2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,
  And will not let thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand
  And all thy goodness know.

3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love
  Shed in my heart abroad: 
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
  Rooted and fixed in God.

4 Refining fire, go through my heart,
  Illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy life through every part,
  And sanctify the whole.

     Charles Wesley.

261 Bemerton.  C.M.

Self-Consecration. (646)

My God! accept my heart this day,
  And make it always thine,
That I from thee no more may stray,
  No more from thee decline.

2 Before the cross of him who died,
  Behold I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified;
  Let Christ be All in All.

3 May the dear blood, once shed for me,
  My blest atonement prove,
That I, from first to last, may be
  The purchase of thy love.

4 Let every thought, and work, and word,
  To thee be ever given;
Then life shall be thy service, Lord! 
  And death the gate of heaven.

     Matthew Bridges, 1848.

262 Uxbridge.  L.M.

Living to Christ Alone. (815)

My gracious Lord!  I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates and obey.

2 What is my being, but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end? 
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ,
To spread a sounding name abroad.

4 ’Tis to my Savior I would live,
To him, who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

     Philip Doddridge. 1740.

263 Gratitude.  L.M.

God Wills Our Holiness. (679)

He wills that I should holy be;
That holiness I long to feel;
That full divine conformity
To all my Savior’s righteous will.

2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul Accomplished in the change of mine; And plunge me, every whit made whole, In all the depths of love divine.

3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed, And waits to prove thine utmost will; The promise by thy mercy made, Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.

4 No more I stagger at thy power, Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move; Hasten the long-expected hour, And bless me with thy perfect love.

     Charles Wesley.

264 Duane Street.  L.M.D.

The Way to God.

Jesus, my all, to heav’n is gone,
He whom I fixed my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I’ll pursue
The narrow way till him I view. 
The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment;
The King’s highway of holiness;
I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.