  “Give God the glory,” ’tis thus speaks my soul, “Take thou my life, Lord, in sweetest control; When blinding storms of sorrow assail me, Oh, thou! who didst walk on blue Galilee, Beneath thy rich mantle sheltered I’d be. Dub thou me knight, Lord, our most holy King, While rend’ring thee service, trophies I’d bring, If mid life’s fray thou wouldst call me today, Oh, Christ! who canst raise the fallen, lift me, To bask in thy presence eternally. Truth as the emblem, ’tis right royally, Under her flag, firm, united we’d be, Dark powers of might at thy Word prostrate lie, While blazoned with love our banner waves high, In homage to him who reigneth—the King. |
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