With ashes who would grudge to part,
When called on angels' bread to feast.

5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till, in life's latest hour, I bow,

C. M. D.

L. M.

And bless in death a bond so dear.

PRESENT your bodies to the Lord,

A living sacrifice,

A holy offering unto him,

And pleasing in his eyes:

This is a service which ye owe,
And reasonably due;

For ye are not your own, ye know,
But Christ hath purchased you.

WE pray thee, wounded Lamb of God,
Cleanse us in thy atoning blood;
Grant us, by faith, to view thy cross,
Then life or death is gain to us.

2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever closed to all but thee;
Seal thou our breasts, and let us wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

3 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe;
Until we strength from thee derive,
And in communion with thee live.

4 Ah, Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.

5 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee both earth and heaven must bow; Help us to thee our all to give,

Thine may we die, thine may we live.

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

Tune 14.

2 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure, I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine

C. M.

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

332.

AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?

Tune 14.

It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go; one look from thee
Will more than make amends
For all the losses, I sustain,
Of credit, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair.

WITNESS, ye men and angels, now,
Before the Lord we speak;
To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break;

2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

Tune 14.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 Oh, guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

S. M.

And, while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn thou our prayers to praise.

334.

OH, what, if we are Christ's,
Is earthly shame or loss?

Tune 595.

Bright shall the crown of glory be,
When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once,
Bitter the cup of woe,

When martyred saints, baptized in blood,
Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above,

Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord, may

Like them, in faith, to bear
All that of sorrow, grief or pain
May be our portion here.

5 Enough, if thou at last

S. M.

The word of blessing give,
And let us rest beneath thy feet,
Where saints and angels live.

335.

A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify,

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.

2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill;

Tune 595.

Oh, may it all my powers engage,
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,

As in thy sight to live;

And oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare,
A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,

Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

7s.

336.

Tune 581.

BLESSED Saviour! thee I love,
All my other joys above:
All my hopes in thee abide,
Thou my hope, and naught beside:
Ever let my glory be,

Only, only, only thee.

2 Once again beside the cross,
All my gain I count but loss;
Earthly pleasures fade away,
Clouds they are that hide my day;
Hence, vain shadows! let me see
Jesus crucified for me.

3 Blessed Saviour! thine am I,
Thine to live, and thine to die;
Height, or depth, or creature power,
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more;
Ever shall my glory be,
Only, only, only thee.

5s & 11s.

337.

Tune 587 or 596.

Он, tell me no more

Of this world's vain store,

The time for such trifles with me now is o'er.

2 A country I've found,
Where true joys abound;

To dwell I'm determined on that happy ground.

3 The souls that believe,

In paradise live;

And me in that number will Jesus receive.

4 My soul, don't delay,

He calls thee away;

Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day.