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7s. LORD, for ever at Thy side
Let my place and portion be;
clothe me with humility.
All Thy Spirit hath revealed ;
Though the oracle be sealed. 3 Humble as a little child,
Weaned from the mother's breast,
On Thy faithful word I rest. 4 Israel now and evermore,
In the Lord Jehovah trust!
J. Montgomery. 453
2 Take my voice, and let me sing
3 Take my will, and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine ;
F. R. Havergal. 454
2 Thou alone my trust shalt be,
Thou alone canst comfort me ;
3 Thou has wrought this fond desire,
Kindled here this sacred fire,
88,78. 81. JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee ; Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, and hoped, and known, Yet how rich is my condition !
God and heav'n are still my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me ;
They have left my Saviour, 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 may shun me,
Show Thy face and all is bright. 3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure !
Come disaster, scorn and pain !
With Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have stayed my heart on Thee : Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me. 4 Man may trouble and distress me,
'T will but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
While Thy love is left to me;
Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 5 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee :
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine ? 6 Haste, then, 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,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
H. F. Lyte. 456
P. M. 8,5,8,3. I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Trusting only Thee ! Trusting Thee for full salvation,
Great and free.
At Thy feet I bow ;
In the crimson flood; Trusting Thee to make me holy
By Thy blood. 4 I am trusting Thee to guide me ;
Thou alone shalt lead, Every day and hour supplying
All my need. 5 I am trusting Thee for power,
Thine can never fail ; Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me
6 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus ;
Never let me fall;
F. R. Havergal.
8,8,8,6. GOD of my life, Thy boundless grace
Chose, pardoned, and adopted me ; My rest, my home, my dwelling-place ;
Father, I come to Thee. 2 Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield,
Whose precious blood was shed for me, Into Thy hands my soul I yield :
Saviour, I come to Thee. 3 Spirit of glory and of God,
Long hast Thou deigned my guide to be ; Now be Thy comfort sweet bestowed :
My God, I come to Thee. 4 I come to join that countless host
Who praise Thy name unceasingly ; Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, My God, I come to Thee.
Thy life was giv’n for me,
Thy blood, O Lord, was shed,
And quickened from the dead.
What have I giv'n for Thee ? 2 Long years were spent for me
In weariness and woe,