With song and dance my praises make,
With harp and timbrel sing.
My Savior chose me for his own,
My Advocate, My King!
Though foreknowing all my faults,
My flaws and pride and sin,
He has promised to complete
The work begun within.
His glory, not my own, I wish
To be made manifest.
Conformed to Him, in Him abide,
His joy in every test.
So by His grace and strength I’ll run
In all that He commands.
That I may “faithful servant” hear,
When all my journeys end.
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