Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,
The many crowned, the light-enrobed,
and He
Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won
Thine
eyes shall see!
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I am Thine.
Jesus Master!
I am Thine,
Keep me faithful keep me near,
Let Thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer,
Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,
Oh, be Thou my all in all
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Is it for Me?
Is
it for me, dear
Saviour Thy Glory and Thy
rest?
For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall
I thus be blessed?
Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace
And gaze in endless rapture
on Thy beloved face?
Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee
face to face,
Behold Thee in
Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace
And be with Thee for ever,
and never grieve Thee more!
Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore.
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Going to Christ
I go to Christ my Saviour
With every little need
The help He always gives me
Is wonderful indeed
I go when I am mourning
The loss of loved ones near
He speaketh words of comfort
sweet,
He doth my spirit cheer
I go when I am fearing
The cruse of oil will fail
He sendeth me the needful means
And thus doth prayer prevent
Cecilia Havergal
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My King and Master.
Christ my King,
my Master, let my whole life be,
Spent in blessed service only until Thee
Let me serve Thee gladly,
That the world may know
’Tis a happy privilege, Thee to
serve below.
Let me serve Thee humbly,
Thine
be all the praise,
’Tis Thy love alone which tunes
my feeble lays;
Let me serve Thee quickly—Time will soon
be o’er
I would fain lead many to heaven’s
peaceful shore.
Let me serve Thee ever, from morning until eve,
My earliest and my latest breath, my King,
Thou shall receive.
And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won
Grant that I too, dear Master,
may hear Thy sweet “Well done!”
Cevilia Havergal
Under His Shadow
“Under His shadow,” with Christ alone
Here, love He whispers in
tenderest tone,
Treasures unfolding, riches of grace
Thus for life’s
battle my soul doth He brace.
“Under His shadow,” a near page of life.
Opens before me, apart from
the strife
Oh! will Thou show me Master and King
How I may glory unto Thee
bring!
“Under His shadow” may life be passed
Daily and hourly on till the
last,
Then no more shadows, all shall have fled
When we awake like Jesus our Head.