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Do you ask what most I prize?

Author: Rev. James Connor, 1824-1896; Rev. Johann Christoph Schwedler, 1672-1730 Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #480 (1920) Topics: Gratitude and love to Christ Languages: English Tune Title: HENDON

Jesus, the very thought of Thee

Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878; Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153 Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #487 (1920) Topics: Gratitude and love to Christ Languages: English Tune Title: ST. AGNES

O Saviour, precious Saviour

Author: Frances R. Havergal, 1836-1879 Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #501 (1920) Topics: Gratitude and love to Christ Languages: English

Jesus, my Lord, I thee adore

Author: Rev. Henry Collins, 1830— Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #488 (1920) Topics: Gratitude and love to Christ First Line: Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CHRISOSTOM

O love divine, how sweet thou art!

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #324 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Salvation through Jesus Christ Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love Lyrics: 1 O love divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my longing heart All taken up by Thee! I thirst, I faint, and die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me. 2 Stronger His love than death or hell, Its reaches are unsearchable; The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see, They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, and height. 3 O that I could forever sit, With Mary at the Master’s feet! Be this my happy choice, My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom’s voice. 4 O that I could with favour'd John Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer's breast! From care and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest. Scripture: Ephesians 3:17

The prize of our high calling

Author: J. Wesley; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #476 (1891) Topics: Christ Gratitude to; Christ Love for; Christ Love of for man; Christ Preciousness of; Consecration To Christ; Dependence on Christ; Entire sanctification and Christian growth; Prayer For perfect peace and love First Line: Jesus, thy boundless love to me Scripture: Philippians 3:14 Languages: English

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #328 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Salvation through Jesus Christ Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love Lyrics: 1 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, O how free! 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all; He sav'd me from my lost estate, His loving-kindness, O how great! 3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving-kindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud, He near my soul has always stood, His loving-kindness, O how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart; But though I have him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail; O! may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. 7 Then let me mount and soar away, To the bright worlds of endless day, And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. Scripture: Psalm 63:7

O love divine! what hast thou done!

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #330 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Salvation through Jesus Christ Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love Lyrics: 1 O love divine! what hast thou done! Th'immortal God hath died for me! The Father's coeternal Son, Bore all my sins upon the tree: Th'immortal God for me hath died: My Lord, my Love, is crucified. 2 Behold and love, ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his? Come, feel with me his blood applied; My Lord, my Love, is crucified: 3 Is crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood; Pardon for all flows from his side: My Lord, my love, is crucified. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream: All things for him account but loss, And give up all our hearts to him; Of nothing think or speak beside, The Lord, my Love is crucified.

Hail, boundless love, that first began

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #334 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Salvation through Jesus Christ Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love Lyrics: 1 Hail, boundless love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man! Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding-place. 2 Against the God that rules the sky I fought with hands uplifted high; Despis'd his rich, abounding grace, Too proud to seek a hiding-place. 3 But thus th'eternal counsel ran, "Almighty love arrest that man;" I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding-place. 4 Indignant justice stood in view, To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; But justice cry'd with frowning face, "This mountain is no hiding-place." Scripture: Isaiah 32:2

We sing the wise, the gracious plan

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #339 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Salvation through Jesus Christ Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love Lyrics: 1 We sing the wise, the gracious plan, Which God devis'd ere time began, At length disclos'd in all its light; We bless the wondrous birth of love, Which beams around us from above, With grace so free and hope so bright. 2 Here has the wise eternal mind In Christ, their common head, conjoined Gentiles and Jews, and earth and heaven. Through him from the great Father's throne, Rivers of bliss come rolling down, And endless peace and life are giv'n. 3 No more the awful cherubs guard The tree of life with flaming sword, To drive afar man's trembling race. At Salem's pearly gates they stand, And smiling wait, a friendly band, To welcome strangers to the place. 4 While we expect that glorious sight, Love shall our hearts with theirs unite, And ardent hope our bosoms raise. From earth's low cottages of clay, To those resplendent realms of day. We'll try to send the sounding praise.