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The race before us we can run

Come into my heart, O Lord Jesus

God gave His Son to man to be

What a blessed fact! What a tiding glad

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Be all at rest, my soul! Oh! blessed secret

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms

An uplifted gospel have we

Not a sound invades the stillness

A gospel priest of the New Testament