397

4

If done to obey Thy laws,
Even servile labors shine:
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.

John Wesley. 1739.

From George Herbert. 1632.

Höchster Priester, der Du Dich.

1 GREAT High-Priest, who deignedst to be

Once the Sacrifice for me,

Take this living heart of mine,
Lay it on Thy holy shrine.

2 As Thy Love accepteth nought
Save what Love itself hath wrought,
Offer Thou my sacrifice,

Else to God it cannot rise.

3 Slay in me the wayward will,
Earthly lust and passion kill:
Tear all sin from out my heart,
Though it cost me bitter smart.
4 So may God the Righteous brook
On my sacrifice to look:

398

In whose sight no gift has worth,
Save a Christ-like life on earth.

7s.

Miss Winkworth. 1855. a.
Tr. Angelus Silesius. 1657.

L. M.

1 My Savior, how shall I proclaim,
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Let all I have, and all I am,

Ceaseless to all Thy glory show.
2 Too much to Thee I cannot give:
Too much I cannot do for Thee:
Let all Thy Love, and all Thy grief,
Graven on my heart forever be!
John Wesley. 1740.

Tr. Paul Gerhardt. 1653.

399

1 BEING of beings, God of love,

To Thee our hearts we raise;
Thy all-sustaining power we prove,
And gladly sing Thy praise.

2 Thine, wholly Thine, we long to be;
Our sacrifice receive!

C. M.

Made, and preserved, and saved by Thee,
To Thee ourselves we give.

3 Come, Holy Ghost, the Savior's love
Shed in our hearts abroad;

So shall we ever live and move
And be with Christ in God.

400

C. Wesley. 1739.

7's.

1 GOD of all-redeeming grace,
By Thy pardoning Love compelled,
Up to Thee our souls we raise,
Unto Thee our bodies yield.

2 Thou our sacrifice receive,

Acceptable through Thy Son,
While to Thee alone we live,

While we die to Thee alone.

3 Just it is, and good, and right,
That we should be wholly Thine;
In Thy only will unite,

In Thy blessed service join.

4 0 that every thought and word
Might proclaim how good Thou art!
Holiness unto the Lord

Still be written on our heart.

C. Wesley. 1745.

401

402

1 LORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart and free,

2

Myself, my residue of days,
I consecrate to Thee.

Thy ransomed servant, I
Restore to Thee Thy own;

And from this moment live or die
To serve my God alone.

S. M.

C. Wesley. 1762.

1 FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One in Three, and Three in One,
As by the celestial host,

Let Thy will on earth be done!
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven.
2 If so poor a worm as I

May to Thy great glory live,
All my actions sanctify,

All my words and thoughts receive:
Claim me for Thy service, claim
All I have, and all I am.

3 Take my soul and body's powers:
Take my memory, mind, and will;
All my goods and all my hours,
All I know and all I feel:
All I think, and speak, and do;
Take my heart, but make it new!

4 Now, O God, Thine own I am :

Now I give Thee back Thine own;
Freedom, friends, and health, and fame,
Consecrate to Thee alone.

Thine I live, thrice happy I;

Happier still, if Thine I die.

7s.

C. Wesley. 1745.

403

C. M.
1 How blesséd, from the bonds of sin
And earthly fetters free,
In singleness of heart and aim
Thy servant, Lord, to be!
The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at Thy command,
The meanest office to receive
With meekness at Thy hand!

2 With willing heart and longing eyes
To watch before Thy gate,
Ready to run the weary race,
To bear the heavy weight;
No voice of thunder to expect,
But follow calm and still,
For love can easily divine
The One Beloved's will.

3 Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord!
Thus ever Thine alone,

My soul and body given to Thee,
The purchase Thou hast won:
Through evil or through good report
Still keeping by Thy side,
By life or death, in this poor flesh
Let Christ be magnified!

4 How happily the working-days
In this dear service fly!

How rapidly the closing hour,
The time of rest, draws nigh!
When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company,

And ever where the Master is,
Shall His blest servants be.

H. L. L. 1853.

Tr. Charles John Spitta. d. 1859.

404

10 THOU best Gift of Heaven!
Thou who Thyself hast given,-

For Thou hast died!

This Thou hast done for me:
What have I done for Thee,
Thou Crucified?

2 I long to serve Thee more:
Reveal an open door,
Savior, to me :

Then, counting all but loss,
I'll glory in Thy Cross,
And follow Thee.

3 Do Thou but point the way,
And give me strength to obey;
Thy will be mine:

Then can I think it joy
To suffer or to die,

Since I am Thine.

6, 4.

[Unknown. 1858.

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1

2

HOLINESS.

Rerum Creator omnium.

S. M.

CREATOR of mankind,

Thy promised help we claim,

That so our life Thou mayst not find

Unworthy of our name.

If Thou Thy grace deny,

We cannot rightly strive;

In Thee alone to sin we die,

In Thee alone we live.

3

Our goings, Lord, uphold,

Till this dark vale be passed;

Till through temptations manifold
We reach Thy rest at last.