Some Hymns

GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT Israel's strength and consolation, Master, speak!
and make me ready,

JEHOVAH Hope of all Thy saints Thou art; When Thy voice is truly heard,
Dear desire of every nation, With obedience glad and steady,
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Joy of every longing heart. Still to follow every word
Pilgrim through this barren land; I am listening, Lord, for Thee:
I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Born Thy people to deliver, Master, speak, oh, speak to me!
Hold me with Thy pow’rful hand. Born a child and yet a King,
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Born to reign in us forever, Speak to me by name, O Master,
Feed me now and evermore; Now Thy gracious kingdom bring. Let me know it is to me;
Feed me now and evermore. By Thine own eternal Spirit Speak, that I may follow faster,
Rule in all our hearts alone; With a step more firm and free,
Open now the crystal fountain, By Thine all sufficient merit, Where the Shepherd leads the flock
Whence the healing stream doth flow; Raise us to Thy glorious throne. In the shadow of the Rock!
Let the fire and cloudy pillar By Thine all sufficient merit,
Lead me all my journey through. Raise us to Thy glorious throne. TAKE MY LIFE AND LET IT BE
Strong Deliv’rer, strong Deliv’rer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield; MASTER, SPEAK, THY SERVANT Take my life, and let it be
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield. HEARETH Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
When I tread the verge of Jordan, Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Bid my anxious fears subside; Waiting for Thy gracious word, Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Death of death and hell’s Destruction, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth
Land me safe on Canaan’s side. Master, let it now be heard. Take my hands, and let them move
Songs of praises, songs of praises, I am list’ning, Lord, for Thee; At the impulse of Thy love;
I will ever give to Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? Take my feet and let them be
I will ever give to Thee. Swift and beautiful for Thee,
Master, speak! though least and Swift and beautiful for Thee.
COME THOU LONG EXPECTED lowest,
JESUS Let me not unheard depart; Take my voice, and let me sing
Master, speak! for oh, Thou knowest Always, only, for my King;
Come, Thou long expected Jesus All the yearning of my heart. Take my lips, and let them be
Born to set Thy people free; Knowest all its truest need; Filled with messages from Thee,
From our fears and sins release us, Speak! and make me blest indeed. Filled with messages from Thee.
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Take my silver and my gold; Upward I look, and see Him there Wounded and weary, help me I pray!
Not a mite would I withhold; Who made an end to all my sin. Power, all power, surely is thine!
Take my intellect, and use Because the sinless Savior died, Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!
Every power as Thou shalt choose, My sinful soul is counted free;
Every power as Thou shalt choose. For God the just is satisfied Have thine own way, Lord!
To look on Him and pardon me Have thine own way!
Take my will, and make it Thine; To look on Him and pardon me Hold o’er my being absolute sway.
It shall be no longer mine. Fill with thy Spirit till all shall see
Take my heart; it is Thine own; Behold Him there, the Risen Lamb Christ only, always, living in me!
It shall be Thy royal throne, My perfect, spotless righteousness,
It shall be Thy royal throne. The great unchangeable I am, WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS
The King of glory and of grace! CROSS
Take my love; my Lord, I pour One with Himself I cannot die
At Thy feet its treasure-store. My soul is purchased by His blood When I survey the wondrous cross
Take myself, and I will be My life is hid with Christ on high, On which the Prince of glory died,
Ever, only, all for Thee, With Christ, my Savior and my God My richest gain I count but loss,
Ever, only, all for Thee. And pour contempt on all my pride.
HAVE THINE OWN WAY, LORD
BEFORE THE THRONE OF GOD Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
ABOVE Have thine own way, Lord! Save in the death of Christ my God!
Have thine own way! All the vain things that charm me
Before the throne of God above Thou art the potter, I am the clay. most,
I have a strong and perfect plea: Mold me and make me after thy will, I sacrifice them to His blood.
A great High Priest, whose name is while I am waiting, yielded and still.
Love, See from His head, His hands, His
Who ever lives and pleads for me. Have thine own way, Lord! feet,
My name is graven on His hands, Have thine own way! Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
My name is written on His heart; Search me and try me, Savior today! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
I know that while in heaven He stands Wash me just now, Lord, wash me Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
No tongue can bid me thence depart just now,
No tongue can bid me thence depart. as in thy presence humbly I bow. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
When Satan tempts me to despair, Have thine own way, Lord! Love so amazing, so divine,
And tells me of the guilt within, Have thine own way! Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT Israel's strength and consolation, Master, speak!

and make me ready,

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