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Lord, I feel a carnal mind
That hangs about me still.
Vainly though I strive to bind
My own rebellious will;
Is not haughtiness of heart
The gulf between my God and me ?
Meek Redeemer ! now impart
Thine own humility !
Fain would I my Lord pursue,
Be all my Saviour taught,
Do as Jesus bade me do,
And think as Jesus thought:
But 'tis Thou must change my heart;
The perfect gift must come from Thee;
Meek Redeemer ! now impart
Thine own humility!
Lord, I cannot, must not rest,
Till I Thy mind obtain,
Chase presumption from my breast,
And all Thy mildness gain :
Give me, Lord, Thy gentle heart;
Thy lowly mind my portion be :
Meek Redeemer ! now impart
Thine own humility !
Let Thy cross my will control;
Conform me to my Guide!
In the manger lay my soul,
And crucify my pride !
Give me, Lord, a contrite heart,
An heart that always looks to Thee :
Meek Redeemer ! now impart
Thine own humility !
Tear away my every boast;
My stubborn mind abase ;
Saviour, fix my only trust
In Thy redeeming grace !
Give me a submissive heart,
From pride and self-dependence free ;
Meek Redeemer! now impart
Thine own humility!
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VALE OF SORROW
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