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The Book of Praise.
All that feeds my busy pride, Cast it evermore aside ; Bid my will to Thine submit; Lay me humbly at Thy feet.
Make me like a little child, Of my strength and wisdom spoil'd, Seeing only in Thy light, Walking only in Thy might,
Leaning on Thy loving breast, Where a weary soul may rest;' Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from Thy precious Blood !
In this posture let me live, And hosannas daily give ; In 4his temper let me die, And hosannas ever cry !
John Berridge. 1785. Variation from Charles Wesley. 1743.
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 gulph between my God and me ?
Meek Redeemer ! now impart Thine own humility !