Thou, Lord of hosts, whose guid-ing hand Has brought us here be - fore Thy face, Our spir - its wait for Thy command, Our si-lent hearts implore Thy peace. A - men. THOU, Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand Has brought us here before Thy face, Our spirits wait for Thy command, Our silent hearts implore Thy peace. 2 And now with hymn and prayer we stand To give our strength to Thee, great God. We would redeem Thy holy land, That land which sin so long has trod. 3 Send us where'er Thou wilt, () Lord, Through rugged toil and wearying fight; Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in Thee our truest might. 4 Send down Thy constant aid, we pray; Be Thy pure angels with us still; Thy truth, be that our firmest stay; Our only rest, to do Thy will. Octavius B. Frothingham, 1846 1 To bear the cross, In pain or loss; Dear Lord, to Thee, and 2 For all Thy glorious earth, Thy stars and flowers, For happy hours, For sweet sunshine, This heart of mine? For all, me. 3 Thou, who enthroned above Dost hear our call, Pay Thee for all ? Dear Lord, to Thee, Ascribed to George Cooper, c. 1890 Thou, the Car - pen ter of Naz- 'reth, Toil - ing for Thy dai ly By Thy pa-tience and Thy cour-age, Thou hast taught us toil is good. 1 ESUS, Thou divine Companion, food, A - men. té I Thou, the peace that passeth knowledge, Dwellest in the daily strife; In the sacrament of life. Thou hast come to join the workers, Burden-bearers of the earth. Toiling for Thy daily food, Thou hast taught us toil is good. 2 They who tread the path of labor Follow where Thy feet have trod; They who work without complaining Do the holy will of God. 3 Every task, however simple, Sets the soul that does it free; Done to man is done to Thee, Help us all to work our best; Henry van Dyke, 1909 Take my mo-ments and my days; Let Them flow in cease-less praise. A - men. I TAKE my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. 2 Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of Thy love. 3 Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold. 4 Take my will, and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine. 5 Take my love; my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure-store. Frances R. Havergal, 1874 |