As Thy love hath won us 4 Let Thine angels guide us; GOD 306 OD in heaven, hear our singing! Yet a great petition bringing, Father, now we come to Thee. W. Whiting. 2 Let Thy kingdom come, we pray Thee; 3 Let the sweet and joyful story Of the Savior's wondrous love, 4 Father, send the glorious hour! F. R. Havergal. 307 ERE behold me, as I cast me HER 'Neath Thy throne, O glorious King! Let me find Thee! Me, a poor and worthless thing. 2 Look upon me, Lord, I pray Thee, Let me find Thee!: || Take my heart and own me Thine! 3 Naught I ask for, naught I strive for, He hath all things who hath Thee. 4 Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure, I am Thine, O mighty Lord! J. Neander. C. Winkworth, Tr. 308 Y SOUL, be on thy guard! Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray! 3 Ne'er think the victory won, 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God! He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 309 EHOVAH, let me now adore Thee, Thou? G. Heath. Lord, as With songs I fain would come before Thee; alone Our songs can please Thee, through Thy blesséd Son. 2 Yes, draw me to the Son, O Father, That so the Son may draw me up to Thee; Let every power within me gather, To own Thy sway, O Spirit-rule in me, That so the peace of God may in me dwell, And I may sing for joy and praise Thee well. 3 Grant me Thy Spirit; then my praises Will sound aright, no jarring tone or word; Sweet are the songs the heart then raises, Then I can pray in truth and spirit, Lord; Thy Spirit bears mine up on eagles' wing, To join the psalms the heav'nly choirs now sing. 4 For He can plead for me with sighings An heir with Christ, and thus may dare to say, 5 When thus Thy Spirit in me burneth, And makes this cry to break from out my heart, Thy heart, O Father, toward me yearneth, And longs all precious blessings to impart; Thy ready love rejoiceth to fulfill The prayer breath'd out according to Thy, will. 6 And what Thy Spirit thus hath taught me To seek from Thee, must needs be such a prayer As Thou wilt grant, through Him who bought me, And raised me up to be Thy child and heir; In Jesus' name I fearless seek Thy face, And take from Thee, my Father, grace for grace. 7 O joy, our hope and trust are founded On His sure word and witness in the heart; I know Thy mercies are unbounded, And all good gifts Thou freely wilt impart, Nay, more is lavished by Thy bounteous hand Than we can ask or seek or understand. 8 O joy! In His name we draw near Thee, Who ever pleadeth for the sons of men; I ask in faith and Thou wilt hear me, In Him Thy promises are all Amen. O joy for me! And praise be ever Thine, Whose wondrous love has made such blessings mine! B. Crasselius. C. Winkworth, Tr. |