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