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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>MY LORD, MY MASTER, AT THY FEET ADORING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“There stood by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene.” John 19:25</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_y_dykes_jb.jpg" alt="John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_bridaine_j.html" target="_blank">Jacques Bridaine</a> (1701-1767); translated to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_o_pollock_tb.html" target="_blank">Thomas Benson Pollock</a>, 1887.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Strength and Stay,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1875 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_strength.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>My Lord, my Master, at Thy feet adoring,<br>
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I see Thee bowed beneath Thy load of woe;<br>
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For me, a sinner, is Thy life blood pouring;<br>
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For Thee, my Savior, scarce my tears will flow.</p>
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<p>Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold Thee,<br>
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With friendship’s kiss and loyal word he came;<br>
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How oft of faithful love my lips have told Thee,<br>
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While Thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame.</p>
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<p>With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness,<br>
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With blows and outrage adding pain to pain;<br>
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Thou art unmoved and steadfast in Thy meekness;<br>
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When I am wronged how quickly I complain!</p>
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<p>My Lord, my Savior, when I see Thee wearing<br>
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Upon Thy bleeding brow the crown of thorn,<br>
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Shall I for pleasure live, or shrink from bearing<br>
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Whate’er my lot may be of pain or scorn?</p>
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<p>O Victim of Thy love, O pangs most healing,<br>
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O saving death, O wounds that I adore,<br>
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O shame most glorious! Christ, before Thee kneeling,<br>
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I pray Thee keep me Thine for evermore.</p>
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