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Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ, Live o'er again in me, That, filled with love, I may become A Christ in my degree. Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ, My inmost being fill; So shall I think as thou dost think, And will as thou dost will. Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ, Thy life transfigure mine; And through this veil of mortal flesh Here may thy glory shine. Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ, Thy love's constraint I feel, Thy cross I see, and mind and heart Obey its mute appeal. Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ, And when this life is o'er May I be with thee where thou art, Like thee, forever more. ALL FOR JESUS What shall I sing for thee, My Lord and Light? What shall I bring to thee, Master, to-night? O for the strong desire! O for the touch of fire! Then shall my tuneful lyre Praise thee aright. Thou hast given all for me, Saviour divine! I would give all to thee, Evermore thine! Let my heart cling to thee, Let my lips sing for thee, Let me just bring to thee All that is mine! Didst thou not die for me, Ransom for sin? Ascending on high for me, Pleading within? All shall be dross for thee, All shall be loss for thee, Welcome the cross for thee I, too, shall win! What can I do for thee, Glorious Friend? Let me be true to thee Right to the end! Close to thy bleeding side, Washed in the crimson tide, On till the waves divide, Till I ascend! Then a still sweeter song, Jesus, I'll bring; Up 'mid the ransomed throng Thee will I sing! Never to leave thee now, Never to grieve thee now, Low at thy feet to bow, Wonderful King! --Henry Burton. CHRIST OUR EXAMPLE O who like thee, so calm, so bright, Lord Jesus Christ, thou Light of light; O who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? O who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before; So meek, so lowly, yet so high, So glorious in humility? Through all thy lifelong weary years, A Man of sorrows and of tears, The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon thy bending shoulders weighed; And death, that sets the prisoner free,
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