The Otterbein Hymnal - Part 47
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276 Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M.

_The Offered Heart._

Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it all thine own, Let thy Holy Spirit Break this heart of stone, And make me all thine own.

Cho.--Take my heart, and let it be Ev'ry moment more like thee; At thy feet I bow; Take my heart just now, And make me all thine own.

2 Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it pure and clean; Let thy blood, still flowing, Wash away my sin, And make me pure and clean.

3 Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it white as snow; May the cleansing fountain, May the precious flow, Still keep me white as snow.

Baltzell

277 Entire Consecration. 7s.

_Self-Dedication_

Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to thee; Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of thy love.

Cho.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood, Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood, Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be Thine, henceforth, eternally.

2 Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for thee; Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only for my King

3 Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages for thee; Take my silver and my gold-- Not a mite would I withhold.

4 Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in endless praise; Take my intellect, and use Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose.

5 Take my will, and make it thine; It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart,--it is thine own,-- It shall be thy royal throne.

6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour At thy feet its treasure-store!

Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for thee!

Frances Ridley Havergal.

278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.

_Nearness to Christ Desired._

Lord, weak and impotent I stand, As fettered by an unseen hand; Break thou the strong and subtle band, And draw me close to thee.

Cho.--Draw me close to thee, Savior, Draw me close to thee; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee.

2 In vain I struggle to be free; I would, but cannot, fly to thee; Ope thou the prison door for me, And draw me close to thee.

3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still, That thine own peace my soul may fill, And I may rest in thy sweet will; Lord, draw me close to thee.

4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide, And never wander from thy side; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee.

M.A.W. Cook.

279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.

_Clinging to Christ._ (668)

O holy Savior! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!

Cho.--Help me cling to thee, Savior, Help me cling to thee!

Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!

2 Without a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to thee!

3 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee!

Charlotte Elliott.

280 Draw Me Nearer. P.M.

_Communion with Christ._

I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, And it told thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to thee.

Ref.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To thy precious, bleeding side.

2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, By the pow'r of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in thine.

3 O the pure delight of a single hour That before thy throne I spend, When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my G.o.d, I commune as friend with friend.

4 There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea, There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with thee.

f.a.n.n.y J. Crosby.

281 Whiter Than Snow. 11s.

_Desire for Purity._

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want thee forever to live in my soul; Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Cho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice; I give up myself and whatever I know-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.