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Saviour, breathe an evening blessing

Hymnal: BW1867 #198 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Savior, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing: Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow near us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh. 2 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. Should swift Death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb; May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. Topics: Family Worship Languages: English

Far from my thoughts, vain world begone!

Hymnal: BW1867 #199 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone! Let my religious hours alone: Fain would my eyes my Savior see; I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour! what delicious fare, How sweet Thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste, above, redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! In Thee Thy Father’s glories shine: Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, That eyes have seen, or angels known! Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English

Lord, remember me

Hymnal: BW1867 #200 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Thou from whom all goodness flows Lyrics: 1 O Thou from whom all goodness flows, I raise my soul to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Dear Lord, remember me! 2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, My pardon grant, new peace impart: Dear Lord, remember me! 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, Oh let my strength be as my day; Dear Lord, remember me! 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble frame should be, Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: Dear Lord, remember me! Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English

I love to steal a while away

Hymnal: BW1867 #201 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day, In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear; And all His promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore; And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

Hymnal: BW1867 #202 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh with what peace, and joy, and love, She holds discourse with God! 4 There, like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life! Sweet Source of light divine, And--all harmonious names in one-- My Saviour! Thou art mine! 6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love! A boundless, endless store Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more. Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English

When I survey the wondrous cross

Hymnal: BW1867 #203 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Topics: Self-Consecration Languages: English

Let thoughtless thousands choose the road

Hymnal: BW1867 #204 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Let thoughtless thousands choose the road That leads the soul away from God; This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely Thine. 2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, From Him my life, my all receive; To Him devote my fleeting hours, Serve Him alone with all my powers. 3 Christ is my everlasting all; To Him I look, on Him I call; He will my every want supply, In time, and through eternity. 4 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear; Soon shall I end my trials here; Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain; To live is Christ--to die is gain. 5 Soon will the saints in glory meet, Soon walk through every golden street, And sing on every blissful plain-- To live is Christ--to die is gain. Topics: Self-Consecration Languages: English

My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Hymnal: BW1867 #205 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing has half thy work to do Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 The little ants, for one poor grain, Labor, and toil, and strive; Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live! 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above; 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labored for our good-- How careless to secure that crown He purchased with His blood. 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still! And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill, Renew and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move, Upwards our souls shall rise; With hands of faith and wings of faith, We'll fly and take the prize. Topics: Self-Consecration Languages: English

Stand up, my soul, shake off Thy fear

Hymnal: BW1867 #206 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Stand up, my soul, shake off Thy fear, And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquished foes; Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when He rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on-- Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in Almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader’s praise. Topics: Self-Consecration Languages: English

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Hymnal: BW1867 #207 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be; Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought or hoped or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still mine own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me; They have left my Savior too; Human hearts and looks deceive me-- Thou art not, like man, untrue; And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate and friends disown me, Show Thy face, and all is bright. 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 'T will but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me; While Thy love is left to me; Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 4 Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, can'st thou repine? 5 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Topics: Self-Consecration Languages: English