Arr. from Beethoven, 1824 231 THE HYMN TO JOY 8.7.8.7. D. I Take me, O my Father, take me; Take me, save me, through Thy Son; That which Thou wouldst have me, make me, Let Thy will in me be done. Long from Thee my foot - steps stray-ing, Thorn-y proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and pray-ing, Take me to Thy love, my God. A-MEN. 2 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin; At Thy feet, O Father, falling, To Thy household take me in. Freely now to Thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine; Freely life and soul I offer, Gift unworthy love like Thine. FLI 3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying, Bore our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to Thee: Father, take me; all forgiving, Fold me to Thy loving breast; In Thy love for ever living I must be for ever blest. Rev. Ray Palmer, 1864 |