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Lord of spirits, I surrender
For Thy use Thy gifts to me:
O but show Thy mercy tender
When my song no more shall be;
More and more my heart’s aflutter
With the thoughts I may not utter,
While life’s riddle great I ponder.
Let my laurels in oblivion
Turn to dust, I shall rejoice
If my soul, renewed, is given
There to sing with sacred voice,
If, in accents pure and glorious,
I may join the hymn victorious
At Thy throne to harps of Heaven.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1859
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 4:24;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LORD OF SPIRITS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 8 8
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