| Dear Lord and Master mine,Thy happy servant see;
 My Conqueror, with what joy divine
 Thy captive clings to Thee!
 I love Thy yoke to wear,To feel Thy gracious bands;
 Sweetly restrained by Thy care
 And happy in Thy hands.
 No bar would I remove,No bond would I unbind;
 Within the limits of Thy love
 Full liberty I find.
 I would not walk alone,But still with Thee, my God;
 At every step my blindness own,
 And ask of Thee the road.
 The weakness I enjoyThat casts me on Thy breast;
 The conflicts that Thy strength employ
 Make me divinely blest.
 Dear Lord and Master mine,Still keep Thy servant true;
 My Guardian and my Guide divine
 Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through.
 My Conqueror and my King,Still keep me in Thy train;
 And with Thee Thy glad captive bring
 When Thou return’st to reign.
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