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Francis S. Key·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
Verse 2
Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away:
Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
Verse 3
Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless:
Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure,
Love’s pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.
Francis S. Key, “Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 122 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Sanctuary
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
Verse 2
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
Verse 3
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
Verse 4
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Verse 5
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Isaac Watts, “Come, We That Love the Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 130 · S.M. · Peterborough (Monk)
William Hammond·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour’s Name.
Verse 2
Sing of His dying love;
Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore.
Verse 3
Sing, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
Verse 4
Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ the Eternal King.
Verse 5
Soon shall ye hear Him say,
“Ye blessed children, come;”
Soon will He call you hence away,
And take His wanderers home.
William Hammond, “Awake, and Sing the Song”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 153 · S.M. · Day of Praise
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.
Verse 2
But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
“Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord.”
Verse 3
My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.
Verse 4
To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.
Verse 5
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.
Isaac Watts, “How Sad Our State by Nature Is!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 182 · C.M · Downs
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Augustus M. Toplady·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.
Verse 2
Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Verse 3
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Verse 4
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 21 · 7.7.7.7.7.7. · Reliance
Walter Shirley, 1770 (based on James Allen, 1757): verse 3, l. 4, alt.·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner’s dying Friend.
Verse 2
Here I’ll sit, for ever viewing
Mercy’s streams in streams of blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
Verse 3
Truly blessed is this station,
Low before His cross to lie,
While I see Divine compassion
Pleading in His languid eye.
Verse 4
Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I’ll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 218 · 8.7.8.7. · Dorrnance
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
Verse 2
Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears
Can bear my awful load.
Verse 3
Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
Verse 4
Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.
Verse 5
Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.
Verse 6
I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love Divine;
And, with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 243 · S.M. · (St. Andrew)
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own.
Verse 2
Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest:
O ’tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me;
O ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Verse 3
Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
What a Father’s smile is thine,
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Verse 4
Haste, then, on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission;
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 263 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Crucifer
Elizabeth Coduer·Modern
Verse 1
Lord! I hear of showers of blessing,
Thou art scattering, broad and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let their fullness fall on me.
Refrain
Even me, even me,
Let their fullness fall on me.
Verse 2
Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!
Sinful, though my heart may be;
Thou might’st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy fall on me.
Verse 3
Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favor;
When thou comest, call for me.
Verse 4
Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus’ merit,
Speak the word of power to me.
Verse 5
Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me.
Verse 6
Love of God, so pure and changeless,--
Blood of God, so rich and free,--
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,--
Magnify them all in me.
Elizabeth Coduer, “Lord! I Hear of Showers of Blessing”
Otterbein 1890 No. 269 · 8s & 7s · Even Me
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Joseph Hart·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.
Verse 2
Cheer our desponding hearts,
Thou heavenly Paraclete;
Give us to lie with humble hope
At our Redeemer’s feet.
Verse 3
Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.
Verse 4
Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesus’ blood,
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.
Verse 5
’Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life on every part,
And new-create the whole.
Verse 6
Dwell therefore in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;
Then we shall know, and praise, and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.
Joseph Hart, “Come, Holy Spirit, Come”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 270 · S.M. · Newland
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Verse 2
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.
Verse 3
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Verse 4
Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!
Verse 5
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts, “Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 277 · C.M. · St. Agnes
George Rawson, 1853, 1876·Modern
Verse 1
Come to our poor nature’s night
With Thy blessed inward light,
Holy Ghost the Infinite,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 2
We are sinful—cleanse us, Lord;
Sick and faint, Thy strength afford;
Lost, until by Thee restored,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 3
Orphans are our souls, and poor;
Give us from Thy heavenly store
Faith, love, joy for evermore,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 4
Like the dew Thy peace distil;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
Things of Christ unfolding still,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 5
Gentle, awful, holy Guest,
Make Thy temple in each breast;
There Thy presence be confessed,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 6
With us, for us, intercede,
And with voiceless groanings plead
Our unutterable need,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 7
In us, “Abba, Father,” cry,
Earnest of the bliss on high,
Seal of immortality,
Comforter Divine.
Verse 8
Search for us the depths of God;
Upwards, by the starry road,
Bear us to Thy high abode,
Comforter Divine.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 278 · 7.7.7.5. · (Lux Vespera)
John Stocker·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine,
Let Thy light within me shine;
All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me full of heaven and love.
Verse 2
Speak Thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in His precious blood.
Verse 3
Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe Thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.
Verse 4
Let me never from Thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way,
Fill my soul with joy Divine,
Keep me, Lord, for ever Thine.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 281 · 7.7.7.7. · (Mercy)
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
Refrain
Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
Verse 2
Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.
Verse 3
Let me love thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.
Fanny J. Crosby, “Savior, More Than Life to Me”
Otterbein 1890 No. 309 · P.M · Every Day and Hour
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
D. W. Whittle·Modern
Verse 1
“There shall be showers of blessing;”
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.
Refrain
Showers, showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need;
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
Verse 2
“There shall be showers of blessing;“--
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.
Verse 3
“There shall be showers of blessing;”
Send them upon us, O Lord!
Grant to us now a refreshing,
Come, and now honor thy Word.
Verse 4
“There shall be showers of blessing;”
Oh, that to-day they might fall,
Now as to God we’re confessing,
Now as on Jesus we call!
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 315 · P.M · Showers of Blessing
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
Verse 2
Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
Verse 3
What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.
Verse 4
Return, oh, holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from, my breast.
Verse 5
The dearest idol I have known,
Whatever that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
Verse 6
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
William Cowper, “Oh, for a Closer Walk with God!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 330 · C.M · Balerma
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free--
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me;--
Verse 2
A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
Verse 3
Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within;--
Verse 4
A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
Verse 5
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart--
Thy new, best name of Love.
Charles Wesley, “Oh, for a Heart to Praise My God”
Otterbein 1890 No. 331 · C.M · Balerma
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Verse 1
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Verse 2
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved:
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Verse 3
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
Verse 4
The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Otterbein 1890 No. 332 · C.M · Balerma
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Anonymous
Verse 1
We bless thee for thy peace, O God
Deep as the soundless sea,
Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of those who trust in thee.
Verse 2
That peace which suffers and is strong,
Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial way too long,
But leaves the end with thee;--
Verse 3
That peace which flows serene and deep,
A river in the soul,
Whose banks a living verdure keep;
God’s sunshine o’er the whole.
Verse 4
Such, Father! give our hearts such peace,
Whate’er the outward be,
Till all life’s discipline shall cease,
And we go home to thee.
Anonymous, “We Bless Thee for Thy Peace, O God”
Otterbein 1890 No. 333 · C.M · Evan
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast.”
Verse 2
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.
Verse 3
I heard the voice of Jesus say
”Behold! I freely give
The living water; thirsty one!
Stoop down, and drink, and live.”
Verse 4
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.
Verse 5
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto me; thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright.”
Verse 6
I looked to Jesus, and I found,
In him my Star, my Sun;
And, in that light of life, I’ll walk
Till traveling days are done.
Horatius Bonar, “I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say”
Otterbein 1890 No. 334 · C.M. D · Varina
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How gentle God’s commands!
How kind his precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.
Verse 2
His bounty will provide;
His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears creation up,
Shall guard his children well.
Verse 3
Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Oh, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,
And peace and comfort find.
Verse 4
His Goodness Stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I’ll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
Philip Doddridge, “How Gentle God's Commands!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 335 · S.M · Dennis
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Grace! ’tis a charming sound
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Verse 2
Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Verse 3
Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
Verse 4
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone;
And well deserves the praise.
Otterbein 1890 No. 336 · S.M · Dennis
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Verse 2
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Savior there,
We shall be like our Head.
Verse 3
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Verse 4
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
Verse 5
We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry
And thou the kindred own.
Isaac Watts, “Behold What Wondrous Grace”
Otterbein 1890 No. 337 · S.M · Dennis
Robert Robinson·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount--I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.
Verse 2
Here I’ll raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God,
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
Verse 3
Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love--
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.
Robert Robinson, “Come, Thou Fount of Ev'ry Blessing”
Otterbein 1890 No. 338 · 8s & 7s. 6 or 8 lines · Nettleton
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
Verse 2
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with ev’ry breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
Verse 3
Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flow’r;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
Verse 4
But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Isaac Watts, “The Pity of the Lord”
Otterbein 1890 No. 339 · S.M · Braden
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
F. Bottome·Modern
Verse 1
Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!
I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!
O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the print of the nails in His hand.
Refrain
O sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Mighty to save.
Verse 2
Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!
No longer in dread condemnation I pine:
In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,
Who lifteth upon me the light of His face.
Verse 3
Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure;
No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest,
No tears but may dry them on Jesus’ breast.
Verse 4
O Jesus, the crucified! Thee will I sing;
My blessed Redeemer, my God and my King;
My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o’er the grave,
And triumph in death in the light of Thy grace.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 34 · 11s · Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
Verse 2
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing!
Verse 3
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Verse 4
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound:
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Charles Wesley, “Jesus, Lover of My Soul”
Otterbein 1890 No. 340 · 7s. D · Refuge
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Edward Hopper·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
Verse 2
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey thy will,
When thou say’st to them “Be still!”
Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
Verse 3
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
’Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee!”
Edward Hopper, “Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me”
Otterbein 1890 No. 341 · 7s, 6 lines · Pilot
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Jane E. Leeson·Modern
Verse 1
Savior! teach me, day by day,
Love’s sweet lesson to obey;
Sweeter lesson cannot be,
Loving him who first loved me.
Verse 2
With a child-like heart of love,
At thy bidding may I move;
Prompt to serve and follow thee,
Loving him who first loved me.
Verse 3
Teach me all thy steps to trace,
Strong to follow in thy grace;
Learning how to love from thee,
Loving him who first loved me.
Verse 4
Love in loving finds employ--
In obedience all her joy;
Ever new that joy will be,
Loving him who first loved me.
Jane E. Leeson, “Savior! Teach Me, Day by Day”
Otterbein 1890 No. 342 · 7s · Fulton
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Mad. Guyon·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O Lord, how full of sweet content
Our years of pilgrimage are spent!
Where’er we dwell, we dwell with thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
Verse 2
To us remains nor place nor time;
Our country is in every clime:
We can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
Verse 3
While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with our God to guide our way,
’Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Verse 4
Could we be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote we call,
Secure of finding God in all.
Mad. Guyon, “O Lord, How Full of Sweet Content”
Otterbein 1890 No. 343 · L.M · Oriel