4 Here at that cross where flows the blood That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee, my new Master now I call, And consecrate to Thee my all.
I MUST Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me.
2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went sorrowing here! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear.
3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me.
4 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' piercèd feet,
Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, And His dear name repeat.
I O LORD, Thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart; Henceforth my chief desire shall be, To dedicate myself to Thee.
2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy ; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on Thee. 3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And, wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.
4 Renouncing every worldly thing, And safe beneath Thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in Thee.
JEAN FREDERICK OBERLIN, trans. by MRS. D. WILSON.
I SAVIOUR, Thy dying love Thou gavest me;
Nor should I aught withhold, Dear Lord, from Thee: In love my soul would bow, My heart fulfil its vow, Some offering bring Thee now, Something for Thee.
2 O'er the blest mercy-seat, Pleading for me,
My feeble faith looks up, Jesus to Thee:
Help me the cross to bear, Thy wondrous love declare, Some song to raise, or prayer, Something for Thee.
3 Give me a faithful heart— Likeness to Thee, That each departing day Henceforth may see
Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done, Some wanderer sought and won, Something for Thee.
I So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God, When His salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Ambition, envy, lust, and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love, Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on His word.
I TAKE my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee! Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 2 Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love; Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only, for my King; Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. 4 Take my silver and my gold, Not a mite would I withhold: Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
5 Take my will, and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne. 6 Take my love, my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasured store; Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee.
I YE glittering toys of earth, adieu; A nobler choice be mine; A heavenly prize attracts my view, A treasure all divine.
2 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,— O name divinely sweet!— Jesus, in Thee, in Thee alone, True wealth and honour meet.
3 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of this dear gift possessed, I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, And be for ever blest.
4 Dear portion of my soul's desires, Thy love is bliss divine;
Accept the wish that love inspires, And let me call Thee mine.
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: RESIGNATION.
I CAST thy burden on the Lord, Only lean upon His word;
Thou wilt soon have cause to bless His unchanging faithfulness.
2 He sustains thee by His hand, He enables thee to stand;
Those, whom Jesus once hath loved, From His grace are never moved. 3 Heaven and earth may pass away, God's free grace shall not decay; He hath promised to fulfil All the pleasure of His will. 4 Jesus! guardian of thy flock, Be Thyself our constant rock; Make us, by Thy powerful hand, Firm as Zion's mountain stand.
I FATHER, I know that all life
And changes that are sure to come,
I do not fear to see;
But ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee.
2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And wipe the weeping eyes; A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathise.
3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
4 In service which Thy will appoints, There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart was taught the "truth," That makes Thy children "free;"
A life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.
I How tender is Thy hand, O Thou beloved Lord!
Afflictions come at Thy command, And leave us at Thy word.
2 How gentle was the rod
That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been !
3 A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's heart we knew ; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found His word was true.
4 We told Him all our grief,
We thought of Jesus' love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove.
5 Now we will bless the Lord,
And in His strength confide; For ever be His name adored; For there is none beside.
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