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by Ronald Ferguson © 2020

Hold me, precious Jesus; hold me ever tight.
I need Your guidance in all of this world's night.
The way is set with snares and traps; sharpened teeth
That snap and tear; dear Lord, gird me underneath,
That I am not caught out or mangled at all,
But guided in my ways by Your loving call.
God's immense power supersedes man's sly schemes,
And He holds in His hand, the ones He redeems.

The world conforms each undiscerning person
In one gigantic program that will worsen.
Be not conformed to this present wicked age;
To godlessness, against which Christians engage
In mortal battle for the soul, for the Lord
Is the Commander with His conquering sword.
You who read, renew your mind and be transformed,
But to this sinful world, never be conformed.

Like the shroud of an early evening darkness,
Settles Satan's gloom with a heavy coldness.
Conformity marches on unabated,
And leaves behind freedom, contaminated.
Stand true for the Lord and do not compromise.
Do not succumb to conformity's vile lies.
Lying wonders through the world now are found.
As you are strong in Christ, so then hold your ground.

Metre = 11 throughout AA BB etc.

Rom. 12:1 I urge you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice acceptable to God which is your spiritual service of worship,
Rom. 12:2 and do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.

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