Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.

270 Even Me. 8s & 7s.

Self-Consecration. (524)

Take me, oh, my Father! take me,
  Take me, save me, through thy Son;
That which thou would’st have me, make me,
  Let thy will in me be done.

2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,
  Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying—­
  Take me to thy love, my God!

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,
  Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, O Father! falling,
  To thy household take me in.

4 Freely now to thee I proffer
  This relenting heart of mine;
Freely, life and soul I offer—­
  Gift unworthy love like thine.

5 Once the world’s Redeemer dying,
  Bore our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,
  Now I look in hope to thee.

6 Father! take me; all forgiving,
  Fold me to thy loving breast;
In thy hope forever living,
  I must be forever blest!

     Ray Palmer, 1865.

271 Ferguson.  S.M.

Restore My Peace. (637)

O Jesus! full of grace,
  To thee I make my moan: 
Let me again behold thy face—­
  Call home thy banished one.

2 Again my pardon seal,
  Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,
  And bid me sin no more.

3 Thine utmost mercy show;
  Say to my drooping soul—­
In peace and full assurance go;
  Thy faith hath made thee whole.

     Charles Wesley, 1756.

272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s.

Dependence on Christ.

I cannot do without thee,
  O Savior of the lost! 
Whose precious blood redeemed me
  At such tremendous cost.

Cho.—­I cannot, would not,
      Dare not, could not,
      Will not do without thee. 
      I have no strength or goodness,
      No wisdom of my own.

2 I cannot do without thee,
  I cannot stand alone;
I have no strength or goodness,
  No wisdom of my own.

3 I cannot do without thee,
  I do not know the way;
Thou knowest and thou leadest,
  And wilt not let me stray.

4 I cannot do without thee,
  For years are fleeting fast,
And soon, in solemn loneliness,
  The river must be passed.

     Frances H. Havergal, Alt.

273 Ferguson.  S.M.

Absorbed in Christ. (635)

Mine eyes and my desire
  Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
  And rest upon his word.

2 Lord, turn thee to my soul;
  Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
  From sin’s destructive snare?

3 When shall the sov’reign grace
  Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
  My wand’ring feet have trod?

4 Oh, keep my soul from death,
  Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have placed my only trust
  In my Redeemer’s name.