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"EPHPHATHA"
To my heart those blessèd words,
Lord, I pray that thou shouldst speak,
That thy kingdom evermore
I may first and alway seek.

To my mind, again, dear Lord,
Speak those wondrous words, I pray;
Give me grace to understand,
Wisdom ere to guide my way.

To my soul those loving words
Rapture evermore shall bring;
All my life and being thine!
Enter thou, my God! my King!

At the threshold speak them, Lord,
Fling the heavenly portals wide;
Heart and mind, my soul, my all.
Shall with thee be glorified.


SERVICE
I need not wait some mighty deed
In praise of God, for men, to do.
For here, to-day, there is enough
By which to prove my love is true

I need not search the way to find
That to self-sacrifice doth lead,
Each thought of daily life may be
For others who my help shall need.

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