Take me, take me hence with Thee,
Or abide, Lord, still with me;
Let Thy love and gifts be left,
That I be not all bereft.
2 Leave Thy heart still inly near me,
Take mine hence where Thou art gone; Open heav'n to me, and hear me,
When to Thee I cry alone;
When I cannot pray, O plead
With Thy Father in my stead;
Seated now at God's right hand,
Help us here, Thy faithful band.
3 Worldly joys I cast behind me,
Let me choose the better part,
And though mortal chains yet bind me, .
Heav'nward tend my thoughts and heart;
That my time through faith may be
Ordered for eternity;
Till we rise, all perils o'er,
Whither Thou hast gone before.
4 Then return, the promise keeping
That was made to us of old;
Raise the members that are sleeping,
Gnaw'd of death, beneath the mould;
Judge the evil world that deems
Thy sure words but empty dreams;
And for all our sorrows past
Let us know Thy joy at last.
TH' atoning work is done,
The Victim's blood is shed,
And Jesus now is gone
His people's cause to plead :
He stands in heav'n their great High Priest,
And bears their names upon His breast.
2 No temple made with hands
His place of service is;
In heav'n itself He stands,
A heavenly priesthood His:
In Him the shadows of the Law
Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.
3 And though awhile He be
Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see
Their great High Priest again:
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home.
HE Head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heav'n affords
Is His by sov'reign right:
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And heav'n's eternal Light.
3 The Joy of all who dwell above,
The Joy of all below,
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His Name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace is giv'n;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy, the joy of heav'n.
5 His cross to us is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
THE Lord of life, with glory crowned,
On heaven's exalted throne,
Forgets not those for whom on earth
He heaved His dying groan.
2 His greatness now no tongue of man
Or seraph bright can tell;
Yet still the chief of all His joys,
That souls are saved from hell.
3 For this He taught, and toiled, and bled;
For this His life was giv'n;
For this He fought, and vanquished death;
For this He reigns in heav'n.
4 Join, all ye saints beneath the sky,
Your grateful praise to give;
Sing loud hosannas to His name,
With whom ye too shall live.
OME, Holy Ghost, Lord God, and fill
With Thy rich grace heart, mind, and will,
And each believing soul inspire
With Thine own pure and holy fire.
Lord, by the brightness of Thy light,
Thou in the faith dost men unite
Of ev'ry land and ev'ry tongue:
This to Thy praise, O Lord, be sung.
Hallelujah
2 Thou holy Light and Guide divine,
O cause the Word of life to shine;
Teach us to know our God aright,
And call Him Father with delight.
Keep us, O Lord, from all strange lore,
That we may seek no master more,
But with true faith in Christ abide,
And heartily in Him confide.
3 Sweet Source of comfort, Holy Love,
Send us Thy succor from above,
That in Thy service we may stay,
And troubles drive us not away.
Lord with Thy grace our souls refresh,
Confirm our frail and feeble flesh,
That we through life and death to Thee
May press with Christian chivalry.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
COME, O come, Thou quick’ning Spirit,
God from all eternity'
Let us Thy blest grace inherit,
And our souls be filled by Thee;
Then will spirit, life, and light
Dissipate our inner night.
2 Grant our heart in heavenly measure
Wisdom, counsel, purity,
That we never may take pleasure
In aught but what pleases Thee;
In Thy knowledge make us whole,
And from error free the soul.
3 Let us trust Thy witness wholly,
That we are the sons of God,
Who rely upon Him solely,
When they pass beneath the rod;
For the Father's chastenings
Bless above all earthly things.
4 Prompt us, that we come before Him
Joyously with hope in view,
Sigh in us, when we implore Him,
And e'er plead for us anew;
Then our prayer will not be vain,
And our faith new strength will gain.
5 Should our soul for comfort languish,
And despondency grow strong,
That the heart must cry in anguish:
"Oh, my God, my God, how long!"
Soothe Thou then the aching breast,
Grant us patience, strength, and rest.
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