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<h2>O LORD AND MASTER OF US ALL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Ye call Me Master and Lord: and ye say well; for so I am.” John 13:13</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><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_h_whittier_jg.html" target="_blank">John Greenleaf Whittier</a>, 1866.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Anne,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_croft_w.html" target="_blank">William Croft</a>, 1708 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stanne.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>O Lord and Master of us all,<br>
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Whate’er our name or sign,<br>
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We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,<br>
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We test our lives by Thine.</p>
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<p>Thou judgest us; Thy purity<br>
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Doth all our lusts condemn;<br>
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The love that draws us nearer Thee<br>
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Is hot with wrath to them.</p>
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<p>Our thoughts lie open to Thy sight<br>
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And naked to Thy glance<br>
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Our secret sins are in the light<br>
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Of Thy pure countenance.</p>
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<p>Yet weak and blinded though we be,<br>
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Thou dost our service own;<br>
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We bring our varying gifts to Thee,<br>
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And Thou rejectest none.</p>
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<p>To Thee our full humanity,<br>
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Its joys and pains belong;<br>
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The wrong of man to man on Thee<br>
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Inflicts a deeper wrong.</p>
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<p>Who hates, hates Thee; who loves, becomes<br>
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Therein to Thee allied:<br>
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All sweet accords of hearts and homes<br>
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In Thee are multiplied.</p>
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<p>Apart from Thee all gain is loss,<br>
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All labor vainly done;<br>
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The solemn shadow of the cross<br>
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Is better than the sun.</p>
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<p>We faintly hear, we dimly see,<br>
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In differing phrase we pray;<br>
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But dim or clear, we own in Thee<br>
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The Light, the Truth, the Way.</p>
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