Oh tell me not of the glories of man.
Teach me not how to coerce My Lord to bend to my plan.
Tell me not of great earthly gain.
Speak to me of the great atonement,
brought about by Jesus' pain.
In the garden with so fervent prayer ,
that His forehead with blood was stained.
Knowing the Father's great cup of wrath he must take,
yet surrendering to the Father to the point of death for our salvation sake.
So soothe not mine itching ear with vain pleasant speeches of a life at ease.
Open the scriptures and show me my wrongs, for my Savior I yearn to please.
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