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Consecration and Service.

528 EASTBURG, 7. 6. 7. 6. D.

George William Martin, 1875.

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1. O Master, when Thou call est, No voice may say Thee nay,

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1. O sweetly breathe the lyres a-bove, When an-gels touch the quivering string,

And wake, to chant Emman - uel's love, Such strains as an - gel-lips can sing.

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534 CRUCIFER. 8. 7. 8. 7. D.

John Henry Willcox, 1827-1875.

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1. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All and

to leave

follow Thee;

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Des - ti- tute, de spised, for- sak - en, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.

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Per - ish ev 'ry fond am - bition, All I've sought, and hoped, and known,

Yet how rich is my

condition! God and heav'n are still my own.

2 Let the world despise and leave me ;
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me :
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me;
Show Thy face and all is bright.

3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
With Thy favor, loss is gain.

I have called Thee Abba, Father;
I have stayed my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

4 Man may trouble and distress me,

"Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While Thy love is left to me; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

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