2 Yet He found me; I beheld Him
Bleeding on the accursed tree,

Heard Him pray, "Forgive them, Father!"
And my wistful heart said faintly,
"Some of self, and some of Thee."

3 Day by day His tender mercy,
Healing, helping, full and free,

Sweet and strong, and, ah! so patient,
Brought me lower, while I whispered,
"Less of self, and more of Thee."
4 Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered;
Grant me now my supplication,
"None of self, and all of Thee."

549 (BROCKLESBURY) 8.7.8.7.
1 Something every heart is loving; -
None but Christ can bring it rest:
Lord, my heart to Thee is given;
Take it, for it loves Thee best.

2 Though the world were set beside Thee,

Still my heart would choose Thee now; Naught on earth and naught in heaven Seems so beautiful as Thou.

Rev. Theodore Monod, 1874

3 Radiant with the Father's glory
Is the vision of Thy face,
Bright with Thine own loving-kindness,
Full of pity, full of grace.

4 Keep my heart still true and faithful,
That my earthly life may be
Like a vesture of the glory
Of my hidden life in Thee.

Gerhard Tersteegan, 1745. Trans. by Mrs. Emma F. Bevan, 1858, and the Editor, 1910

2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.

4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus' keeping we are safe and they.

5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.

BROCKLESBURY 8.7.8.7.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875

Mrs. Charlotte A. Barnard, 1868

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Lord, my heart to Thee is giv - en; Take it, for it loves Thee best. A-MEN.

1 Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, Christ, the Spring of all my joy, Still in Thee may

I be found, Still for Thee my powers em - ploy, Still for Thee my powers em-ploy. A-MEN.

552 WAVERTREE 8.8.8.8.8.8.

William Shore, 1840

Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower; Thee will I
Thee will I love with all my power, In all my

love, my Joy, my Crown; works, and Thee alone;

Thee will I love, till sacred fire Fills my whole soul with pure desire.

A - MEN.