277 Entire Consecration. 7s.
Self-Dedication
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.
CHO.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood,
Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood,
Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be
Thine, henceforth, eternally.
2 Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee;
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only for my King
3 Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages for thee;
Take my silver and my gold--
Not a mite would I withhold.
4 Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect, and use
Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose.
5 Take my will, and make it thine;
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart,--it is thine own,--
It shall be thy royal throne.
6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure-store!
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for thee!
Frances Ridley Havergal.
278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.
Nearness to Christ Desired.
Lord, weak and impotent I stand,
As fettered by an unseen hand;
Break thou the strong and subtle band,
And draw me close to thee.
CHO.--Draw me close to thee, Savior,
Draw me close to thee;
Beneath thy wing do thou me hide,
And draw me close to thee.
2 In vain I struggle to be free;
I would, but cannot, fly to thee;
Ope thou the prison door for me,
And draw me close to thee.
3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still,
That thine own peace my soul may fill,
And I may rest in thy sweet will;
Lord, draw me close to thee.
4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide,
And never wander from thy side;
Beneath thy wing do thou me hide,
And draw me close to thee.
M.A.W. Cook.
279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.
(668) Clinging to Christ.
O holy Savior! Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean,
Help me, throughout life's changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
CHO.--Help me cling to thee, Savior,
Help me cling to thee!
Help me, throughout life's changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
2 Without a murmur I dismiss
My former dreams of earthly bliss;
My joy, my recompense be this,
Each hour to cling to thee!
3 Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to thee!
Charlotte Elliott.