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| I love to read your precious Word |
| And bow to You in humble prayer, |
| Does this not make me worthy, Lord |
| Your promises in full to share? |
| But ere the question left my heart |
| I knew what His reply would be, |
| "It's not enough, O child of mine, |
| You must give all to follow me." |
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| I'm raising up my family, Lord |
| I'm teaching them to read and pray, |
| I cook and clean and iron and sew |
| And care for all their needs each day. |
| Are these things not important, Lord, |
| Sometimes a Mother's job is rough, |
| And then I heard Him sweetly say, |
| "I'm sorry, child, it's not enough." |
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| I'm working for the pastor, Lord |
| Not much - but what he asks me to, |
| If I can help in some small way |
| To ease his task, Lord, won't that do?" |
| "Your pastor puts in many hours |
| For you and others in his care, |
| It is your job to lend a hand |
| And help his heavy load to share." |
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| Then back I went to Him once more |
| I knew I'd found His will at last, |
| Lord, tell me now my life is full |
| I'm teacher of the Ladies' class. |
| His voice was tender as He spoke |
| His words I soon shall not forget, |
| He told me of His matchless love |
| And what it cost to pay my debt. |
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| I saw Him there upon the cross |
| I saw His life's blood ebb away |
| I heard Him say, "You see, my child, |
| I gave my life, my all that day. |
| The sacrifice I gave for you |
| Demanded all I had to give, |
| And now your all is just enough |
| If a successful Christian life you'll live." |
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| How many years I fought His will |
| I tried so many ways to please, |
| And then at last the answer came |
| And with it such a sweet release. |
| The joy that floods my soul today |
| Is almost more than I can bear, |
| King Jesus made my heart a throne |
| He reigns and rules my life from there. |
