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FELLOWSHIP.
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And sin-forged fetters from the dead unbind:
          I ask to be
More like Thyself, Lord Jesus; more like Thee!

Grant me a ministry that Thou shalt bless;
Give me Thy comfort for the comfortless,
And self-forgetful in each heart's distress.
          Oh, grant to me
More of Thyself, Lord Jesus; more of Thee!

Give me a baptism of glowing love,
Thy power and presence whereso'er I rove:
And my last prayer, all other prayers above—
          Oh, give to me
More of Thyself, Lord Jesus; more of Thee!

FELLOWSHIP.

"Call unto Me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not."—Jer. xxxiii. 3.
"I beseech Thee, show me Thy glory." . . . . "Behold, there is a place by Me, and thou shalt stand upon a rock: and it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a clift of the rock, and will cover thee with My hand."—Exodus xxxiii. 18, 21, 22.

My soul is dark and dumb! Why is it, Lord?
Oh, when wilt Thou arise!
And, with the hand my many sins have pierced,
Anoint my longing eyes?