Arr. from Beethoven, 1824 231 THE HYMN TO JOY 8.7.8. 7. D. I Take me, O my Father, take me; Take me, save me, through Thy Son; 4 That which Thou wouldst have me, make me, Let Thy will in me be done. Long from Thee my foot - steps stray-ing, Thorn-y proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and pray-ing, Take me to Thy love, my God. A-MEN. 2 Fruitless years with grief recalling, This relenting heart of mine; Gift unworthy love like Thine. 3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying, Bore our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to Thee: Fold me to Thy loving breast; Rev. Ray Palmer, 1864 Sav . iour Divine: Now hear me while I pray, Take all my let me from this day Be wholly Thine. A - MEN. 2 May Thy rich grace impart As Thou hast died for me, 3 While life's dark maze I tread, 4 When ends life's transient dream, Blest Saviour, then, in love, O bear me safe above, A ransomed soul. Rev. Ray Palmer, 1830 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; A-MEN. 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt thou not accept my prayer? Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall! Lo, on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and behold I live! 4 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy Name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Rev. Charles Wesley, 1740 REFUGE 7. 7. 7. 7. D. I Je-sus, Lov-er of my soul, Let me to Thy bo-som fly, While the near er wa-ters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the ha-ven guide, O receive my soul at last. A-MEN. Hide me, O my Sav-iour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; D.C. A-MEN. |