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GLORIES OF CHRIST.
But none of those shall ever die,
Who in his army fight.
9 Here, Lord, behold I set my name
A soldier I would be;
Thy gracious promises I claim
And give myself to thee.
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Christ is ours, and ive are his.
1 ^FHE name of Christ, how sweet it sounds !
1 How sweet the mention of his wounds,1
How good, how excellently good,
Is the dear name of Jesus’ blood !
2 What makes it so to me is this :
All that is Christ’s my portion is ;
I’m his, and all I e’er shall be,
And all he has he gives to me.
3 O what a great estate have I!
A heaven to all eternity!
I’m rich, my Lord hath made me so,
Nor would I greater riches know.
4 What did my Saviour at his death,
To me, unworthy me, bequeath?
All that he had—his merit, blood,
He left me when he went to God.
5 His new eternal testament
I read, and much sweet time is spent
In searching every verse and line ;
How much my Jesus’ will is mine I
R My dearest Lord I’ll ever bless,
For his most glorious righteousness;
I’ll sing how black, how vile I am,
How fair and comely is the Lamb.
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