Coming to the King

by Frances Ridley Havergal

Going to Christ

I go to Christ my Saviour
With every little need
The help He always gives me
Is wonderful indeed

I go when I am mourning
The loss of loved ones near
He speaketh words of comfort sweet,
He doth my spirit cheer

I go when I am fearing
The cruse of oil will fail
He sendeth me the needful means
And thus doth prayer prevent

Cecilia Havergal

My King and Master.

Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be,
Spent in blessed service only until Thee
Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know
'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below.

Let me serve Thee humbly,
Thine be all the praise,
'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays;
Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er
I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.