GREENLAND 7s, 6s. D.

M. Haydn

CHORUS.

To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour!

My spirit turns for rest,

My peace is in Thy favor,

My pillow on Thy breast;
Though all the world deceive me,
I know that I am Thine,
And Thou wilt never leave me,

O blesséd Saviour mine.

2 In Thee my trust abideth,
On Thee my hope relies,
O Thou whose love provideth
For all beneath the skies;
O Thou whose mercy found me,
From bondage set me free,
And then for ever bound me
With threefold cords to Thee.

3 Alas, that I should ever
Have failed in love to Thee,
The only one who never
Forgot or slighted me!
O for that choicest blessing
Of living in Thy love,
And thus on earth possessing
The peace of heaven above.

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863

536

O JESUS, ever present,

O Shepherd, ever kind, Thy very name is music

To ear, and heart, and mind.
It woke my wondering childhood
To muse on things above;
It drew my harder manhood
With cords of mighty love.

2 How oft to sure destruction
My feet had gone astray,
Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd,
The guardian of my way!
How oft in darkness fallen,

And wounded sore by sin,
Thy hand has gently raised me,
And healing balm poured in.

3 O Shepherd good, I follow
Wherever Thou wilt lead;
No matter where the pastures,
With Thee at hand, to feed.
Thy voice, in life so mighty,
In death shall make me bold:
O bring my ransomed spirit
To Thine eternal fold.

Lawrence Tuttiett 1868

For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise
This, our sacrifice of praise.

2 For the beauty of each hour

Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon and stars of light;
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise
This, our sacrifice of praise.

3 For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child, Friends on earth, and friends above; For all gentle thoughts and mild: Christ, our God, to Thee we raise This, our sacrifice of praise.

4 For each perfect gift of Thine To our race so freely given, Graces, human and divine,

Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven: Christ, our God, to Thee we raise This, our sacrifice of praise.

5 For Thy Church that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Its pure sacrifice of love:
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise
This, our sacrifice of praise.

538

Folliott Sandford Pierpoint 1864

BLESSED Saviour, Thee I love,
All my other joys above;
All my hopes in Thee abide,
Thou my hope, and naught beside;
Ever let my glory be,
Only, only, only Thee.

3 Once again beside the cross,
All my gain I count but loss;
Earthly pleasures fade away;
Clouds they are that hide my day:
Hence, vain shadows, let me see
Jesus, crucified for me.

3 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,
Thine to live, and Thine to die.
Height or depth, or earthly power,
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more:
Ever shall my glory be,
Only, only, only Thee.

George Duffield 1851

B. Case

D. C.

539

JESUS, Name all names above,
Jesus, best and dearest;
Jesus, fount of perfect love,

Holiest, tenderest, nearest;
Jesus, source of grace completest,
Jesus purest, Jesus sweetest,

Jesus, well of power divine,

Make me, keep me, seal me Thine.

2 Jesus, open me the gate

Which the sinner entered, Who, in his last dying state,

Wholly on Thee ventured;

Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading,
And Thy passion interceding,

From my misery let me rise
To a home in Paradise.

3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me,
Scourged for my transgression,
Witnessing, through agony,

That Thy good confession;
Jesus, clad in purple raiment,
For my evil making payment;

Let not all Thy woe and pain,
Let not Calvary, be in vain.

4 When I cross death's bitter sea,
And its waves roll higher,
Help the more forsaking me

As the storm draws nigher;

Jesus, leave me not to languish,
Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish ;
Tell me, "Verily, I say,

Thou shalt be with Me to-day."

Theoctistus of the Studium, ab. 890 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862

Jesus comes, and all is light:
Blesséd Jesus, bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign,
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night Thine anger burns,
Morning comes, and joy returns:
God of comforts, bid me show
To Thy poor how much I owe.

Robert Murray McCheyne 1837

GALILEE 8s, 7s. D.

F. E. J. Lloyd

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As the Saviour,