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Take my life and let it be

Author: Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-1879 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #327b (1917) Topics: Voice, of Jesus Consecrated 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 silver and my gold Not a mite would I withhold: Take my intellect and use Every power as Thou shalt choose. 4 Take my voice and let me sing Always, only, for my King; Take my lips and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBER

There is a hope, a blessed hope

Author: H. H. Hawley Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Devotion #380 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Hope star and voice; The Hope, the Star, the Voice Languages: English

Angels of Jesus, angels of light

Author: Dr. F. W. Faber, 1814-1863 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #406 (1917) Topics: Voice, of Jesus First Line: Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling Lyrics: 1 Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Refrain: Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;" And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. [Refrain] 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, King Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. [Refrain] 4 Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and dark-some night be passed; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. [Refrain] 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: PILGRIMS

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound!

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #880 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Voice from the Grave Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry:-- Ye living men! come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. 2 Princes! this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more! 4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace To fit our souls to fly; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Scripture: Job 3:19

There is a God, all nature speaks

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #XI (1789) Topics: Creation, Preservation, and temporal Blessings The Voice of Nature Lyrics: 1 There is a God, all nature speaks, Thro' earth, and air, and seas, and skies, See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads; And health and plenty smile around; And fruitful fields, and verdant meads, Are with a thousand blessings crown'd. 4 The flow'ry tribes, all blooming, rise Above the weak attempts at art; Their bright, inimitable dyes Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 5 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of the God, And bow before him, and adore. Languages: English