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My Lord, you wore no royal crown

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My Lord, you wore no royal crown;

You did not wield the powers of state,

Nor did you need a scholar's gown

or priestly robe, to make you great.



You never used a killer's sword

To end an unjust tyranny;

Your only weapon was your word,

For truth alone could set us free.



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You did not live a world away,

in hermit's cell or desert cave,

But felt our pain, and shared each day

With those you came to seek and save.



You made no mean or cunning move,

Chose no unworthy compromise,

But carved a track of burning love

Through tangles of deceit and lies.



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You came unequalled, undeserved

To be what we were meant to be;

To serve, instead of being served -

A light for all the world to see.



So when I stumble, set me right;

Command my life as you require;

Let all your gifts be my delight,

And you, my Lord, my one desire.

(repeat)

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