4 God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, Three in One.
I, baptized into Thy name,
As Thy child Thy blessing claim:
Grant that in Thy covenant grace
I my trust in Thee may place,
Till in heaven I see Thy face.

5 Jesus, let my soul be fed
With Thyself, the living bread,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed,
And Thy cleansing blood I need;
Let it cleanse from sin and shame,
That Thy death I may proclaim,
And forever bless Thy name.

B. Pedersen, 1608

111 C. M.

W. H. Havergal, 1846

My God, ac- cept my heart this day, And make it

always Thine,

That

I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee de

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2 Before the cross of Him who died,
Behold I prostrate fall;

Let every sin be crucified,

Let Christ be all in all!

3 Anoint me with Thy Spirit's grace,
And seal me for Thine own;
That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship at Thy throne!

4 May the dear blood, once shed for me,
My blest atonement prove,

That I from first to last may be
The purchase of Thy love!

5 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!

M. Bridges, 1848

lands that in dark-ness have lain! Hush'd be the ac-cents of sor-row and

3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing,
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing,
Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song.

4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean,
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;
Fallen are the engines of war and commotion,
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.

T. Hastings, 1832

Each breeze that sweeps the Ocean Brings ti-dings from

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114 8, 7. 8L.

G. F. Le Jeune, 1872

Savior, sprinkle many na-tions, Fruit-ful let Thy sorrows be!

Let them see Thee in Thy glo- ry, And Thy mer-cy man-i-fold!

2 Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for Thee each mortal breast:
Human tears for Thee are flowing,
Human hearts in Thee would rest.
Thirsting, as for dews of even,

As the new-mown grass for rain,
Thee they seek, as God of heaven,
Thee as man for sinners slain.

3 Savior, lo, the isles are waiting,

Stretched the hand, and strained the sight,

For Thy Spirit new-creating,

Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light.

Give the word, and of the preacher

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue,

Till on earth, by every creature,

Glory to the Lamb be sung.