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Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile, Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee, Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile. Thine eyes shall see!

Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree, Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name Thine eyes shall see!

Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One, The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won Thine eyes shall see!

I am Thine.

Jesus Master! I am Thine, Keep me faithful keep me near, Let Thy presence in me shine All my homeward way to cheer, Jesus! at Thy feet I fall, Oh, be Thou my all in all

Is it for Me?

Is it for me, dear Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest? For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall I thus be blessed? Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face?

Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face, Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more! Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore.

Going to Christ

I go to Christ my Saviour With every little need The help He always gives me Is wonderful indeed

I go when I am mourning The loss of loved ones near He speaketh words of comfort sweet, He doth my spirit cheer

I go when I am fearing The cruse of oil will fail He sendeth me the needful means And thus doth prayer prevent

Cecilia Havergal

My King and Master.

Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be, Spent in blessed service only until Thee Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know 'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below.

Let me serve Thee humbly, Thine be all the praise, 'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays; Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.

Let me serve Thee ever, from morning until eve, My earliest and my latest breath, my King, Thou shall receive. And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won Grant that I too, dear Master, may hear Thy sweet "Well done!"

Cevilia Havergal

Under His Shadow

"Under His shadow," with Christ alone Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone, Treasures unfolding, riches of grace Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace.

"Under His shadow," a near page of life. Opens before me, apart from the strife Oh! will Thou show me Master and King How I may glory unto Thee bring!

"Under His shadow" may life be passed Daily and hourly on till the last, Then no more shadows, all shall have fled When we awake like Jesus our Head.

M A Spiller

I sat down under His shadow with great delight.

Cant. II G

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