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1 SAVIOUR, while my heart is tender, 2 Send me, Lord, where Thou wilt send me, I would yield that heart to Thee;
Only do Thou guide my way; All my powers to Thee surrender,
May Thy grace through life attend me, Thine and only Thine to be.
Gladly then shall I obey. Take me now, Lord Jesus, take me, Let me do Thy will or bear it, Let my youthful heart be Thine,
I would know no will but Thine; Thy devoted servant make me,
Should'st Thou take my life or spare it, Fill my soul with love divine.
I that life to Thee resign.
Never once forgotten be;
Registered, confirmed by Thee.
To Thy service set apart;
John Burton, 1850
JESUS, I have promised
To serve Thee to the end; Be Thou forever near me,
My Master and my Friend:
If Thou art by my side,
If Thou wilt be my Guide. 2 O let me feel Thee near me,
The world is ever near;
The tempting sounds I hear:
Around me and within;
And shield my soul from sin.
3 O let me hear Thee speaking
In accents clear and still,
The murmurs of self-will:
To hasten or control;
Thou Guardian of my soul. 4 O Jesus, Thou hast promised
To all who follow Thee
There shall Thy servant be;
To serve Thee to the end;
John E. Bode, 1869
4 0 may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wandering leave His sacred ways:
Anne Steele, 1760 : v. 1, line 1, alt.
SPANISH HYMN Six 7s.
Arr. by Benjamin Carr, 1826
sol - emn words,
3 When their hearts are lifted high WHEN Thy soldiers take their swords
, When they speak the solemn words, With success or victory, When they kneel before Thee here,
When they feel the conqueror's pride; Feeling Thee, their Father, near;
Lest they grow self-satisfied, These Thy children, Lord, defend;
These Thy children, Lord, defend; To their help Thy Spirit send.
Teach their souls to Thee to bend. 2 When the world's sharp strife is nigh, 4 When the vows that they have made, When they hear the battle-cry,
When the prayers that they have prayed, When they rush into the fight,
Shall be fading from their hearts; Knowing not temptation's might;
When their first warm faith departs; These Thy children, Lord, defend;
These Thy children, Lord, defend; To their zeal Thy wisdom lend.
Keep them faithful to the end.
Or if wounded some should fall
These Thy children, Lord, defend;
Frances M. Owen, c. 1872
1 BEFORE Thine awful presence, Lord,
Thy sinful servants bow, Trembling to speak the solemn word,
To frame the sacred vow.
2 The sins in hours of weakness wrought,
The vain things loved before,
Lord, we renounce once more.
3 Once more we vow the holy faith
To keep unstained and true; Once more we promise unto death
Thy holy will to do.
4 Again we gird us to the fight,
Again we face the foe,
Where Thou shalt lead to go.
5 O Father, pardon all the past;
Give back Thy wasted grace;
To run the heavenward race.
6 Still let Thy blessed Spirit's aid
Our strength and comfort be;
We still will trust in Thee.
Wm. Walsham How, 1854