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Matthew Bridges·Modern
Verse 1
My God, accept my heart this day,
And make it always Thine,
That I from Thee no more may stray,
No more from Thee decline.
Verse 2
Before the cross of Him who died,
Behold, I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified,
Let Christ be all in all.
Verse 3
Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
Adopt me for Thine own,
That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship at Thy throne.
Verse 4
Let every thought, and work, and word,
To Thee be ever given;
Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of heaven.
Matthew Bridges, “My God, Accept My Heart This Day”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 318 · C.M. · St. Peter
John J. Cummins·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, Lord of life and glory,
Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear;
While our waiting souls adore Thee,
Friend of helpless sinners, hear:
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.
Verse 2
From the depths of nature’s blindness,
From the hardening power of sin,
From all malice and unkindness,
From the pride that lurks within,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.
Verse 3
When temptation sorely presses,
In the day of Satan’s power,
In our times of deep distresses,
In each dark and trying hour,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.
Verse 4
When the world around is smiling,
In the time of wealth and ease,
Earthly joys our hearts beguiling,
In the day of health and peace,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.
Verse 5
In the weary hours of sickness,
In the times of grief and pain,
When we feel our mortal weakness,
When the creature’s help is vain,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.
Verse 6
In the solemn hour of dying,
In the awful judgment day,
May our souls, on Thee relying,
Find Thee still our Rock and Stay:
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.
John J. Cummins, “Jesus, Lord of Life and Glory”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 499 · 8.7.8.7.4.7. · St. Austin
Verses 1, 3, Rev. John Keble, 1819: verses 2, 4, added, Mitre Hy. Bk., 1836·Modern
Verse 1
Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is Christ’s abode.
Verse 2
The Lord, who left the sky
Our life and peace to bring,
And dwelt in lowliness with men,
Their Pattern and their King,—
Verse 3
Still to the lowly soul
He doth Himself impart;
And for His cradle and His throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.
Verse 4
Lord, we Thy presence seek;
Ours may this blessing be;
O give the pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 585 · S.M. · St. George