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2 We pray Thee, grant us strength to take
Our daily cross, whate'er it be,

And gladly for Thine own dear sake
In paths of pain to follow Thee.

3 As on our daily way we go,

Through light or shade, in calm or strife,

O may we bear Thy marks below

In conquered sin and chastened life.

4 And week by week this day we ask
That holy memories of Thy cross
May sanctify each common task,
And turn to gain each earthly loss.

5 Grant us, dear Lord, our cross to bear
Till at Thy feet we lay it down,
Win through Thy blood our pardon there,
And through the cross attain the crown.
W. W. How, 1871

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J. Stainer, 1875

Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth un-fath-omed no man knows,

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2 Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there.
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.

3 O hide this self from me, that I

No more, but Christ in me, may live!

My base affections crucify,

Nor let one favorite sin survive;
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee.
4 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart that lowly waits Thy call!
Speak to my inmost soul, and say:
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice!
G. Tersteegen, 1729

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Schumann's Gesangbuch, 1539

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2 O wash me in the fountain
That floweth from Thy side!
O clothe me in the raiment
Thy blood hath purified!

3 O hold Thou up my goings,

And lead from strength to strength, That unto Thee in Zion

I may appear at length!

4 O hearken to my knocking, And open wide the door, That I may enter freely

And never leave Thee more!

5 O bring me, loving Jesus,

To that most blessed place, Where angels and archangels Look ever on Thy face;

6 Where gladsome Hallelujahs
Unceasingly resound;

Where martyrs, now triumphant,
Walk robed in white and crowned!

7 O make my spirit worthy

To join that ransomed throng!
O teach my lips to utter
That everlasting song!

8 O give that last, best blessing,
That even saints can know,
To follow in Thy footsteps
Wherever Thou dost go!

9 Not wisdom, might, or glory,
I ask to win above;

I ask for Thee, Thee only,

O Thou eternal Love!

Richard E. Littledale, 1864

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