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Jesus, Master, whom I serve, Though so feebly and so ill, Strengthen hand and heart and nerve All Thy bidding to fulfil; Open Thou mine eyes to see All the work Thou hast for me. Lord, Thou needest not, I know, Service such as I can bring; Yet I long to prove and show Full allegiance to my King. Thou an honor art to me, Let me be a praise to Thee.
Jesus, Master! wilt Thou use One who owes Thee more than all? As Thou wilt! I would not choose, Only let me hear Thy call. Jesus! let me always be In Thy service glad and free.
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