Take me, oh, my Father! take me,

Take me, save me, through thy Son;

That which thou would'st have me, make me,

Let thy will in me be done.

2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,

Thorny proved the way I trod;

Weary come I now, and praying--

Take me to thy love, my God!

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,

Humbly I confess my sin;

At thy feet, O Father! falling,

To thy household take me in.

4 Freely now to thee I proffer

This relenting heart of mine;

Freely, life and soul I offer--

Gift unworthy love like thine.

5 Once the world's Redeemer dying,

Bore our sins upon the tree;

On that sacrifice relying,

Now I look in hope to thee.

6 Father! take me; all forgiving,

Fold me to thy loving breast;

In thy hope forever living,

I must be forever blest!

O Jesus! full of grace,

To thee I make my moan:

Let me again behold thy face--

Call home thy banished one.

2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,

And freely my backslidings heal,

And bid me sin no more.

3 Thine utmost mercy show;

Say to my drooping soul--

In peace and full assurance go;

Thy faith hath made thee whole.

I cannot do without thee,

O Savior of the lost!

Whose precious blood redeemed me

At such tremendous cost.

CHO.--I cannot, would not,

Dare not, could not,

Will not do without thee.

I have no strength or goodness,

No wisdom of my own.

2 I cannot do without thee,

I cannot stand alone;

I have no strength or goodness,

No wisdom of my own.

3 I cannot do without thee,

I do not know the way;

Thou knowest and thou leadest,

And wilt not let me stray.

4 I cannot do without thee,

For years are fleeting fast,

And soon, in solemn loneliness,

The river must be passed.

Mine eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord;

I love to plead his promises,

And rest upon his word.

2 Lord, turn thee to my soul;

Bring thy salvation near;

When will thy hand release my feet

From sin's destructive snare?

3 When shall the sov'reign grace

Of my forgiving God

Restore me from those dangerous ways

My wand'ring feet have trod?

4 Oh, keep my soul from death,

Nor put my hope to shame;

For I have placed my only trust

In my Redeemer's name.

I am coming to the cross;

I am poor, and weak, and blind;

I am counting all but dross;

I shall thy salvation find.

CHO.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee,

Blest Lamb of Calvary;

Humbly at thy cross I bow;

Save me, Jesus, save me now.

2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;

Long has evil reigned within;

Jesus sweetly speaks to me--

I will cleanse you from all sin.

3 Here I give my all to thee--

Friends, and time, and earthly store;

Soul and body thine to be--

Wholly thine--forevermore.

4 In the promises I trust;

Now I feel the blood applied;

I am prostrate in the dust;

I with Christ am crucified.

5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul!

Perfected in love I am!

I am ev'ry whit made whole;

Glory! glory to the Lamb!

My life, my love I give to thee,

Thou Lamb of God, who died for me;

Oh, may I ever faithful be

My Savior and my God.

CHO.--I'll live for him who died for me,

How happy, then, my life shall be!

I'll live for him who died for me,

My Savior and my God.

2 I now believe thou dost receive,

For thou hast died that I might live;

And now henceforth I'll trust in thee,

My Savior and my God.

3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary,

To save my soul and make me free,

I consecrate my life to thee,

My Savior and my God.

Take my heart, dear Jesus,

Make it all thine own,

Let thy Holy Spirit

Break this heart of stone,

And make me all thine own.

CHO.--Take my heart, and let it be

Ev'ry moment more like thee;

At thy feet I bow;

Take my heart just now,

And make me all thine own.

2 Take my heart, dear Jesus,

Make it pure and clean;

Let thy blood, still flowing,

Wash away my sin,

And make me pure and clean.

3 Take my heart, dear Jesus,

Make it white as snow;

May the cleansing fountain,

May the precious flow,

Still keep me white as snow.

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!

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.

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!

I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,

And it told thy love to me;

But I long to rise in the arms of faith,

And be closer drawn to thee.

REF.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To thy precious, bleeding side.

2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,

By the pow'r of grace divine;

Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,

And my will be lost in thine.

3 O the pure delight of a single hour

That before thy throne I spend,

When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God,

I commune as friend with friend.

4 There are depths of love that I cannot know

Till I cross the narrow sea,

There are heights of joy that I may not reach

Till I rest in peace with thee.

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;

I want thee forever to live in my soul;

Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe;

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

CHO.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies,

And help me to make a complete sacrifice;

I give up myself and whatever I know--

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;

I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet,

By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow--

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait;

Come now, and within me a new heart create;

To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no--

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

CHO.--Are you washed in the blood,

In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?

Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white,

Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?

Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright?

And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,

And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;

There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,

Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Oh, now I see the crimson wave,

The fountain deep and wide;

Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,

Points to his wounded side.

CHO.--The cleansing stream I see! I see!

I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me;

Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me,

It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.

2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light,

Above the world and sin,

With heart made pure, and garments white,

And Christ enthroned within.

3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below

To feel the blood applied;

And Jesus, only Jesus know,

My Jesus crucified.

I've reached the land of corn and wine.

And all its riches freely mine;

Here shines undimmed one blissful day,

For all my night has passed away.

CHO.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land,

As on thy highest mount I stand,

I look away across the sea,

Where mansions are prepared for me,

And view the shining glory shore,

My heaven, my home forevermore.

2 The Savior comes and walks with me,

And sweet communion here have we;

He gently leads me with his hand,

For this is heaven's border land.

3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze,

Is borne from ever vernal trees,

And flowers that never fading grow

Where streams of life forever flow.

4 The zephyrs seem to float to me,

Sweet sounds of heaven's melody,

As angels, with the white-robed throng,

Join in the sweet redemption song.

I am dwelling on the mountain,

Where the golden sunlight gleams

O'er a land whose wondrous beauty

Far exceeds my fondest dreams;

Where the air is pure ethereal,

Laden with the breath of flow'rs,

They are blooming by the fountain,

'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs.

CHO.--Is not this land of Beulah,

Blessed, blessed land of light?

Where the flowers bloom forever,

And the sun is always bright.

2 I can see far down the mountains,

Where I wandered weary years,

Often hindered in my journey

By the ghosts of doubts and fears;

Broken vows and disappointments,

Thickly sprinkled all the way,

But the Spirit led unerring,

To the land I hold to-day.

3 I am drinking at the fountain,

Where I ever would abide;

For I've tasted life's pure river,

And my soul is satisfied;

There's no thirsting for life's pleasures,

Nor adorning, rich and gay,

For I've found a richer treasure.

One that fadeth not away.

4 Tell me not of heavy crosses,

Nor the burdens hard to bear,

For I've found this great salvation

Makes each burden light appear;

And I love to follow Jesus,

Gladly counting all but dross,

Worldly honors all forsaking

For the glory of the cross.

5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!

Oft I've proved this to be true;

When I'm in the way so narrow

I can see a pathway thro';

And how sweetly Jesus whispers:

Take the cross, thou need'st not fear,

For I've tried this way before thee.

And the glory lingers near.

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Savior's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare

Among the sons of men;

Fairer is he, than all the fair

Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,

And flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,

And carried all my grief.

4 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet;

Shows me the glories of my God,

And makes my joys complete.

I've found the pearl of greatest price!

My heart doth sing for joy;

And sing I must, for Christ is mine!

Christ shall my song employ.

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;

My Prophet full of light,

My great High Priest before the throne,

My King of heavenly might.

3 Christ is my peace; he died for me,

For me he gave his blood;

And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,

Offered himself to God.

4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,--

My Comfort, and my Love;

My Life below, and he shall be

My Joy and Crown above.

Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing

My great Redeemer's praise,

The glories of my God and King

The triumphs of his grace.

2 My gracious Master, and my God,

Assist me to proclaim--

To spread, through all the earth abroad,

The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease;

'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,

He sets the pris'ner free:

His blood can make the foulest clean--

His blood availed for me.

5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice

New life the dead receive;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe.

6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ;

Ye blind, behold your Savior come;

And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Come, let us all unite to praise

The Savior of mankind;

Our thankful hearts in solemn lays

Be with our voices joined.

2 O Lord! we cannot silent be;

By love we are constrained

To offer our best thanks to thee,

Our Savior, and our Friend.

3 Let every tongue thy goodness show,

And spread abroad thy fame;

Let every heart with praise o'erflow,

And bless thy sacred name.

4 Worship and honor, thanks and love,

Be to our Jesus given,

By men below, by hosts above,

By all in earth and heaven.

Awake, awake, the sacred song,

To our incarnate Lord;

Let every heart and every tongue

Adore th' eternal Word.

2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power,

By whom the worlds were made;

Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--

Was once in flesh arrayed.

3 To dwell with misery here below,

The Savior left the skies,

And sunk to wretchedness and woe,

That worthless man might rise.

4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,

To hail the joyful day;

With rapture, then, let human tongues

Their grateful worship pay.

Jesus, the very tho't of thee

With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far thy face to see,

And in thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the mem'ry find

A sweeter sound than thy blest name,

O Savior of mankind!

3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart!

Oh, joy of all the meek!

To those who fall, how kind thou art!

How good to those who seek.

4 And those who find thee, find a bliss

Nor tongue nor pen can show;

The love of Jesus, what it is

None but his loved ones know.

5 Jesus! our only joy be thou,

As thou our prize wilt be;

Jesus! be thou our glory now,

And through eternity.

O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!

Forgive me, if I say,

For very love, thy sacred name

A thousand times a day.

2 I love thee so, I know not how

My transports to control;

Thy love is like a burning fire

Within my very soul.

3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let

So vile a heart as mine

Love thee with such a love as this,

And make so free with thine!

4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!

O Heaven begun on earth!

Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who

Can tell what thou art worth?

5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!

What art thou not to me?

Each hour brings joys before unknown,

Each day new liberty.

Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?

Behold my heart, and see;

And turn each worthless idol out,

That dares to rival thee.

2 Do not I love thee, from my soul?

Then let me nothing love;

Dead be my heart to every joy,

Which thou dost not approve.

3 Is not thy name melodious still,

To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill

My Savior's voice to hear?

4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord!

But, oh! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.

There is a name I love to hear,

I love to sing its worth;

It sounds like music in mine ear,

The sweetest name on earth.

CHO.--Oh, how I love Jesus,

Oh, how I love Jesus,

Oh, how I love Jesus,

Because he first loved me.

2 It tells me of a Savior's love,

Who died to set me free;

It tells me of his precious blood,

The sinner's perfect plea.

3 It tells me what my Father hath

In store for every day,

And, though I tread a darksome path,

Yields sunshine all the way.

4 It tells of One, whose loving heart

Can feel my deepest woe,

Who in each sorrow bears a part,

That none can bear below.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear;

It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast;

'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing treasure, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.

5 I would thy boundless love proclaim

With every fleeting breath,

So shall the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death.

Oh, when shall I see Jesus,

And reign with him above?

And drink the flowing fountain

Of everlasting love?

When shall I be delivered

From this vain world of sin?

And with my blessed Jesus

Drink endless pleasures in?

2 But now I am a soldier,

My Captain's gone before;

He's given me my orders,

And tells me not to fear;

And if I hold out faithful,

A crown of life he'll give,

And all his valiant soldiers

Eternal life shall have.

3 Through grace I am determined

To conquer, though I die,

And then away to Jesus

On wings of love I'll fly!

Farewell to sin and sorrow,

I bid them all adieu;

And you, my friends, prove faithful,

And on your way pursue.

4 Oh! do not be discouraged,

For Jesus is your friend;

And if you lack for knowledge,

He'll not forget to lend:

Neither will he upbraid you,

Though often you request;

He'll give you grace to conquer,

And take you home to rest.

To thee, my God and Savior!

My heart exulting sings,

Rejoicing in thy favor,

Almighty King of kings!

I'll celebrate thy glory,

With all thy saints above,

And tell the joyful story

Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses

Bedecks the dewy east,

And when the sun reposes

Upon the ocean's breast;

My voice, in supplication,

Well-pleased thou shalt hear:

Oh! grant me thy salvation,

And to my soul draw near.

3 By thee, through life supported,

I pass the dangerous road,

With heavenly hosts escorted,

Up to their bright abode;

There, cast my crown before thee.--

Now, all my conflicts o'er,--

And day and night adore thee:--

What can an angel more?

Children of the heavenly King,

As we journey let us sing;

Sing our Savior's worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways.

We are trav'ling home to God,

In the way our fathers trod;

They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see.

2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand

On the borders of our land;

Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,

Bids us undismayed go on.

Lord! obediently we'll go,

Gladly leaving all below:

Only thou our Leader be,

And we still will follow thee.

Earth has nothing sweet or fair,

Lovely forms or beauties rare,

But before my eyes they bring

Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

2 When the morning paints the skies,

When the golden sunbeams rise,

Then my Savior's form I find

Brightly imaged on my mind.

3 When the day-beams pierce the night,

Oft I think on Jesus' light,--

Think,--how bright that light will be,

Shining through eternity.

4 When, as moonlight softly steals,

Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,

Then I think;--who made their light

Is a thousand times more bright.

5 When I see, in spring-tide gay,

Fields their varied tints display,

Wakes the thrilling thought in me,

What must their Creator be?

6 Lord of all that's fair to see!

Come, reveal thyself to me;

Let me, 'mid thy radiant light,

See thine unveiled glories bright.

Crown him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon his throne;

Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but its own!

2 Awake, my soul! and sing

Of him who died for thee;

And hail him as thy matchless King,

Through all eternity.

3 Crown him, the Lord of love!

Behold his hands and side,

Rich wounds, yet visible above

In beauty glorified.

4 Crown him, the Lord of peace!

Whose power a scepter sways,

From pole to pole, that wars may cease,

Absorbed in prayer and praise.

5 Crown him, the Lord of years!

The Potentate of time;

Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime!

Awake, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake, every heart, and every tongue!

To praise the Savior's name.

2 Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power;

Sing how he intercedes above

For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing on your heavenly way,

Ye ransomed sinners! sing;

Sing on, rejoicing, every day,

In Christ, th' eternal King.

4 Soon shall ye hear him say,

"Ye blessed children! come;"

Soon will he call you hence away,

And take his wanderers home.

Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord!

That taught us this sweet way,

Only to love thee for thyself,

And for that love obey.

2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope!

We to thy mercy fly;

Where'er we are, thou canst protect,

Whate'er we need, supply.

3 Whether we sleep or wake,

To thee we both resign;

By night we see, as well as day,

If thy light on us shine.

4 Whether we live or die,

Both we submit to thee;

In death we live, as well as life,

If thine in death we be.

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,

Oh! could I sound the glories forth,

Which in my Savior shine!

I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings,

And vie with Gabriel while he sings,

In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,

My ransom from the dreadful guilt,

Of sin and wrath divine;

I'd sing his glorious righteousness,

In which all-perfect heav'nly dress

My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,

And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne;

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,

I would to everlasting days,

Make all his glories known.

4 Well--the delightful day will come,

When he, dear Lord! will bring me home,

And I shall see his face:

There, with my Savior, brother, friend,

A blessed eternity I'll spend,

Triumphant in his grace.

Jesus! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee!

Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,

Whose glories shine thro' endless days.

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star;

He sheds the beams of light divine

O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend

On whom my hopes of heaven depend!

No; when I blush, be this my shame,

That I no more revere his name.

4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,

When I've no guilt to wash away;

No tear to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save.

5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain--

Till then, I boast a Savior slain!

And, oh, may this my glory be

That Christ is not ashamed of me!

Jesus! my heart within me burns,

To tell thee all its conscious love;

And from earth's low delight it turns,

To taste a joy like that above.

2 When thou to me dost condescend,

In love divine, thou blessed One,

The moments that with thee I spend,

Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun.

3 Though oft these lips my love have told,

They still the story would repeat;

To me the rapture ne'er grows old,

That thrills me, bending at thy feet.

4 I breathe my words into thine ear;

I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;

And sure that thou dost wait to hear,

I dare in faith to call thee mine.

5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;

My all I yield to thy control;

Oh! let me never from thee part,

Thou best Beloved of my soul!

Come, let us sing the song of songs,

With hearts and voices swell the strain;

The homage which to Christ belongs;--

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

2 Slain to redeem us by his blood,

To cleanse from every sinful stain;

And make us kings and priests to God:

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

3 To him who suffered on the tree,

Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain,

Blessing, and praise, and glory be!--

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,

Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,

Living to sing, and dying cry,--

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"