957 "This child we dedicate." THIS child we dedicate to thee, O God of grace and purity!
Shield it from sin and threatening wrong,
And let thy love its life prolong.
2 Oh, may thy Spirit gently draw
Its willing soulsto keep thy law;
May virtue, piety, and truth,
Dawn even with its dawning youth.
3 We too, before thy gracious sight,
Once shared the blest baptismal rite,
And would renew its solemn vow
With love, and thanks, and praises, now.
4 Grant that, with true and faithful heart,
We still may act the Christian's part,
Cheered by each promise thou hast given,
And laboring for the prize in heaven.
DEAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray
From thy secure enclosure's bound,
And, lured by worldly joys away,
Among the thoughtless crowd be found;—
2 Remember still that they are thine,
That thy dear sacred name they bear;
Think that the seal of love divine,
The sign of covenant grace they wear.
3 In all their erring, sinful years,
Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be;
Remember all the prayers and tears
Which made them consecrate to thee.
4 And when these lips no more can pray,
These eyes can weep for them no more,
Turn thou their feet from folly's way;
The wanderers to thy fold restore.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side that flowed,
Be of sin the perfect cure;
Save me, Lord! and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee.
3 Prince of Life! to thee I cry:
By thy glorious majesty,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,
Lord, thy presence let me see,
Manifest thyself to me.
4 Lord of glory, God most high, Man exalted to the sky!
With thy love my bosom fill, Prompt me to perform thy will; Then thy glory I shall see,
Thou wilt bring me home to thee.
"TILL He come: oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the little while between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that-"Till he come."
2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush, be every murmur dumb;
It is only "Till he come."
3 See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine, and break the bread;
Sweet memorials, -till the Lord
Call us round his heavenly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only-"Till he come."
962 "Wash me, Saviour."
Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side that flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
a Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill the law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Vile, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee.
JESUS calls us, o'er the tumult
Of our life's wild, restless sea; Day by day his sweet voice soundeth, Saying, Christian, follow me!
2 Jesus calls us-from the worship
Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would keep us,Saying, Christian, love me more!
3 In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still he calls, in cares and pleasures,-
Christian, love me more than these!
4 Jesus calls us! by thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear thy call;
Give our hearts to thy obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all!
"Take my heart." TAKE my heart, O Father! take it;
Make and keep it all thine own; Let thy Spirit melt and break it
This proud heart of sin and stone. 2 Father, make me pure and lowly, Fond of peace and far from strife; Turning from the paths unholy Of this vain and sinful life.
3 Ever let thy grace surround me,
Strengthen me with power divine,
Till thy cords of love have bound me:
Make me to be wholly thine.
5 May the blood of Jesus heal me,
And my sins be all forgiven;
Holy Spirit, take and seal me,
Guide me in the path to heaven.
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