JAMES TURLE. 1863. Composed for this Work.
LESSED Lord, who Thee receive,
Who in Thee begin to live,
Day and night they cry to Thee,
"As Thou art, so let us be."
Fix, O fix, each wavering mind,
To Thy cross our spirits bind;
Earthly passions far remove,
Perfect all our souls in love.
Dust and ashes though we be,
Full of guilt and misery;
Make us Thine, O Son of God,
Wash us in Thy precious blood.
Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable are Thine,
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Sons of earth and hosts of heaven.
THINE for ever! God of love,
Hear us from Thy throne above;
Thine for ever may we be
Here and in eternity.
Thine for ever! Lord of life,
Shield us through our earthly strife.
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Guide us to the realms of day.
Thine for ever! O how bless'd
They who find in Thee their rest!
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend,
O defend us to the end.
Thine for ever! Saviour, keep
These Thy frail and trembling sheep;
Safe alone beneath Thy care,
Let us all Thy goodness share.
Thine for ever! Thou our Guide,
All our wants by Thee supplied,
All our sins by Thee forgiven,
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven.
JESUS! our Truth, our Way,
Our sure unerring Light,
On Thee our feeble souls we stay,
Which Thou wilt lead aright.
Our Wisdom, and our Guide,
Our Counsellor, Thou art;
O never let us leave Thy side,
Or from Thy paths depart.
Ourselves we cannot save,
Ourselves we cannot keep,
But strength in Thee we surely have,
Whose eyelids never sleep.
Our souls to Thee alone,
We therefore now commend,
Thou, Jesus! having loved Thine own,
Wilt love us to the end.
SHEPHERD of the ransom'd flock,
Lead us to the shadowing rock,
Where the cooling waters flow,
Where the freshening pastures grow.
Grant, O Lord, that we may be
Ever glad to follow Thee;
And with thankful hearts rejoice,
When we hear Thy gracious voice.
Saviour, when Thy loved ones stray
From the new and living way;
Gently call Thine own by name;
All our wand'ring steps reclaim.
Through the hours of darksome night
Keep us in Thy watchful sight;
O'er each deadly foe prevail,
Let no harm Thy fold assail.
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