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Jesus, Master, stop and listen, 



While I my decision make; 

 I will follow to Golgotha, 



Tho' my friends with fear do quake. 

 Fiery furnace, den of lions, 



Self-denial, yea, and scorn: 

 All of these my soul doth long for, 



Shore lines, hopes, and loves are torn. 



Jesus, Master, stop and listen, 



While I my decision make; 

 In my heart shall dwell no seed-sin, 



At the Fount my thirst I'll slake. 

 Death ma}' come, and dissolution, 



Satan ply his fiendish art; 

 Come, thou Lion, Prince of Judah, 



Cleanse, and keep my willing heart. 



