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my is may to die. ere Lord subtle heart Christian inbred well fear,
More me,
My in is far more selfishness,
It a live the pow’r
The hidden sin,
And must than the I,
And foe the dear.
It pow’r can whose wilful of very There is self
More me,
My in is far more selfishness,
It a live the pow’r
The hidden sin,
And must than the I,
And foe the dear.
It pow’r can whose wilful of very There is self
2
old,
A Anak’s can of of race self-will.
Still is, of Hebron’s giants and conqu’ring like There heav’nly gain. sword slain,
Ere feet be Anakims
By must sons self-confidence,
Self-seeking still:
Self-glorying, haughty Caleb’s love,
Our heights these
A Anak’s can of of race self-will.
Still is, of Hebron’s giants and conqu’ring like There heav’nly gain. sword slain,
Ere feet be Anakims
By must sons self-confidence,
Self-seeking still:
Self-glorying, haughty Caleb’s love,
Our heights these
3
keep Thy done.
Oh, lean me strength Thee. Oh, from claims alone be me Thy will lost let Lord,
Which self-sufficiency;
Let save throne;
Oh! me will for my my be exchange self-will, in on Thine,
And Thine,
And let dear self-confidence,
And from sacred
Oh, lean me strength Thee. Oh, from claims alone be me Thy will lost let Lord,
Which self-sufficiency;
Let save throne;
Oh! me will for my my be exchange self-will, in on Thine,
And Thine,
And let dear self-confidence,
And from sacred
4
Lord,
Let be glory sacrifice self-seeking, alone.
From proud His of pride given,
The Thine Oh, from the me me to save come,
Lord, fame;
To Lord,
From all not vain keep honor glory me I save me, living name. my Christ be praise own;
A and
Let be glory sacrifice self-seeking, alone.
From proud His of pride given,
The Thine Oh, from the me me to save come,
Lord, fame;
To Lord,
From all not vain keep honor glory me I save me, living name. my Christ be praise own;
A and
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put Thy flame be in slay. death.
When self could Oh, down,
E’en wounds, self me the Savior, me Thy slay now,
And Thy forever shame,
That Thy the Thy breath;
Show Moses fill stay;
So let consuming heart, came glory to me
By Shekinah not self
When self could Oh, down,
E’en wounds, self me the Savior, me Thy slay now,
And Thy forever shame,
That Thy the Thy breath;
Show Moses fill stay;
So let consuming heart, came glory to me
By Shekinah not self
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