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.