RIVAULX L. M.

John B. Dykes, 1866

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Thou, Lord of hosts, whose guid-ing hand Has brought us here before Thy face,

Our spirits wait for Thy command, Our si-lent hearts implore Thy peace. A - men.

One cho - rus

let all beings raise, All na - ture's in- cense rise. A-men.

bring, Dear Lord, to Thee, Who hast done ev- 'ry-thing For all,

10 do Thy holy will,

To bear the cross,

To trust Thy mercy still
In pain or loss;

Poor gifts are these to bring,
Dear Lord, to Thee,
Who hast done everything
For all, and me.

2 For all Thy glorious earth,
Thy stars and flowers,
For love and gentle mirth,

For happy hours,

For good by which we live,
For sweet sunshine,
What recompense can give
This heart of mine?

3 Thou, who enthroned above

Dost hear our call,

O can our faithful love

Pay Thee for all?

Poor recompense to bring,

Dear Lord, to Thee,

Who hast done everything

For man and me.

Ascribed to George Cooper, c. 1880

Let the low-liest task be mine, Grate-ful, so the work be Thine.

A-men.

Take my mo-ments and my days; Let Them flow in cease-less praise.

1 TAKE my life, and let it be

Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

2 Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

3 Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use

Every power as Thou shalt choose.

4 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.

5 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 R. Havergal, 1874

Amen.