557 BERTHA C. M. Berthold Tours, 1872 1. Ac cord - ing to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will re 9* 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, I must remember Thee; 5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, James Montgomery, 1825 Arise to bless the dying race, As heralds of redeeming grace. Lord of the harvest, bid them rise, Trained by the influence of the skies, In wisdom, knowledge, grace to shine Till every kingdom shall be Thine. 2 "I'll make your great commission 4 "Teach all the nations My commands; known, I'm with you till the world shall end; I can destroy, and can defend." He spake, and light shone round His head; On a bright cloud to heaven He rode; Old Latin Melody 562 INTERCESSION L. M. 4 1. Bow down Thine ear, Al-might-y Lord, And hear Thy Church's suppliant cry For all who preach Thy saving word, And wait up on Thy min is try. His per-son bless, his soul secure, And make him to the end en - dure. 2 Gird him with all sufficient grace; |