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I prostrate, Lord, before Thee

How beauteous were the marks divine

Praise Father, whence all blessings spring

Will your anchor hold in the storms of life

How we love the glorious name

Gracious Lord, Thy name I AM is

Ere from our gathering we’re dismissed, dear Lord

Revive Thy work, dear Lord

All the meetings Christ appointed

God holds the key of all unknown