283 ~ Saviour! Thy Dying Love
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Saviour! Thy dying love Thou gavest me, Nor should I aught withhold, Dear Lord, from Thee; In love my soul would bow, My heart fulfill its vow, Some offering bring Thee now, Something for Thee.
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At the blest mercy seat, Pleading for me, My feeble faith looks up, Jesus, to Thee; Help me the cross to bear, Thy wondrous love declare, Some song to raise, or prayer, Something for Thee.
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Give me a faithful heart, Likeness to Thee, That each departing day Henceforth may see Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done, Some wanderer sought and won, Something for Thee.
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All that I am and have, Thy gifts so free, In joy, in grief, through life, Dear Lord, for Thee! And when Thy face I see, My ransomed soul shall be. Through all eternity Something for Thee.