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My soul before Thee prostrate lies;
To Thee, her Source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let Thy presence set me free.
In life’s short day, let me yet more
Of thy enlivening power implore;
my mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm, from wandering free.
Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With Thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in Thy will may mine be lost.
Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
One only care my soul shall know,
Father, all Thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That Thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
---Alternative verses---
One only care my soul shall know,
Father, all Thy commands to do;
Ah! dep engrave it on my breast,
That I in thee alone am blest.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1737
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 35:3;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ELVEN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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