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Take the things I once called
treasures;
Take my castles in the sand.
Take my shallow store of
knowledge
and the future I once planned.
Take all vain accumulations,
All awards and claims to fame;
Take my hard-earned reputation,
Trade it all for His dear name.
Give me Jesus, only Jesus;
My heart can't resist His
call.
For the joy of His sweet sorrow,
at His feet I lay it all.
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Take the friends that I once
courted,
what I hoped they'd think of
me -
Please restore your wealth I
squandered,
chasing phantoms foolishly.
Give me Jesus, only Jesus;
My heart can't resist His
call.
For the joy of His sweet sorrow,
at His feet I lay it all.
Give me Jesus, only Jesus;
My heart can't resist His
call.
For the joy of His sweet sorrow,
at His feet I lay it all.
At His feet I lay it all.
At His feet I lay it all.
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