Let me ne'er grow cold,
Never lose my hold.
When I shrinking stand,

Touched by death's cold hand,
Through the darksome valley guide me,
Midst Thy saints a place provide me;

Grant that I may stand,
Saved, at Thy right hand.


TR. BY F. W, GOTCH. 1880.




1137 None of us liveth to himself, and no man

dieth to himself.-Rom. 14. 7.
Y gracious Lord, I own Thy right

To every

And call it my supreme delight

To hear Thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being, but for Thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end ?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend ? 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ,

To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live,

To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could untainted Eden give
Such bliss as blossoms at His side.

5 His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigour is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.


TAKE my life, and let it be

78. 1138

Ye are not your own, for ye are bought with

a price. -1 Cor. 6. 19, 20. 1 AKE

and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,

Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
2 Take my hands, and let them move

At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be

Swift and beautiful for Thee.
3 Take my voice, and let me sing,

Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be

Filled with messages from Thee.
4 Take


silver and
Not a mite would I withhold;


intellect, and use
Every power 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 treasured store ;
Take myself, and I will be,
Ever, only, all for Thee.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1878

my gold,

C.M. 1139 We cannot bit speak the things which we

have seen and heard. -Acts 4. 20. 1


blessèd, from the bonds of sin

And earthly fetters free,
In singleness of heart and aim,

Thy servant, Lord, to be!
The hardest toil to undertake

With joy at Thy command,
The meanest office to receive

With meekuess at Thy hand!
2 With willing heart and longing eyes,
To watch

before Thy gate,
Ready to run the weary race,

To bear the heavy weight;
No voice of thunder to expect,

But follow, calm and still,
For love can easily divine

The One Belověd's will. 3 Thus


I serve Thee, gracious Lord !
Thus ever Thine alone,
My soul and body given to Thee,

The purchase Thou hast won.
Through evil or through good report,

Still keeping by Thy side,
By life or death, in this poor flesh,

Let Christ be magnified !
4 How happily the working days

In this dear service fly;
How rapidly the closing hour,

The time of rest, draws nigh !
When all the faithful gather home,

A joyful company,
And ever where the Master is,
Shall His blest servants be.

C. J. SPITTA. 1833.

S.M. 1140 My tongue shall

speak of Thy word.

Ps. 119. 172.
1 ELP me, my God, to speak

True let my voice be when I praise,

And trustful when I pray.
2 Thy words are true to me,

Let mine to Thee be true;
The speech of my whole heart and soul

However low and few.
3 True words of grief for sin,

Of longing to be free,
Of groaning for deliverance,

And likeness, Lord, to Thee.
4 True words of faith and hope,

Of godly joy and grief,
“Lord, I believe,” O hear my cry,
"Help Thou my unbelief!"

H. BONAR. 1866.

S.M. 1141 Ye call me Master and Lord, and ye say

well, for 80 I am. ----John 13. 13.
1 EAR Lord and Master mine,

Thy happy servant see !
My Conqueror with what joy Divine

Thy captive clings to Thee!
I love Thy yoke to wear,

To feel Thy gracious bands-
Sweetly restrainèd by Thy care,

And happy in Thy hands. 3 No bar would I remove,

No bond would I unbind :
Within the limits of Thy love

Full liberty I find.


4 I would not walk alone,

But still with Thee, my God:
At every step my blindness own,

And ask of Thee the road.
5 Dear Lord and Master mine,

Still keep Thy servant true!
My Guardian, and my Guide Divine,
Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through!

T. H. GILL. 1.870.

1142 Unto Thee

, *0* Lord, do I lift up my soul.

Ps. 25. 1. 1

I my

heart to Thee,
Saviour Divine !
For Thou art all to me

And I am Thine.
Is there on earth a closer bond than this,

That “my Beloved's mine, and I am His”? 2

Thine am I by all ties;

But chiefly Thine,
That through Thy sacrifice,

Thou, Lord, art mine.
By Thine own cords of Love, so sweetly wound

Around me, I to Thee am closely bound. 3

To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb,

I all things owe;
All that I have and am,

And all I know.
All that I have is now no longer mine,

And I am not my own; Lord, I am Thine. 4

How can I, Lord, withhold

Life's brightest hour
From Thee; or gather gold,

Or any power?

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