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Cho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,
I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust in Jesus while I run my race,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust his promise, on his strength rely,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

4 I will keep on singing as I march along,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
In my home in glory this shall be my song,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

246 Only Trust Him. C.M.

_Peace in Believing._

Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;
And he will surely give you rest
By trusting in his word.

Cho.--Only trust him, only trust him,
Only trust him now;
He will save you, he will save you,
He will save you now.

2 For Jesus shed his precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.

3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in him without delay,
And you are fully blest.

4 Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.

J. H. Stockton.

247 Is My Name Written There? P.M.

_The Book of Life._

Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of thy kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,
Is my name written there?

Cho.--Is my name written there?
On the page white and fair?
In the book of thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?

2 Lord, my sins, they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But thy blood, oh, my Savior,
Is sufficient for me;
For thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow."

3 Oh, that beautiful city,
With its mansions of light,
With its glorified beings,
In pure garments of white;
Where no evil thing cometh
To despoil what is fair;
Where the angels are watching,
Yes, my name's written there.

Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.

248 Convert. P.M.

_Joy in Christ._

Oh, how happy are they
Who their Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasures above;
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus' name.

3 'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.

4 Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died
To redeem such a rebel as me.

5 On the wings of his love
I was carried above
All sin and temptation and pain,
And I could not believe
That I ever should grieve--
That I ever should suffer again.

6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of tire,
And the moon it was under my feet.

7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.

8 Never more will I stray
From my Savior away,
But I'll follow the Lamb till I die;
I will take up my cross,
And count all things but loss,
Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.

Charles Wesley.

249 Hallowed Spot. P.M.

_The Place of Conversion._ (249)

There is a spot to me more dear
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot to which affection's tear
Springs grateful from its fountain;
'Tis not where kindred souls abound--
Tho' that is almost heaven--
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.

2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long tossed upon the ocean,
Above me was the thunder's roar,
Beneath, the wave's commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me, faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groans
Ascend for years of error.

3 Sinking and panting as for breath,
I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--
Immortal Jesus, hear me.
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted glory, glory.

4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
My heart shall linger round thee:
And as from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.

William Hunter, D. D.

250 Boylston. S.M.

_The Need of Conversion_

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
"Ye must be born again!"

2 "Ye must be born again!"
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
'Tis life poor sinners need.

3 "Ye must be born again!"
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
'Tis he alone can save.

4 "Ye must be born again!"
Or never enter heaven;
'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.

Anon.

251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M.

_The Soul Redeemed._

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Cho.--It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--
My sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"--it is well with my soul.

H.G. Spafford.

252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.

_An Accomplished Work._

'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give
Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,
I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;
They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:

4 Little children I see standing close by their King,
And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.

5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,
And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,

6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,
And the theme of our praises forever will be.

253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_From Darkness to Light._ (522)

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
"Lord! I would receive my sight."

3 I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.

H.D. Ganse.

254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_The Blind Man Healed._ (521)

"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
"Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day!"
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
"Friends! is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!

6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."

John Newton, 1779.

255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.

Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Cho.--This is my abiding place,
Clothed with his abounding grace,
Looking upward to his face,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

3 Here I rest from toil and strife,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

4 Come ye guilty and be healed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God's love revealed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

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.

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.

2 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.
The more I strove against its power,
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Savior say,
"Come hither, soul, I am the way."

3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Savior I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."

John Cennick, 1743

265 Duane Street. L.M.D.

_Bought with a Price._

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine,
With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sovereign right in me.

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die,
Be thine through all eternity;
The vow is past beyond repeal;
And now I set the solemn seal.

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood,
That bought my guilty soul for God,
Thee, my new Master now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all.

Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._

266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.

_Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704)

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!
Perish, every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me--
They have left my Savior too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me--
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show thy face and all is bright.

3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather--
All must work for good to thee.

4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.

267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.

_Desiring Sanctification._ (701)

Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion;
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit
Into every troubled breast,
Let us all thy grace inherit;
Let us find thy promised rest;
Take away the love of sinning;
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning;
Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation;
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by thee:
Change from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Charles Wesley, 1747.

268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.

_Union with Jesus._ (700)

In thy service will I ever,
Jesus, my Redeemer, stay;
Nothing me from thee shall sever,
Gladly would I go thy way.
Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever
Thine in sorrow and in joy;
Death the union shall not sever,
Nor eternity destroy.

2 Let thy light on me be shining
When the day is almost gone,
When the evening is declining,
And the night is drawing on:
Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying
Thy hands on my weary head;
"Here thy day is ended," saying,
"Yonder live the faithful dead."

3 Stay beside me, when the stillness
And the icy touch of death
Fill my trembling soul with chillness,
Like the morning's frosty breath;
As my failing eyes grow dimmer,
Let my spirit grow more bright,
As I see the first faint glimmer
Of the everlasting light.

P. Spitta, 1833.

269 Even Me. 8s & 7s.

_Pass Me Not._ (523)

Lord! I hear of showers of blessing,
Thou art scattering, broad and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let their fullness fall on me.

Ref.--Even me, even me,
Let their fullness fall on me.

2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!
Sinful, though my heart may be;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy fall on me.

3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favor;
When thou comest, call for me.

4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me.

6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,--
Blood of God, so rich and free,--
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,--
Magnify them all in me.

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.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

274 Trusting. 7s.

_At the Cross._ (694)

I am coming to the cross;
I am poor, and weak, and blind;
I am counting all but dross;
I shall thy salvation find.

Cho.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee,
Blest Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at thy cross I bow;
Save me, Jesus, save me now.

2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;
Long has evil reigned within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me--
I will cleanse you from all sin.

3 Here I give my all to thee--
Friends, and time, and earthly store;
Soul and body thine to be--
Wholly thine--forevermore.

4 In the promises I trust;
Now I feel the blood applied;
I am prostrate in the dust;
I with Christ am crucified.

5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul!
Perfected in love I am!
I am ev'ry whit made whole;
Glory! glory to the Lamb!

Wm. McDonald.

275 I'll Live for Him. P.M.

_Dedication of Self._

My life, my love I give to thee,
Thou Lamb of God, who died for me;
Oh, may I ever faithful be
My Savior and my God.

Cho.--I'll live for him who died for me,
How happy, then, my life shall be!
I'll live for him who died for me,
My Savior and my God.

2 I now believe thou dost receive,
For thou hast died that I might live;
And now henceforth I'll trust in thee,
My Savior and my God.

3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary,
To save my soul and make me free,
I consecrate my life to thee,
My Savior and my God.

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.

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