182 And is it Thy Voice, Patient Saviour Patient Saviour 12 11 12 11 3 4 JOHN BACCHUS DYKES I. And is it Thy voice, pa-tient Sav-iour yet call-ing? And is it Thy 3 sad, earnest feat-ures I see? And is it Thine arm stretched to save me from fall-ing? And dost Thou yet bid me draw nigh un to Thee? A-men. 2 "O come unto Me all ye laden and weary, Yea, come unto Me all ye sad and opprest: Though dark be the pathway, the prospect all dreary, O come unto Me, and your souls shall find rest." 3 And art Thou my Saviour? and dost thou still tend me, E'en yet wilt Thou bear with me, watch, and befriend me, 4 "O come unto Me; I am meek, I am lowly, 5 I listen, my Saviour:-'tis Thou that art calling, I see Thee still smiling in pity on me; But draw me unto Thee, and save me from falling,- R. TOMLINS 183 Muriel C. M. O For a Closer Walk with God FREDERICK WILLIAM SCHLIEDER 1. O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine up - on the road That leads me to the Lamb! A-men. Copyright, 1910, by The Century Co. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 4 Return, O Holy Dove! return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, WILLIAM COWPER 184 Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me Gethsemane 777777 4 RICHARD REDHEAD 1. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide my self in Thee! 4 254 Let the wa ter and the blood, From Thy riv - en side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. A-men. 2 Not the labors of my hands 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: 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, Let me hide myself in Thee! Amen. AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY tence be-neath Thy feet: A gain to Thee our fee - ble voi - ces raise O by that Name in which all fulness dwells, O by that Love which every love excels, LUCY ELIZABETH GEORGINA WHITMORE 186 Saviour, When in Dust to Thee Spanish Chant 7777 7777 4 4 Spanish Melody 1. Sav-iour, when in dust to Thee Low we bow th' a dor - ing knee, When, re-pent - ant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weep-ing eyes, Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol-emn lit - a - ny. A-men. 2 By Thy helpless infant years, 3 By the sacred grief that wept |