God has His best things for the few
That dare to stand the test;
God has His second choice for those
Who will not have His best.

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Give me, O Lord, Thy best things,
Let others take the rest;
I do not want their good things,
For I have got the best.

It is not always open ill
That risks the promised rest;
The better often is the foe
That keeps us from the best.

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There’s scarcely one but vaguely wants
In some way to be blest;
’Tis not Thy blessing, Lord, I seek,
I want Thy very best.

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And others make the highest choice,
But when by trials pressed,
They shrink, they yield, they shun the Cross,
And so they lose the best.

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I want, in this short life of mine,
As much as can be pressed,
Of service true for God and man;
Help me to be my best.

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I want, among the victor throng,
To have my name confessed;
And hear my Mas­ter say at last,
Well done, you did your best.

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