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| O BLESSED Jesus! when I see Thee bending, | |
| Girt as a servant, at Thy servants’ feet, | |
| Love, lowliness, and might, in zeal all blending, | |
| To wash their dust away, and make them meet | |
| To share Thy feast. I know not to adore, | 5 |
| Whether thy humbleness or glory more. | |
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| Conscious Thou art of that dread hour impending, | |
| When Thou must hang in anguish on the tree; | |
| Yet, as from the beginning to the ending | |
| Of Thy sad life, Thine own are dear to Thee,— | 10 |
| And Thou wilt prove to them, ere Thou dost part | |
| The untold love which fills Thy faithful heart. | |
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| The day, too, is at hand, when far ascending, | |
| Thy human brow the crown of God shall wear, | |
| Ten thousand saints and radiant ones attending, | 15 |
| To do Thy will and bow in homage there; | |
| But Thou dost pledge, to guard Thy church from ill, | |
| Or bless with good, Thyself a servant still. | |
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| Meek Jesus! to my soul, Thy spirit lending, | |
| Teach me to live, like Thee, in lowly love; | 20 |
| With humblest service all Thy saints befriending, | |
| Until I serve before Thy throne above— | |
| Yes! serving e’en my foes, for Thou didst seek | |
| The feet of Judas in Thy service meek. | |
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| Daily my pilgrim feet, as homeward wending | 25 |
| My weary way, are sadly stained with sin; | |
| Daily do Thou, Thy precious grace expending, | |
| Wash me all clean without and clean within, | |
| And make me fit to have a part with Thee | |
| And Thine, at last, in Heaven’s festivity. | 30 |
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| O blessed name of Servant! comprehending | |
| Man’s highest honour in his humblest name; | |
| For Thou, God’s Christ, that office recommending, | |
| The throne of mighty power didst truly claim; | |
| He who would rise like Thee, like Thee must owe | 35 |
| His glory only to His stooping low. | |
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