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" Thy Will be doneV 209
Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine ; and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done !
Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, Thy will be done !
Charlotte Elliott. 1834.
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O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail inconstant heart; Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to Thee,
To Thee, my God, to Thee !
Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fix'd on Thee, On Thee, my God, on Thee !
Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; Thou'rt present, Lord, in every place; And, wheresoe er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee, To Thee, my God, to Thee I
Renouncing every worldly thing, Safe 'neath the covert of Thy wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in Thee, In Thee, my God, in Thee!
Mrs. Daniel Wilson. 1830. From John Frederic Oberlin. 1820. P |
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