| A hymn written by J. Tritton | |
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(1) Head of the Church and Lord of all,Hear from the throne our suppliant call, We come the promised grace to seek, Of which aforetime thou didst speak. |
(2) “Lo, I am with you” – that sweet word,Lord Jesus, meekly be it heard, And stamped with all-inspiring power On our weak souls this favoured hour. |
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(3) Without Thy presence, King of saints,Our purpose fails, our spirit faints, Thou must our wavering faith renew, Ere we can yield Thee service true. |
(4) Thy consecrating might we ask –Or vain the toil, unblessed the task, And impotent of fruit will be Love's holiest effort wrought for Thee. |
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(5) “Lo, I am with you” – even so,Thy joy our strength we fearless go, And praise shall crown the suppliant's call, Head of the Church and Lord of all! |
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