Priscilla J. Owens.

256 Ortonville.  C.M.

Prayer for Entire Purification. (649)

Forever here my rest shall be,
  Close to thy bleeding side;
’Tis all my hope and all my plea,
  “For me the Savior died.”

2 My dying Savior and my God,
  Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
  And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me and make me thus thine own,
  Wash me, and mine thou art! 
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
  My hands, my head, my heart!

4 Th’ atonement of thy blood apply
  Till faith to sight improve,
Till hope in full fruition die,
  And all my soul be love.

     Charles Wesley, 1740.

257 Ortonville.  C.M.

The Believer’s Rest. (654)

Lord, I believe a rest remains
  To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
  And thou art loved alone.

2 A rest where all our soul’s desire
  Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
  Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,
  Believe and enter in: 
Now, Savior, now the power bestow,
  And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove this hardness from my heart;
  This unbelief remove: 
To me the rest of faith impart—­
  The Sabbath of thy love.

     Charles Wesley.

258 Ortonville.  C.M.

Longing for Christ. (648)

Oh! could I find from day to day,
  A nearness to my God;
Then should my hours glide sweet away,
  And live upon thy word.

2 Lord!  I desire with thee to live. 
  Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
  Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart
  And I’ll be wholly thine;
And never, nevermore depart;
  For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,
  Thy goodness I’ll adore;
And, when my flesh dissolves in death,
  My soul shall love thee more.

     Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.

259 Ortonville.  C.M.

Self-Dedication. (662)

Welcome, O Savior! to my heart;
  Possess thine humble throne;
Bid every rival hence depart,
  And claim me for thine own.

2 The world and Satan I forsake,—­
  To thee I all resign;
My longing heart, O Jesus! take,
  And make it all divine.

3 Oh! may I never turn aside,
  Nor from thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide—­
  I give it all to thee.

     Hugh Bourne, 1825.

260 Rhine.  C.M.

Prayer for Entire Sanctification. (652)

My God, I know, I feel thee mine,
  And will not quit my claim
Till all I have is lost in thine,
  And all renewed I am.