1 Make up thy jewels, Lord, and shew,
The glorious spotless church below,
The fellowship of saints make known,
And oh my God, might I be one.
2 O might my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesus' witnesses.
O that my Lord would count me meet,
To wash his dear disciples feet.
3 To wait upon his saints below,
On gospel errands for them go,
Enjoy the grace to angels giv'n,
And serve the royal heirs of heav'n.
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First Line: | Make up thy jewels, Lord, and shew |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1825 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |