Desti-tute, de-spised, for- sak-en, Thou from hence my all shalt be:

Yet how rich is my con-di-tion! God and heav'n are still my own. A-men.

And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His Name? A- men.

Je-sus calls us; o'er the tu- mult Of our life's wild, rest-less sea,

Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Say-ing, "Christian, fol-low me:" A- men.

(72) Take my heart, O Fa-ther! take it; Make and keep it all Thine own

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Let Thy Spir-it melt and break it, This proud heart of sin and stone. A-men.