Thou didst give Thy - self for me, Now I give my - self to Thee. A-MEN. 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 |