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LORD, HERE AM I

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 21, 1861

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 18, No. 1.

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"LORD, HERE AM I."

STILL as of old thy precious word Is by the nations dimly heard; The hearts its holiness hath stirred Are weak and few. Wise men the secret dare not tell; Still, in thy temple slumbers well Good Eli. Oh! like Samuel, Lord, here am I!
Few years, no wisdom, no renown, Only my life can I lay down; Only my heart, Lord, to thy throne I bring, and pray A child of thine I may go forth, And spread glad tidings through the earth, And teach sad hearts to know thy worth. Lord, here am I!
"Young lips may teach the wise," Christ said; Weak feet sad wanderers home have led; Small hands have cheered the sick one's bed With freshest flowers. O teach me, Father! heed their sighs, While many a soul in darkness lies, And waits thy message; make me wise— Lord, here am I!
And make me strong, that staff, and stay, And guide, and guardian of the way, To theeward I may bear each day Some fainting soul, Speak, for I hear; make pure in heart Thy face to see; thy truth impart, In hut and hall, in church and mart— Lord, here am I!
I ask no heaven till earth be thine, Nor glory-crown, while work of mine Remaineth here; when earth shall shine Among the stars, Her sins wiped out, her captives free, Her voice a music unto thee, For crown, new work give thou to me— Lord, here am I!