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Take me O my Father, take me

Author: Rev. Ray Palmer Appears in 145 hymnals Lyrics: 1 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 footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying, Take me to Thy love, my God. 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. 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. Amen.
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Take my life, and let it be

Author: Frances R. Havergal Appears in 1,218 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 2 Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee. 3 Take my voice, and let me sing, Always, only for my King. Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. 4 Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold. Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose. 5 Take my will, and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine. Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne. 6 Take my love; my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure-store. Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee. Amen.
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The day, O Lord, is spent

Author: Rev. John M. Neale Appears in 99 hymnals Lyrics: 1. The day, O Lord, is spent; Abide with us, and rest; Our hearts' desires are fully bent On making Thee our Guest. 2. We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet, Where holy angels round Thee stand, Whose sun can never set. 3. Our sun is sinking now; Our day is almost o'er; O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou Shine on us evermore. 4. From men below the skies, And all the heavenly host, To God the Father praise arise, The Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
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The head that once was crowned with thorns

Author: Rev. Thomas Kelly Appears in 515 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. 2 The highest place that heaven affords Is His, is His by right, The King of kings, and Lord of lords, And heaven's eternal Light: 3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below To whom He manifests His love And grants His Name to know. 4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given; Their name an everlasting name, Their joy the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with Him above, Their profit and their joy to know The mystery of His love. 6 The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Him; His people's hope, His people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. Amen.
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The heavens declare thy glory, Lord

Author: Rev. Isaac Watts Appears in 595 hymnals
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The morning light is breaking

Author: Rev. Samuel F. Smith Appears in 1,172 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears; The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears; Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war. 2 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above; While sinners, now confessing, The glory call obey, And seek the Saviour's blessing, A nation in a day. 3 Blest river of salvation, Pursue thy onward way; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay: Stay not till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home: Stay not till all the holy Proclaim, "The Lord is come!" Amen.
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Glory to God, our glad lips cry

Author: Rev. Alexander R. Thompson Appears in 39 hymnals First Line: The morning purples all the sky Lyrics: 1 The morning purples all the sky, The air with praises rings; Defeated hell stands sullen by, The world exulting sings: Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory, For Christ's great victory. 2 While He, the King, all strong to save, Rends the dark doors away, And through the breaches of the grave Strides forth into the day. Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory, For Christ's great victory. 3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison Fast fettered He has lain; But He has mastered death, is risen, And death wears now the chain. Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory, For Christ's great victory. 4 The shining angels cry, "Away With grief; no spices bring; Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, Should greet the rising King! Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory, For Christ's great victory. 5 That Thou our Paschal Lamb may'st be, And endless joy begin, Jesus, Deliverer, set us free From the dread death of sin. Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory, For Christ's great victory. Amen. Text Sources: Latin, c. 6th cent.
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The race that long in darkness pined

Author: Rev. John Morison Appears in 218 hymnals
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The radiant morn hath passed away

Author: Rev. Godfrey Thring Appears in 153 hymnals Lyrics: 1. The radiant morn hath passed away, And spent to soon her golden store; The shadows of departing day Creep on once more. 2. Our life is but a fading dawn; Its glorious noon how quickly past: Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone, Safe home at last. 3. O by Thy soul-inspiring grace Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look at that bright place Beyond the sky, 4. Where light, and life, and joy, and peace, In undivided empire reign, And thronging angels never cease Their deathless strain; 5. Where saints are clothed in spotless white, And evening shadows never fall, Where Thou, Eternal Light of Light, Art Lord of all. Amen.
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The saints of God their conflict past

Author: Bishop William D. Maclagan Appears in 70 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The saints of God! Their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord: O happy saints! for ever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe your rest! 2 The saints of God! Their wanderings done, No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appall: O happy saints! for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! 3 The saints of God! Life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: O happy saints! for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! 4 The saints of God their vigil keep While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies: O happy saints! rejoice and sing; He quickly comes, your Lord and King. 5 O God of saints, to Thee we cry, O Saviour, plead for us on high; O Holy Ghost, our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end; That with all saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with Thee. Amen.

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