309 Every Day and Hour. P.M.
Nearness to Christ.
Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
CHO.--Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
2 Thro' this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.
3 Let me love thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.
Fanny J. Crosby.
310 Bethany. 6s & 4s.
(584) Love to Christ Desired.
More love to thee, O Christ,
More love to thee!
Hear thou the prayer I make
On bended knee:
This is my earnest plea--
More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee!
2 Once earthly joy I craved--
Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek:
Give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be--
More love, O Christ, to thee;
More love to thee!
3 Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise--
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee!
Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869.
311 Bethany. 6s & 4s.
(709) Nearer to God.
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
2 Though like the wanderer
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet, in my dreams, I'd be
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
3 There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou send'st to me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
4 Or if, on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.
312 Hope. 6s & 4s.
(582) Parting with the World.
Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine:
Break ev'ry mortal tie;
Jesus is mine.
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
Jesus is mine.
2 Tempt not my soul away:
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day!
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine.
3 Farewell, ye dreams of night!
Jesus is mine:
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
Jesus is mine.
4 Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome a Savior's breast;
Jesus is mine.
Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.