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Lord, without tarrying, now! I yield Thee my place, which is thine. Appoint me to lie on the chariot floor; Yea, appoint me to lie at thy feet, and no more, While the glad axles shine, And the happy wheels run on their course to the heavenly door,-- Now thou hast my place, which is thine. --Amos R. Wells. WHOLLY THE LORD'S My whole though broken heart, O Lord, From henceforth shall be thine; And here I do my vow record-- This hand, these words are mine: All that I have, without reserve, I offer here to thee: Thy will and honor all shall serve That thou bestow'st on me. All that exceptions save I lose; All that I lose I save; The treasures of thy love I choose, And Thou art all I crave. My God, thou hast my heart and hand; I all to thee resign; I'll ever to this covenant stand, Though flesh hereat repine. I know that Thou wast willing first, And then drew my consent; Having thus loved me at the worst Thou wilt not now repent. Now I have quit all self-pretense, Take charge of what's thine own: My life, my health, and my defense, Now lie on thee alone. --Richard Baxter. THE LAST WISH To do or not to do; to have Or not to have, I leave to thee; To be or not to be I leave; Thy only will be done in me. All my requests are lost in one: Father, thy only will be done. Suffice that, for the season past, Myself in things divine I sought, For comforts cried with eager haste, And murmured that I found them not. I leave it now to Thee alone: Father, thy only will be done. Thy gifts I clamor for no more, Or selfishly thy grace require An evil heart to varnish o'er; Jesus, the Giver, I desire, After the flesh no longer known: Father, thy only will be done. Welcome alike the crown or cross; Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace, Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss, Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease, Nor life, nor death, but ever groan, Father, thy only will be done. --Charles Wesley. MORNING HYMN O God! I thank thee for each sight Of beauty that thy hand doth give; For sunny skies and air and light; O God, I thank thee that I live! That life I consecrate to Thee; And
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