1 Oh, Master, blessèd Master
Thy love hath set me free;
A song of glad thanksgiving
I offer now to Thee:
Thy precious blood hath washed me
From every stain of sin;
Oh, may Thy grace preserve me,
And keep me pure within.
2 I know the old temptations
Will often yet arise;
Yet I shall be victorious—
God’s power within me lies:
He bids me trust Him wholly,
And He for me will fight;
And Satan, with His armies,
Is ever put to flight.
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First Line: | Oh, Master, blessèd Master |
Title: | Oh, Master, Blessed Master! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1902 |