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Father! reveal thy Son in me,
To my soul’s eye, unclouded;
The fulness of the Deity,
In mortal semblance shrouded,
When, for a name o’er every name,
He bore the cross, despised the shame,
And rose —the world’s Redeemer.
Him then as mine, may I confess,
With all my powers adore him,
And, as the Lord my Righteousness,
Most humbly walk before him,
Hail him, mine Advocate, on high
Extol his priesthood, and rely
Upon his sole atonement.
All things for him, may I forsake;
In poverty and weakness,
His gentle burden on me take,
And wear his yoke with meekness;
So shall I find in labour rest,
In suffering, peace,—of Christ possessed
In me the hope of glory.
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