Chapter D: W. Whittle (1)

243 At the Cross. C.M.

_Rom. 5:2._ (664)

I stand; but not as once I did,
Beneath my load of guilt;
The blessed Jesus bore it all--
For me his blood was spilt.

2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount,
With arms around the cross;
I have been there, and left behind
Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.

3 I stand e'en now where he appears,
In union with my Lord;
In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought.
I read it in his word.

4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone--
In him we are complete;
We live by faith! but soon in sight
Our coming Christ we'll greet.

Unknown.

244 At the Cross. C.M.

_Salvation at the Cross._ (492)

Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,
My Savior, can it be
That thou hast borne the crown of thorns
And suffered death for me?

Cho.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light
And, the burden of my heart rolled away--
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.

2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,
I give myself to thee;
I plead thy merits, thine alone,
For thou hast died for me.

3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,
For sinners flowing free,
Then rise, renewed by grace divine,
And shout salvation free.

4 And when I reach thy place above,
My sweetest notes will be,
Redemption through a Savior's name,
Who bled and died for me.

Fanny Crosby, 1873.

245 Saved by Faith. P.M.

_Justified by Faith._

I have found redemption in the Savior's blood,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I am sweetly trusting in the word of God
I am saved by faith in his blood.

Cho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,
I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I will trust in Jesus while I run my race, I am saved by faith in his blood.

3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I will trust his promise, on his strength rely, I am saved by faith in his blood.

4 I will keep on singing as I march along, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; In my home in glory this shall be my song, I am saved by faith in his blood.

246 Only Trust Him. C.M.

_Peace in Believing._

Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;
And he will surely give you rest
By trusting in his word.

Cho.--Only trust him, only trust him,
Only trust him now;
He will save you, he will save you,
He will save you now.

2 For Jesus shed his precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.

3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in him without delay,
And you are fully blest.

4 Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.

J. H. Stockton.

247 Is My Name Written There? P.M.

_The Book of Life._

Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of thy kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,
Is my name written there?

Cho.--Is my name written there?
On the page white and fair?
In the book of thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?

2 Lord, my sins, they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But thy blood, oh, my Savior,
Is sufficient for me;
For thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow."

3 Oh, that beautiful city,
With its mansions of light,
With its glorified beings,
In pure garments of white;
Where no evil thing cometh
To despoil what is fair;
Where the angels are watching,
Yes, my name's written there.

Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.

248 Convert. P.M.

_Joy in Christ._

Oh, how happy are they
Who their Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasures above;
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus' name.

3 'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.

4 Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died
To redeem such a rebel as me.

5 On the wings of his love
I was carried above
All sin and temptation and pain,
And I could not believe
That I ever should grieve--
That I ever should suffer again.

6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of tire,
And the moon it was under my feet.

7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.

8 Never more will I stray
From my Savior away,
But I'll follow the Lamb till I die;
I will take up my cross,
And count all things but loss,
Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.

Charles Wesley.

249 Hallowed Spot. P.M.

_The Place of Conversion._ (249)

There is a spot to me more dear
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot to which affection's tear
Springs grateful from its fountain;
'Tis not where kindred souls abound--
Tho' that is almost heaven--
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.

2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long tossed upon the ocean,
Above me was the thunder's roar,
Beneath, the wave's commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me, faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groans
Ascend for years of error.

3 Sinking and panting as for breath,
I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--
Immortal Jesus, hear me.
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted glory, glory.

4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
My heart shall linger round thee:
And as from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.

William Hunter, D. D.

250 Boylston. S.M.

_The Need of Conversion_

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
"Ye must be born again!"

2 "Ye must be born again!"
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
'Tis life poor sinners need.

3 "Ye must be born again!"
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
'Tis he alone can save.

4 "Ye must be born again!"
Or never enter heaven;
'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.

Anon.

251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M.

_The Soul Redeemed._

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Cho.--It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--
My sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"--it is well with my soul.

H.G. Spafford.

252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.

_An Accomplished Work._

'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,
I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:

4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.

5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,

6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be.

253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_From Darkness to Light._ (522)

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
"Lord! I would receive my sight."

3 I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.

H.D. Ganse.

254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_The Blind Man Healed._ (521)

"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
"Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day!"
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
"Friends! is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!

6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."

John Newton, 1779.

255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.

Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Cho.--This is my abiding place,
Clothed with his abounding grace,
Looking upward to his face,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

3 Here I rest from toil and strife,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

4 Come ye guilty and be healed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God's love revealed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Priscilla J. Owens.

256 Ortonville. C.M.

_Prayer for Entire Purification._ (649)

Forever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy bleeding side;
'Tis all my hope and all my plea,
"For me the Savior died."

2 My dying Savior and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me and make me thus thine own,
Wash me, and mine thou art!
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart!

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply
Till faith to sight improve,
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

257 Ortonville. C.M.

_The Believer's Rest._ (654)

Lord, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art loved alone.

2 A rest where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,
Believe and enter in:
Now, Savior, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove this hardness from my heart;
This unbelief remove:
To me the rest of faith impart--
The Sabbath of thy love.

Charles Wesley.

258 Ortonville. C.M.

_Longing for Christ._ (648)

Oh! could I find from day to day,
A nearness to my God;
Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy word.

2 Lord! I desire with thee to live.
Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart
And I'll be wholly thine;
And never, nevermore depart;
For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And, when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.

259 Ortonville. C.M.

_Self-Dedication._ (662)

Welcome, O Savior! to my heart;
Possess thine humble throne;
Bid every rival hence depart,
And claim me for thine own.

2 The world and Satan I forsake,--
To thee I all resign;
My longing heart, O Jesus! take,
And make it all divine.

3 Oh! may I never turn aside,
Nor from thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide--
I give it all to thee.

Hugh Bourne, 1825.

260 Rhine. C.M.

_Prayer for Entire Sanctification._ (652)

My God, I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim
Till all I have is lost in thine,
And all renewed I am.

2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,
And will not let thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand
And all thy goodness know.

3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad:
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

4 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.

Charles Wesley.

261 Bemerton. C.M.

_Self-Consecration._ (646)

My God! accept my heart this day,
And make it always thine,
That I from thee no more may stray,
No more from thee decline.

2 Before the cross of him who died,
Behold I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified;
Let Christ be All in All.

3 May the dear blood, once shed for me,
My blest atonement prove,
That I, from first to last, may be
The purchase of thy love.

4 Let every thought, and work, and word,
To thee be ever given;
Then life shall be thy service, Lord!
And death the gate of heaven.

Matthew Bridges, 1848.

262 Uxbridge. L.M.

_Living to Christ Alone._ (815)

My gracious Lord! I own thy right To every service I can pay, 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? Thine 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 Savior I would live, To him, who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

Philip Doddridge. 1740.

263 Gratitude. L.M.

_God Wills Our Holiness._ (679)

He wills that I should holy be; That holiness I long to feel; That full divine conformity To all my Savior's righteous will.

2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul Accomplished in the change of mine; And plunge me, every whit made whole, In all the depths of love divine.

3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed, And waits to prove thine utmost will; The promise by thy mercy made, Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.

4 No more I stagger at thy power, Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move; Hasten the long-expected hour, And bless me with thy perfect love.

Charles Wesley.

264 Duane Street. L.M.D.

_The Way to God._

Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, He whom I fixed my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness; I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

2 This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not saved from sin. The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Savior say, "Come hither, soul, I am the way."

3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am; Nothing but sin have I to give; Nothing but love shall I receive. Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Savior I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God."

John Cennick, 1743

265 Duane Street. L.M.D.

_Bought with a Price._

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine, With full consent thine I would be, And own thy sovereign right in me.

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be thine through all eternity; The vow is past beyond repeal; And now I set the solemn seal.

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood, That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee, my new Master now I call, And consecrate to thee my all.

Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._

266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.

_Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704)

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!
Perish, every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me--
They have left my Savior too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me--
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show thy face and all is bright.

3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather--
All must work for good to thee.

4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.

267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.

_Desiring Sanctification._ (701)

Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion;
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit
Into every troubled breast,
Let us all thy grace inherit;
Let us find thy promised rest;
Take away the love of sinning;
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning;
Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation;
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by thee:
Change from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Charles Wesley, 1747.

268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.

_Union with Jesus._ (700)

In thy service will I ever,
Jesus, my Redeemer, stay;
Nothing me from thee shall sever,
Gladly would I go thy way.
Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever
Thine in sorrow and in joy;
Death the union shall not sever,
Nor eternity destroy.

2 Let thy light on me be shining
When the day is almost gone,
When the evening is declining,
And the night is drawing on:
Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying
Thy hands on my weary head;
"Here thy day is ended," saying,
"Yonder live the faithful dead."

3 Stay beside me, when the stillness
And the icy touch of death
Fill my trembling soul with chillness,
Like the morning's frosty breath;
As my failing eyes grow dimmer,
Let my spirit grow more bright,
As I see the first faint glimmer
Of the everlasting light.

P. Spitta, 1833.

269 Even Me. 8s & 7s.

_Pass Me Not._ (523)

Lord! I hear of showers of blessing,
Thou art scattering, broad and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let their fullness fall on me.

Ref.--Even me, even me,
Let their fullness fall on me.

2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!
Sinful, though my heart may be;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy fall on me.

3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favor;
When thou comest, call for me.

4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me.

6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,--
Blood of God, so rich and free,--
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,--
Magnify them all in me.

Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.

270 Even Me. 8s & 7s.

_Self-Consecration._ (524)

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!

Ray Palmer, 1865.

271 Ferguson. S.M.

_Restore My Peace._ (637)

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.

Charles Wesley, 1756.

272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s.

_Dependence on Christ._

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.

Frances H. Havergal, Alt.

273 Ferguson. S.M.

_Absorbed in Christ._ (635)

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.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

274 Trusting. 7s.

_At the Cross._ (694)

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!

Wm. McDonald.

275 I'll Live for Him. P.M.

_Dedication of Self._

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.

276 Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M.

_The Offered Heart._

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.

Baltzell

277 Entire Consecration. 7s.

_Self-Dedication_

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!

Frances Ridley Havergal.

278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.

_Nearness to Christ Desired._

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.

M.A.W. Cook.

279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.

_Clinging to Christ._ (668)

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!

Charlotte Elliott.

280 Draw Me Nearer. P.M.

_Communion with Christ._

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.

Fanny J. Crosby.

281 Whiter Than Snow. 11s.

_Desire for Purity._

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.

James Nicholson.

282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M.

_Resting in Christ's Merits._

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.

E.A. Hoffman.

283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M.

_It Cleanseth Me._

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.

Mrs. Phoebe Palmer

284 Beulah Land. L.M.

_Rest of Faith._

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.

Edgar Page Stites.

285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D.

_Beulah Land._

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.

Rev. Wm. Hunter.

286 Ortonville. C.M.

_Christ Incomparable._ (590)

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.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

287 Ortonville. C.M.

_Christ Jesus, All in All._ (591)

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.

John Mason, 1683. _a._

288 Ortonville. C.M.

_Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._ (588)

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.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

289 Henry. C.M.

_Praise to Christ._ (596)

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.

Martin Madan (?), 1760.

290 Cambridge. C.M.

_The Incarnation._ (206)

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.

Anne Steele, 1760

291 St. Agnes. C.M.

_Jesus Our Joy._ (548)

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.

Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848.

292 St. Agnes. C.M.

_All-Absorbing Love._ (551)

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.

Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.

293 St. Agnes. C.M.

_Supreme Love to Christ._ (545)

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.

Philip Doddridge, 1750.

294 How I Love Jesus. C.M.

_The Dearest Name._ (537)

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.

Frederick Whitfield, 1859.

295 How I Love Jesus. C.M.

_The Precious Name._ (538)

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.

John Newton, 1779

296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

_The Joyful Prospect._

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.

Anon.

297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D.

_Praise to the Savior._ (622)

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?

Thomas Haweis, 1792.

298 Heavenly King. 7s. D.

_Rejoicing on the Way._ (612)

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.

John Cennick, 1742.

299 Atoning Lamb. 7s.

_Delight in Christ._ (575)

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.

Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657.
Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.

300 Luther. S.M.

_The Song of the Seraphs._ (349)

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!

Matthew Bridges, 1852.

301 Luther. S.M.

_The Song of Moses and the Lamb._ (350)

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.

William Hammond, 1745.
Altered by Martin Madan, 1760.

302 Greenwood. S.M.

_Living to God._ (562)

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.

John Austin, 1668.

303 Ariel. C.P.M.

_Christ's Character Appreciated._ (623)

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.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

304 Federal Street. L.M.

_Ashamed of Me._

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!

Joseph Grigg, 1765. _Ab. and alt._

305 Federal Street. L.M.

_All-Engrossing Love._ (509)

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!

Ray Palmer, 1869.

306 Federal Street. L.M.

_The Song of Songs._ (603)

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!"

James Montgomery, 1853.

307 New Haven. 6s & 4s.

_Looking to Jesus._ (587)

My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary; Savior divine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, Oh! may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire!