WILLINGTON. L. M. 636 I Он, sweetly breathe the lyres above, 3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore ; Accept Thine offered grace to-day; Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, We bow and give ourselves away. 5 In Thee we trust, on Thee rely; Though we are feeble, Thou art strong; Oh keep us till our spirits fly To join the bright, immortal throng! 637 I COME, ever-blesséd Spirit, come, home; Thus consecrated, Lord, to Thee, 2 Enrich that temple's holy shrine Strength, Counsel, Fear, and Godliness. I WHILE in the hours of blooming youth, My God, I've felt and owned Thy truth; Thy mercies, with increasing age, Shall still my grateful heart engage. 2 No human power shall e'er control My God, my Strength, my Hope, my Thy praise shall all my powers employ. LONDON NEW. C. M. 639 I YE men and angels, witness now! To Him we make our solemn vow, 2 That, long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield; 3 We trust not in our native strength, May He, with our returning wants, All needful aid supply. 4 Oh guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in Thy ways; And while we turn our vows to prayers, 640 I PLANTED in Christ, the living Vine, This day, with one accord, Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, We yield to Thee, O Lord! 2 Joined in one body may we be; One inward life partake; One be our heart, one heavenly hope In every bosom wake. 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, One wisdom be our guide; Taught by one Spirit from above, 4 Then, when among the saints in light 64I I OPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee, No shade like this for me! 2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, A fountain sparkling free; And there I quench my desert thirst: 3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 4 For burdened ones a resting-place I here cast off my weariness: DOXOLOGY. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, And shall be evermore. DUKE STREET. L. M. 642 I LORD, I am Thine, entirely Thine, 3 Thine would I live, Thine would I die, 3 'Tis done the great transaction's done! 4 Now rest, my long divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When called on angels' bread to feast! 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn. Vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, And bless in death a bond so dear. 4 Here at that cross where flows the 644 TUCKERMAN. C. M. 645 I IF human kindness meets return, 2 Oh, shall not warmer accents tell To Him who died our fears to quell, Our more than orphan's woe! 3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs He would not flee, What love His latest words displayed, "Meet and remember Me!" 4 Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share! 646 I ACCORDING to Thy gracious word, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. 2 Thy Body, broken for my sake, 3 Gethsemane can I forget? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice! I must remember Thee. 5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me! Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 647 How sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, The choicest of her stores! 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries with thankful tongue, "Lord, why was I a guest?" 3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?" 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forced us in ; 5 Pity the nations, O our God! And bring the strangers home. |