feeling in my breast,
But such as Jesus once expressed.
To others let me always give
What I from others would receive;
Good deeds for evil ones return,
Nor when provoked, with anger burn.
This will proclaim how bright and fair,
The precepts of the gospel are!
And God himself, the God of love,
His own resemblance will approve.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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CONFORMITY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1832
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