f Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou
up within
Rise to all eternity.
m 1 TAKE my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.
mf 2 Take my voice, and let me sing,
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from thee.
m Take silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as thou dost choose.
3 Take my will, and make it thine ; It shall be no longer mine. mf Take my heart, it is thine own; It shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure-store.
f Take myself, and I will be,
Ever, only, all, for thee!
mf PRAISE the Lord, his glories show,
Saints within his courts below,
Angels round his throne above,
Praise him, all that share his love.
Earth, to heaven exalt the strain ;
Send it, heaven, to earth again;
Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise him, praise him, evermore. Amen.
mf 1 HAIL, the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends his native heaven.
f There for him high triumph waits:
Lift your heads, eternal gates !
Wide unfold the radiant scene!
Take the King of Glory in!
2 Circled round with angel powers,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqueror over death and sin,
Take the King of Glory in!
mf Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
m 3 See, he lifts his hands above;
See, he shows the prints of love;
Hark, his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his Church below;
mf Still for us his death he pleads;
Prevalent, he intercedes ;
Near himself prepares our place,—
Harbinger of human race.
m 4 Lord, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the skies.
mf There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign,
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in thee.
Loud as mighty thunders' roar,
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore.
Hallelujah! for the Lord
God Omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
2 Hallelujah! hark, the sound,
From the depths unto the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies.
See Jehovah's banner furled,
Sheathed his sword; he speaks—
And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of his Son.
ƒ3 He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have passed away;
Then the end; beneath his rod
Man's last enemy shall fall:
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.
m 1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise,
All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
He that formed me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb;
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by his wise decree.
mp 2 Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of penury and wealth,
Times of trial and of grief,
Times of triumph and relief,
Times the tempter's power to prove,
Times to taste a Saviour's love,-
All must come and last and end
As shall please my heavenly Friend.
mp 3 Plagues and deaths around me fly; mf Till he bids I cannot die;
Not a single shaft can hit
Till the God of love sees fit.
O thou gracious, wise, and just,
In thy hands my life I trust;
Have I somewhat dearer still?
I resign it to thy will.
m 4 May I always own thy hand,
Still to the surrender stand,
Know that thou art God alone,
I and mine are all thine own.
mf Thee at all times will I bless
Having thee, I all possess ;
How can I bereaved be,
Since I cannot part with thee!
f1 COME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest-home! All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
f Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
m 2 All this world is God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and
m 3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home:
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