5 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!"
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice!
For the love of God.
1 My God, I humbly call Thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have is lost in thine,
And all renew'd I am.
2 I hold Thee with a trembling hand,
But will not let Thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand,
And all thy goodness know.
3 Jesus! thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fix'd in God.
40 that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow!
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow!
5 0 that it now from heaven might fall,
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost! for Thee I call;
Spirit of burning, come!
6 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy light through every part,
And sanctify the whole!
7 No longer, then, my heart shall mourn, While, purified by grace,
I only for his glory burn,
And always see his face.
1 GIVE me the faith which can remove
And sink the mountain to a plain;
Give me the child-like praying love,
Which longs to build thy house again.
Thy love, let it my heart o'erpower,
And all my simple soul devour!
2 I would the precious time redeem,
And longer live for this alone;
To spend, and to be spent, for them
Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe, to breathe thy love.
3 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
Into thy blessed hands receive;
And let me live to preach thy word,
And let me to thy glory live;
My every sacred moment spend,
In publishing the sinner's Friend!
4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart,
With boundless charity divine!
So shall I all my strength exert,
And love them with a zeal like thine;
And lead them to thy open side,
The sheep for whom their Shepherd died.
For Christ's presence.
1 COME, Saviour Jesus, from above!
Assist me with thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for Thyself prepare the place.
20 let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free,
Which pants to have no other will,
But day and night to feast on Thee!
3 That path with humble speed I'll seek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak
Of any other love but thine.
4 Henceforth, may no profane delight
Divide this consecrated soul;
Possess it Thou, who hast the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.
5 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.
For the Redeemer's Return to his Church.
1 O SAVIOUR! is thy promise fled?
Nor longer may thy grace endure,
To heal the sick, and raise the dead,
And preach thy gospel to the poor?
2 Come, Jesus! come, return again,
With brighter beams thy servants bless,
Who long to hail thy perfect reign,
And share thy kingdom's happiness.
3 A feeble race, by passion driven,
In darkness and in doubt we roam,
And lift our anxious eyes to heaven,
Our hope, our harbour, and our home.
4 Come, Jesus! come; and as of yore,
Thy Prophet went to clear the way,
A harbinger thy feet before,
A dawning to thy brighter day ;-
5 So, ere again we see thy face,
Our stony hearts for truth prepare ;
Sow in our souls the seed of grace,
Then come, and reap thy harvest there.
Christ the Rock of Ages.
1 Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath, 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.
1 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy fasting and distress,
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy victory, in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power,—
Jesus! look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
2 By the sympathy that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By thy bitter tears, that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode;
By the troubled sigh that told
Treason lurk'd within thy fold,
Jesus! look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
3 By thine hour of dark despair;
By thine agony of prayer;
By the purple robe of scorn;
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,
Cross and passion, pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice,—
Jesus! look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
4 By thy deep expiring groan;
By the seal'd sepulchral stone;
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power from death to save,—
Mighty God! ascended Lord,
To thy throne in heaven restored!
Prince and Saviour! hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.
For Heavenly-mindedness.
1 OH! from the world's vile slavery, Almighty Saviour! set me free; And, as my treasure is above,
Be there my thoughts, be there my love!
2 But oft, alas! too well I know,
My thoughts, my love, are fix'd below;
In every lifeless prayer I find
The heart unmoved, the absent mind.
3 Oh! what that frozen heart can move,
That melts not at the Saviour's love?
What can that sluggish spirit raise,
That will not sing the Saviour's praise?
4 Yet earthly pleasure still hath charms,
And earthly love my bosom warms;
Though cold my heart to love divine,
And cold, my bleeding Lord! to thine.
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