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Lord, if Thou Thy grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
I shall as my Master be,
Clothèd with humility.
Simple, teachable, and mild,
Changed into a little child,
Pleased with all the Lord provides,
Weaned from all the world besides.
Father, fix my soul on Thee;
Every evil let me flee:
Nothing want beneath, above —
Happy in Thy precious Love.
Oh, that all may seek and find
Every good in Christ combined!
Him let Israel still adore,
Trust Him, praise Him evermore.
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