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Let me love and not be requited. Let me serve and not be rewarded. Let me labor and not be remembered. Let me suffer and not be regarded.
EmLet
me love and not be
re
Amquit
Am-B
ed.
Let me
Em
serve
and not be
re
Amward
Am-B
ed.
Let me
Em
labor
and not be
re
Am
membered.
Let me
Em
suffer
and
B
not
be
re
Em
garded.
Let me pour wine, while I drink not. Let me break bread, while I keep not, Pour my life out that others be blessèd, Be in suff’ring that they be contented.
EmLet
me pour wine, while I
Am
drink
Am-B
not.
Let me
Em
break
bread, while I
Am
keep
Am-B
not,
Pour my
Em
life
out that others be
Am
blessèd,
Be in
Em
suff'ring
that
B
they
be
con
Em
tented.
None to pity me or care for me, None to praise me or to console me. I would rather be desolate, wretched, Lonely, friendless, and wrongly treated.
DNone
to
G
pity
me or care
D
for
me,
None to
D7
praise
me or to
con
G
sole
me.
I would
G7
rather
be desolate,
C
wretched,
Lonely,
G
friendless,
D7
and
wrongly
G
treated.
With my blood and tears pay the price to gain the crown, Suffer loss that I might a pilgrim’s life live out, For, Lord, this is how You lived Your life when You walked on this earthly sphere, Gladly bore all loss that those who drew near Could be freed from all suffering and fear.
GWith
my
Em
blood
and tears pay the
Am
price
to gain the
B
crown,
Suffer
Em
loss
that I might a
Am
pilgrim's
life live
B
out,
For, Lord,
Em
this
is how You lived
Am
Your
life
when You
Em
walked
on this
B
earthly
Em
sphere,
Gladly
Am
bore
all loss that those
Em
who
drew near
Could be
Am
freed
from all
B
suffering
and
Em
fear.
I know not how far the future lies ahead. On this path of no retreating I am led. So, Lord, let me now learn from Your perfect pattern, Suff’ring wrong, no resentment in return.
DI
G
know
not how far the
Am
future
lies
a
B
head.
On
Em
this
path of no
re
Am
treating
I am
B
led.
So, Lord,
Em
let
me now learn from Your
Am
perfect
pattern,
Suff'ring
Em
wrong,
no
re
B
sentment
in
re
Em
turn.
May You in this difficult, tedious day, All my tears shed in secret wipe away; Learning You are my only solacement, And let my life for others’ joy be spent.
Very challenging lyrics. There's a wee childrens chorus that goes. 'I want to know Christ who died for me.... '
I love the LORD because he first loved me. I am still a work in progress but I press on, Jesus is the only hope for a fallen world. Thankyou for sharing this hymn.
I heard about the song while listening to Bro. Zac. Poonen iam also grip by the song and I saw how selfish and self centered I have become in so many areas in my life am sorry Lord show me mercy. May God help my diligence and determination in Jesus name amen. Brothers and Sisters there is more and more in Christ to be revealed to us.
The hymn "let me love and not be requited" from through the hand of brother Nee is very good and most honorable, actually it would be the base of the love of new human life. But since restricted by time, however, the "I know not how far the future lies ahead" has expired.
Giovanni Bernardone, who was better known as Saint Francis of Assisi, was a mystic, medieval monk who spent his lifetime as an evangelist, preaching and helping the poor people of Italy.
Francis was born in Assisi, Italy in 1182. As a soldier he lived a life full of indulgence but at age 25 his life radically changed when God touched his life. From that moment on, Francis was determined to serve Him by imitating the life of Christ here on earth. Although Francis came from a wealthy family, he denied his inheritance and lived with the most meager of possessions devoting himself to going from village to village as Christ’s representative. When he was 28, Francis founded the Franciscan Order of Friars. It later developed into a large movement of young men and some women who adopted his beliefs and ascetic life style.
Francis was known for his great love of nature, seeing the hand of God in all creation. The hymn “All Creatures of Our God and King” is a popular hymn (not found in hymnal. net) is said to have been written one hot summer day in 1225, a year before his death, while Francis was very ill and suffering from the loss of his eyesight. Throughout his life he made much use singing and believed strongly in the importance of church music. He wrote more than 60 hymns for use in the monastery.