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O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to Thee,
To Thee, my God, to Thee !
Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fix'd on Thee,
On Thee, my God, on Thee !
Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ;
Thou'rt present, Lord, in every place;
And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee,
To Thee, my God, to Thee I
Renouncing every worldly thing,
Safe 'neath the covert of Thy wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1820,1830
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WYKE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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