Lord over all, sent to fulfil
Thy gracious Father's sovereign will,
To Thy dread sceptre will I bow:
With duteous reverence at Thy feet,
Like humble Mary, lo, I sit :
Speak, Lord, thy servant heareth now.
Renew Thine image, Lord, in me,
Lowly and gentle may I be;
No charms but these to Thee are dear:
No anger mayst Thou ever find,
No pride in my unruffled mind,
But faith and heaven-born peace be there.
A patient, a victorious mind
That, life and all things cast behind,
Springs forth obedient to Thy call:
An heart, that no desire can move,
But still t'adore, believe, and love,
Give me, my Lord, my life, my All.
MADE NIGH, BY THE BLOOD OF CHRIST."
I THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood,
To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee!
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
How blest are they, who still abide
Close shelter'd in Thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from Thee derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live!
What are our works but sin and death,
'Till Thou Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe!
Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move-
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!
How can it be, Thou heavenly King, That Thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of Thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown?
Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside
"My Lord, my love is crucified!”
Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders Thou hast wrought! Unloose our stammering tongue, to tell Thy love, immense, unsearchable!
First-born of many brethren Thou!
To Thee, lo! all our souls we bow,
To Thee our hearts and hands we give :
Thine may we die, Thine may we live.
HE HATH COVERED ME WITH THE ROBE OF
JESU, Thy blood and righteousness,
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
Bold shall I stand in that great day;
For who aught to my charge shall lay ?
Fully thro' these absolv'd I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which at the mercy-seat of God
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, ev'n for my soul was shed.
When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev'n then this shall be all my plea,
"Jesus hath liv'd, hath died for me."
Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all heaven's armies, bought with blood, Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.
Naked from Satan did I flee
To Thee, my Lord, and put on Thee: And thus adorned, I wait the word "He comes: Arise, and meet thy Lord."
This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years:
No age can change its constant hue;
Thy blood preserves it ever new.
Jesu, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me, and all Thine hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.
Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world Thy mercy prove :
Now let Thy word o'er all prevail :
Now take the spoils of death and hell.
O let the dead now hear Thy voice,
Now bid Thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesu, Thy blood and righteousness!
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