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Thy life was given for me

Author: Frances R. Havergal Hymnal: The Hymnal #238 (1916) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: Thy life was given for me, Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; Thy life was given for me: What have I given for thee? Long years were spent for me In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know. Long years were spent for me: Have I spent one for thee? Thy Father's home of light Thy rainbow-circled throne, Were left for earthly night, For wanderings sad and lone. Yea, all was left for me: Have I left aught for thee? And thou hast brought to me, Down from thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and thy love. Great gifts thou broughtest me: What have I brought to thee? O let my life be given, My years for thee be spent; World fetters all be riven, And joy with suffering blent; Thou gavest thyself for me: I give myself to thee. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: THY LIFE

Look from Thy sphere of endless day

Author: W. C. Bryant Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #251 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: WARRINGTON

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #358a (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Destitute, 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 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me: Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 2 Man may trouble and distress 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 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear: Think what Spirit dwells within thee; What a Father's smile is thine; What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 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 soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. POLYCARP

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #358b (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Destitute, 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 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me: Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 2 Man may trouble and distress 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 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear: Think what Spirit dwells within thee; What a Father's smile is thine; What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 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 soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Amen. Tune Title: ST. SEBASTIAN

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #358c (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Destitute, 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 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me: Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 2 Man may trouble and distress 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 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear: Think what Spirit dwells within thee; What a Father's smile is thine; What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 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 soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Amen. Tune Title: ST. IGNATIUS

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Hymnal #378 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Destitute, 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. Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me: O 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear: Think what Spirit dwells within thee; What a Father's smile is thine; What a Savior died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 345 Haste then 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, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. POLYCARP

O what, if we are Christ's

Author: H. W. Baker Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #390 (1898) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Oh, what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. 2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain, May be our portion here: 5 Enough, if Thou at last The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy feet, Where saints and angels live. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MICHAEL

Saviour, sprinkle many nations

Author: Arthur Cleveland Coxe Hymnal: The Hymnal #478 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: Savior, sprinkle many nations; Fruitful let thy sorrows be; By thy pains and consolations Draw the Gentiles unto thee! Of thy cross the wondrous story, Be it to the nations told; Let them see thee in thy glory And thy mercy manifold. Far and wide, though all unknowing, Pants for thee each mortal breast, Human tears for thee are flowing, Human hearts in thee would rest. Thirsting as for dews of even, As the new-mown grass for rain, Thee they seek as God of heaven, Thee as Man for sinners slain. Savior, lo! the isles are waiting! Stretched the hand and strained the sight, For thy Spirit, new creating, Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light. Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature Glory to the Lamb be sung! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: IONA

God is working his purpose out

Author: Arthur C. Ainger Hymnal: The Hymnal #483b (1916) Meter: Irregular Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: God is working his purpose out, As year succeeds to year: God is working his purpose out, And the time is drawing near; 440 Nearer and nearer draws the time, The time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. From utmost east to utmost west, Where'er man's foot hath trod, By the mouth of many messengers Goes forth the voice of God; Give ear to me, ye continents, Ye isles, give ear to me, That the earth may be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. What can we do to work God's work, To prosper and increase The brotherhood of all mankind, The reign of the Prince of Peace? What can we do to hasten the time, The time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. March we forth in the strength of God, With the banner of Christ unfurled, That the light of the glorious gospel of truth May shine throughout the world: Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin To set their captives free, That the earth may be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. 441 All we can do is nothing worth, Unless God blesses the deed; Vainly we hope for the harvest-tide, Till God gives life to the seed; Yet nearer and nearer draws the time, The time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. Amen. Tune Title: AINGER

Christ for the world we sing!

Author: Samuel Wolcott Hymnal: The Hymnal #486b (1916) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: Christ for the world we sing! The world to Christ we bring, With loving zeal; The poor, and them that mourn, The faint and overborne, Sinsick and sorrow-worn, Whom Christ doth heal. 443 Christ for the world we sing! The world to Christ we bring, With fervent prayer; The wayward and the lost, By restless passions tossed, Redeemed at countless cost, From dark despair. Christ for the world we sing! The world to Christ we bring, With one accord; With us the work to share, With us reproach to dare, With us the cross to bear, For Christ our Lord. Christ for the world we sing! The world to Christ we bring, With joyful song; The newborn souls, whose days, Reclaimed from error's ways, Inspired with hope and praise, To Christ belong. Tune Title: KIRBE BEDON