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WASHING THE SAINTS' FEET.
Deny myself and all my pride,
And wash thy weakest servant’s feet.
2 Give me thy Spirit, O my God,
Then shall I in thy footsteps trace,
And show to all who read thy word,
That I’m indeed renewed by grace.
3 Give me thy Spirit, O my God,
Then through my few remaining days
I’ll yield obedience to thy word,
And as I go, I’ll sing thy praise.
2«O C. M.
Washing the saints’ feet.
1 TESUS, by heavenly hosts adored,
The church’s glorious Head,
With humble joy I call thee Lord,
And in thy footsteps tread.
2 Emptied of all thy greatness here,
While in the body seen,
Thou wouldst the least of all appear
And minister to men.
3 A servant to thy servants thou,
In thy debas’d estate ;
How meekly did thy goodness bow
To wash thy followers’ feet.
4 I come, O God, to do thy will,
With Jesus in my view ;
A servant to thy servants still,
My pattern I pursue.
5 The loving labor I repeat,
Obedient to his word,
And wash his dear disciples’ feet
And wait upon the Lord.
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