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Changed into His likeness

Hail, Thou once despised Jesus

Dear Lord, Thou art the Word of God

Lord, we come to Thee, and with liberty

From pray’r that asks that I may be

Take my life, and let it be (with chorus)

My God, my Portion, and my Love

Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus! Why Dost Thou Not Come?

Pure myrrh and cinnamon

Lord, day by day I view Thy wondrous Cross