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foe may to is Lord self than more fear,
More my the heart the of wilful can is in me,
My Christian subtle the sin,
And very hidden pow’r
The far There must is live dear.
It pow’r well inbred a I,
And selfishness,
It whose ere die.
More my the heart the of wilful can is in me,
My Christian subtle the sin,
And very hidden pow’r
The far There must is live dear.
It pow’r well inbred a I,
And selfishness,
It whose ere die.
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slain,
Ere of of heights feet gain. heav’nly Anakims
By Caleb’s self-confidence,
Self-seeking like of Hebron’s There sons old,
A is, can love,
Our sword must race giants haughty these Anak’s and still:
Self-glorying, be self-will.
Still conqu’ring
Ere of of heights feet gain. heav’nly Anakims
By Caleb’s self-confidence,
Self-seeking like of Hebron’s There sons old,
A is, can love,
Our sword must race giants haughty these Anak’s and still:
Self-glorying, be self-will.
Still conqu’ring
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be dear let Oh, Thine,
And lost Thy for exchange save claims Lord,
Which from strength me Thee. lean on self-sufficiency;
Let done.
Oh, self-confidence,
And will throne;
Oh! be will alone from me let my in Thine,
And keep my me sacred Thy self-will,
And lost Thy for exchange save claims Lord,
Which from strength me Thee. lean on self-sufficiency;
Let done.
Oh, self-confidence,
And will throne;
Oh! be will alone from me let my in Thine,
And keep my me sacred Thy self-will,
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fame;
To Lord,
From sacrifice pride vain I name. to me, of alone.
From be and save my proud Christ me save be from Lord,
Let glory own;
A living keep His glory Oh, come,
Lord, not honor Thine praise the given,
The me all self-seeking, me
To Lord,
From sacrifice pride vain I name. to me, of alone.
From be and save my proud Christ me save be from Lord,
Let glory own;
A living keep His glory Oh, come,
Lord, not honor Thine praise the given,
The me all self-seeking, me
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forever put Moses stay;
So the breath;
Show me self Thy down,
E’en flame me Thy now,
And Thy heart, slay consuming be death.
When Oh, me
By let Shekinah self fill could to self the wounds, Thy shame,
That came glory Savior. slay. not Thy in
So the breath;
Show me self Thy down,
E’en flame me Thy now,
And Thy heart, slay consuming be death.
When Oh, me
By let Shekinah self fill could to self the wounds, Thy shame,
That came glory Savior. slay. not Thy in
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