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                                        Savior, select my pathway; Choose it, dear Lord, for me. I have no other longing, Only Thy will I’d seek. You have ordained my pathway, However hard it be; Lord, for Your heart’s good pleasure, I’d follow willingly.  | 
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| Please now uphold my hand, Lord— You know my weaknesses; Else can I only sorrow, Uncertain how to live. If You’ll uphold my hand, Lord, Whatever path You chart, Whatever way or time, Lord, ’Tis sweetest to my heart.  | 
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                                        Whether ’tis smooth or rugged, If it is but Your choice, It has my full consent, Lord; None other will suffice. I could not dare to choose, Lord, Though You would give me rein; Lord, do select my pathway— Your wish is my command.  | 
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                                        My time is in Your hands, Lord, No matter fast or slow. I don’t have any preference; Schedule me as You will. If You would teach me patience, Daily or year by year, I wouldn’t wish Your hinderance Swiftly to disappear.  | 
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                                        Here is my life’s remainder— Do with it as You please; Though there be joy or anguish, I’d let You reign in me. Every distress is precious When I can see Your face; Every delight is loathsome If it’s without Your grace.  | 
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                                        Lord, do select my pathway, Though I be hale or ill, Whether through tears or laughter, Slander or fame Your will. Work of whatever size, Lord— I would let You decide; This only would I prize, Lord: That You be glorified.  | 
2024年1月21日 星期日
Savior, select my pathway
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