But when, through weariness, they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.
5 Have you no words? Ah, think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear,
With the sad tale of all your care.
6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplications sent;
Your cheerful songs would oftener be,
Hear what the Lord has done for me.
GOD of all redeeming grace,
By thy pardoning love compell'd,
Up to thee our souls we raise,
Up to thee our bodies yield:
Thou our sacrifice receive,
Acceptable through thy Son;
While to thee alone we live,
While we die to thee alone.
2 Meet it is, and just, and right,
That we should be wholly thine;
In thy only will delight,
In thy blessed service join:
O that every work and word,
Might proclaim how good thou art;
Holiness unto the Lord,
Still be written on our heart.
LORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart, and free,
Myself, my residue of days,
I consecrate to thee.
Thy ransom'd servant, I
Restore to thee thy own:
And from this moment live or die,
To serve my God alone.
LET him to whom we now belong,
His sovereign right assert:
And take up every thankful song,
And every loving heart.
2 He justly claims us for his own,
Who bought us with a price:
The Christian lives to Christ alone,
To Christ alone he dies.
3 Jesus, thy own at last receive,
Fulfil our heart's desire;
And let us to thy glory live,
And in thy cause expire.
4 Our souls and bodies we resign;
With joy we render thee
Our all, no longer ours but thine,
To all eternity.
FONDLY my foolish heart essays
To augment the source of perfect bliss;
Love's all-sufficient sea to raise,
With drops of creature happiness.
2 O Love, thy sovereign aid impart;
And guard the gift thyself hast given;
My portion, thou my treasure art,
And life, and happiness, and heaven.
3 Would aught on earth my wishes share?
Though dear as life the idol be,
The idol from my breast I'll tear,
Resolved to seek my all in thee.
4 Whate'er I fondly counted mine,
To thee, my Lord, I here restore;
Gladly I all to thee resign;
Give me thyself—I ask no more.
BEHOLD the serv ant of the Lord,
I wait thy guiding eye to feel,
To hear and keep thy every word,
To prove and do thy perfect will:
Joyful from my own works to cease,
Glad to fulfil all righteousness.
2 Me if thy grace vouchsafe to use,
Meanest of all thy creatures, me;
The deed, the time, the manner choose,
Let all my fruit be found of thee:
Let all my works in thee be wrought,
By thee to full perfection brought.
3 My every weak though good design,
O'errule or change, as seems thee meet;
Jesus, let all my works be thine;
Thy work, O Lord, is all complete,
And pleasing in thy Father's sight:
Thou only hast done all things right.
4 Here then to thee thy own I leave;
Mould as thou wilt thy passive clay;
But let me all thy stamp receive;
But let me all thy words obey;
Serve with a single heart and eye;
And to thy glory live and die.
FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One in Three, and Three in One,
As by the celestial host,
Let thy will on earth be done:
Praise by all to thee be given,
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven.
2 Vilest of the sinful race,
Lo! I answer to thy call;
Meanest vessel of thy grace,
Grace divinely free for all:
Lo! I come to do thy will,
All thy counsel to fulfil.
3 If so poor a worm as I
May to thy great glory live;
All my actions sanctify;
All my words and thoughts receive;
Claim me for thy service, claim
All I have, and all I am.
4 Take my soul and body's powers;
Take my memory, mind, and will;
All my goods, and all my hours;
All I know, and all I feel;
All I think, or speak, or do:
Take my heart, but make it new.
5 Now my God, thy own I am;
Now I give thee back thy own:
Freedom, friends, and health, and fame,
Consecrate to thee alone:
Thine I live, thrice happy I;
Happier still if thine I die.
6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One in Three, and Three in One,
As by the celestial host,
Let thy will on earth be done:
Praise by all to thee be given,
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven.
O GOD, what offering shall I give
To thee, the Lord of earth and skies?
My spirit, soul, and flesh receive—
A holy, living sacrifice:
Small as it is, 'tis all my store:
More shouldst thou have, if I had more.
2 Now then, my God, thou hast my soul; No longer mine, but thine I am:
Guard thou thy own, possess it whole; Cheer it with hope, with love inflame : Thou hast my spirit: there display Thy glory to the perfect day.
3 Thou hast my flesh, thy hallow'd shrine, Devoted solely to thy will:
Here let thy light for ever shine:
This house still let thy presence fill:
O Source of life,-live, dwell, and move
In me, till all my life be love.
4 Send down thy likeness from above,
And let this my adorning be:
Clothe me with wisdom, patience, love,
With lowliness and purity;
Than gold and pearls more precious far,
And brighter than the morning star.
5 Lord, arm me with thy Spirit's might,
Since I am call'd by thy great name:
In thee let all my thoughts unite:
Of all my works be thou my aim:
Thy love attend me all my days,
And my sole business be thy praise.
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 O for a fervent strong desire,
O for a calmly fervent zeal,
souls out of the fire;
To snatch them from the verge of hell;
And turn them to a pardoning God,
And quench the brands in Jesus' blood!
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