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| 1 O God, would I might bring to Thee Of ripened grain an autumn yield; But midst my harvest sheaves I see The places waste within my field. 2 I take Thy promise to my heart: Thy places waste will I restore. Never shall hope or joy depart If love so triumph evermore. 3 My waste of time—Immortal One, Alone eternity may take And bind my losses to Thy throne, To make them gains for love’s dear sake. 4 My waste of power—Thy wisdom, Lord, Will show me things worth while at length; Then I will battle in accord With love’s enfolding arm of strength. 5 The waste that sin has wrought in me, Beneath Thy cross is all restored; My time, my power, my heart to Thee, My life renewed I give, Thee, Lord. | The Cyber Hymnal #15021 |
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