1 Blest Jesus while in mortal flesh I hold my frail abode Still would my spirit rest on Thee, My Savior and my God. 2 On Thy dear cross I fix my eyes, My trust on Thee complete, Till love dissolves my inmost soul At my Redeemer’s feet. 3 Be dead my heart, to worldly charms, Be dead to ev’ry sin; And tell the boldest foe without That Jesus reigns within.
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| First Line: | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| Publication Date: | 1960 |
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| Name: | SHARPSBURG |