61. ALL DEVOTED TO ONE
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Author: Albert Knapp, 1822 (1798-1864)
Composer: Robert Alan Hoerr, 1995 (1956-)
Author: Albert Knapp, 1822 (1798-1864)
Composer: Robert Alan Hoerr, 1995 (1956-)
1. One there is to whom we’re cleaving;
Who for us bitter death receiving,
Has purchased us with His own blood.
Now our body, heart, affection
Are Thine, O man of great affliction,
And in Thy love repose is good.
Accept us as Thine own.
Prepare for Thy renown
All Thy children. O do not hide
Thy graceful light
Which shines from Thy sweet face so bright.
2. Not of us is Thy election;
Our number is Thy own selection
Through Thy eternal plan of grace.
All our strength is naught but weakness,
But he who comes to Thee in meekness
Shall help and strength from Thee embrace.
Let not our own will reign:
Our poverty is gain
For Thy kingdom; the poor and weak
Thy refuge seek
And bear reproach, contempt and shame.
3. Saviour, all Thy works so holy didst
Thou begin so meek and lowly,
And we are weak as Thou dost see.
But we know Thou wilt defend us;
The light of Thine eyes Thou wilt lend us;
Our trust in Thy great strength shall be.
The mustard seed so small
At length will grow withal
Great and mighty, since Thou, O Lord,
Its keeper art
To whom its care God doth impart.
Who for us bitter death receiving,
Has purchased us with His own blood.
Now our body, heart, affection
Are Thine, O man of great affliction,
And in Thy love repose is good.
Accept us as Thine own.
Prepare for Thy renown
All Thy children. O do not hide
Thy graceful light
Which shines from Thy sweet face so bright.
2. Not of us is Thy election;
Our number is Thy own selection
Through Thy eternal plan of grace.
All our strength is naught but weakness,
But he who comes to Thee in meekness
Shall help and strength from Thee embrace.
Let not our own will reign:
Our poverty is gain
For Thy kingdom; the poor and weak
Thy refuge seek
And bear reproach, contempt and shame.
3. Saviour, all Thy works so holy didst
Thou begin so meek and lowly,
And we are weak as Thou dost see.
But we know Thou wilt defend us;
The light of Thine eyes Thou wilt lend us;
Our trust in Thy great strength shall be.
The mustard seed so small
At length will grow withal
Great and mighty, since Thou, O Lord,
Its keeper art
To whom its care God doth impart.
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