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Master, no offering
costly and sweet,
May we, like Magdalene,
lay at Thy feet;
Yet may love’s incense rise,
sweeter than sacrifice,
|: Dear Lord to Thee :|
Daily our lives would show
weakness made strong,
Toilsome and gloomy ways
brightened by song;
Some deeds of kindness done,
some souls by patience won,
|: Dear Lord to Thee :|
Some word of hope for hearts
burdened with fears,
Some balm of peace for eyes
blinded with tears,
Some dews of mercy shed,
some wayward footsteps led,
|: Dear Lord to Thee :|
Thus, in Thy service, Lord,
till eventide
Closes the day of life
may we abide;
And when earth’s labors cease,
bid us depart in peace,
|: Dear Lord to Thee :|