be my help O'Lord, and i will do it

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BE MY HELP O'LORD, AND I WILL DO IT

IT IS MY LIFE AND SOUL, AND I WILL BOW DOWN.

ELSE, I WILL AGAIN AND AGAIN SUBJECT TO MORTIFICATION THIS BODY OF DEATH.

I WILL SCOURGE MY WAYWARD SOUL;

IT AND ITS ASSAILERS, ALL ITS WICKED LOVERS, WILL I LAID LOW:

THE WORLD, THIS FLESH OF LUST AND THE PASSION THEREOF, ALL ITS VANITY.

HENCE, THE VAIN COVETOUSNESS OF IDOLARY WILL I PUT AWAY.

BY THE POWER AND STRENGTH OF GOD

WHO MADE ME, AND WHOSE SPIRIT LIVES IN ME WILL I DO IT.

“AWAY FROM ME ALL YOU WORKERS OF INIQUITY,”

SAYS MY VOICE; “NEITHER IS MY HEART FAR FROM ME:

I HAVE NOT HIDDEN THE VOICE OF THE LORD.”

I HAVE TASTED THE BITTER CUP OF GALL FROM THE LORD,

DRANK IT TO ITS AWFUL DREGS.

I HAVE FELT THE PIERCING ARROWS OF THE ALMIGHTY,

PAINSTAKING TO MY SLUTTISH HEART.

I HAVE KNOWN THE FIERCE WRATH OF TERROR FROM GOD,

PERCEIVED HIS RIGHTEOUS ENMITY AGAINST ME.

BY GRACE, IN TRUTH, WITH LOVE:

BY GRACE DID THE LORD PURCHASE MY LIFE

FROM DEATH; TRULY?

IN TRUTH DID GOD'S JUDGMENT COME UPON ME;

LOVINGLY?

WITH LOVE DID THE ALMIGHTY FORM ME,

TO BE IN HIS IMAGE; GRACIOUSLY?

YES!

AND FOREVERMORE, SO WILL THE LORD BE BY MY SIDE;

THUS AT HIS RIGHTHAND WILL I STAND AND NEVER FALL

IT IS MY LIFE AND SOUL, AND I WILL BOW DOWN.

ELSE, I WILL AGAIN AND AGAIN SUBJECT TO MORTIFICATION THIS BODY OF DEATH.

I WILL SCOURGE MY WAYWARD SOUL;

IT AND ITS ASSAILERS, ALL ITS WICKED LOVERS, WILL I LAID LOW:

THE WORLD, THIS FLESH OF LUST AND THE PASSION THEREOF, ALL ITS VANITY.

HENCE, THE VAIN COVETOUSNESS OF IDOLARY WILL I PUT AWAY.

BY THE POWER AND STRENGTH OF GOD

WHO MADE ME, AND WHOSE SPIRIT LIVES IN ME WILL I DO IT.

“AWAY FROM ME ALL YOU WORKERS OF INIQUITY,”

SAYS MY VOICE; “NEITHER IS MY HEART FAR FROM ME:

I HAVE NOT HIDDEN THE VOICE OF THE LORD.”