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Saviour of men, thy searching eye
Doth all my inmost thoughts descry:
Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,
Or the world's pleasures, or its praise?
The love of Christ doth me constrain
To seek the wandering souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
To snatch them from the gaping grave.
For this let men revile my name,
No cross I shun, I fear no shame:
All hail reproach, and welcome pain;
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
My life, my blood, I here present,
If for thy truth they may be spent:
Fulfill thy sovereign counsel, Lord!
Thy will be done, thy name adored!
Give me thy strength, O God of power,
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be.
'Tis fixed; I can do all through thee.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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STEVENS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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