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454 VESPER HYMN 8.7.8.7.D.

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Arr. by Sir John A. Stevenson, 1818

1 Take me, O my Father, take me; Take me, save me, through Thy Son;

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That which Thou wouldst have me, make me, Let Thy will in me be done.

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456 SOHO C. M.

Sir Joseph Barnby, 1881

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1 Come, let us to the Lord our God With con trite hearts re

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3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned; 5 As dew upon the tender herb,
The dawn shall bring us light:
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.

As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground;

6 So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

Rev. John Morison, 1781 in Scottish "Translations and Paraphrases"

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(ST. SYLVESTER) 8. 7. 8. 7.
1 Lord, Thy mercy now entreating,
Low before Thy throne we fall;
Our misdeeds to Thee confessing,
On Thy Name we humbly call.

2 Sinful thoughts and words unloving
Rise against us one by one;
Acts unworthy, deeds unthinking,
Good that we have left undone.

3 Hearts that far from Thee were
straying,

While in prayer we bowed the knee; Lips that, while Thy praises sounding, Lifted not the soul to Thee;

4 Precious moments idly wasted,
Precious hours in folly spent;
Christian vow and fight unheeded;
Scarce a thought to wisdom lent.

5 Lord, Thy mercy still entreating,
We with shame our sins would own;
From henceforth, the time redeeming,
May we live to Thee alone.

6 Heavenly Father, bless Thy children;
Hearken from Thy throne on high;
Loving Saviour, Holy Spirit,
Hear and heed our humble cry.

"A. N.," in "The Scottish Hymnal," 1884

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6 Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place,
Lest we lose this day of grace
Ere we shall behold Thy face.

Rev. Isaac Williams, 1842: verse 3, lines 1, 2; verse 6, line 1, alt.

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Our misdeeds to Thee confess -ing, On Thy Name we humbly call.

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2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?

Before the whiteness of that throne appear?

Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.

3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,

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'Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.

5 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.

6 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.

Rev. Samuel J. Stone, 1866 (Text of 1868)

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