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PERFECTIONS OF GOD
L. M.
1 TO Thee, oh merciful and just, We lift our spirits from the dust—»
To Thee, whose power and love reclaim The lives of men from sin and shame.
2 " Within thy courts, O God, We stand— A firm, devoted, fearless band : And here we buckle on for life, Our armor for a holy strife.
3 " A strife with self, and fierce desires, That wither like consuming fires, That all thy noblest work deface, And make the heart a desert place*
4 " Oh, let us conquer ! let thy shield Protect us, till the tyrant yield— Till from our land the foe be driven, Who poisons all the founts of heaven.'*
L. M.
WE come, our Father, to thy throne With grateful heart and joyful lays. For thou hast made our cause thine own, To thee, to thee alone, be praise.
We loose the sandals from our feet,
We feel that this is holy ground \ Then let us seek thy mercy seat,
For there alone may strength be found.
Strength to press on and upwai'd still, To rein each passion's wild career,
To conquer ev'ry form of ill,
Uncheck'd by pride, unaw'd by fear . |
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