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Thou didst give Thy - self for me, Now I give my - self to Thee.
2 Thou didst die that I might live;
Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing:
Blessed Lord, Thou cam'st to save me; Thou didst give Thyself for me,
All that love of God could give
3 By the thorns that crowned Thy brow, By the spear wound and the nailing, By the pain and death, I now
Now I give myself to Thee.
4 Wilt Thou own the gift I bring?
Of Thy matchless love forgive me:
Rev. John Brownlie, 1907: based on the Greek
2 When the weary ones we love
3 Clouds and conflicts round us press:
331 (SCHUMANN) S. M.
Around Thy table, Lord;
2 Here have we seen Thy face,
All that tells the world is loss, Death and darkness, and the tomb, Only whisper "Till He come."
4 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.
Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth, 1862
3 The purchase of Thy blood,
4 In self-forgetting love
Be our communion shown,
Rev. Aaron R. Wolfe, 1858
2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
3 This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the heavenly table spread for me:
4 I have no help but Thine, nor do I need
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
5 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1855