The Otterbein Hymnal Part 56

326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M.

_Need of Christ._

I need thee ev'ry hour, Most gracious Lord; No tender voice like thine Can peace afford.

Cho.--I need thee, oh, I need thee, Ev'ry hour I need thee; Oh, bless me now, my Savior I come to thee.

2 I need thee ev'ry hour; Stay thou near by; Temptations lose their power When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee ev'ry hour, In joy or pain; Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain.

4 I need thee ev'ry hour; Teach me thy will; And thy rich promises In me fulfill.

5 I need thee ev'ry hour, Most Holy One; Oh, make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.

Annie S. Hawks.

327 De Fleury. 8s. D

_Altogether Lovely._ (572)

My gracious Redeemer I love, His praises aloud I'll proclaim: And join with the armies above, To shout his adorable name.

To gaze on his glories divine Shall be my eternal employ; To see them incessantly s.h.i.+ne, My boundless, ineffable joy.

2 He freely redeemed with his blood My soul from the confines of h.e.l.l, To live on the smiles of my G.o.d, And in his sweet presence to dwell:-- To s.h.i.+ne with the angels in light, With saints and with seraphs to sing, To view, with eternal delight, My Jesus, my Savior, my King!

B. Francis.

328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M.

_The Abiding Friend._

I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.

In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll.

He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower; I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.

Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.

He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do his blessed will; A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.

Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.

He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

329 Glory to His Name. P.M.

_Praise to Christ._

Down at the cross where my Savior died.

Down where for cleansing from sin I cried; There to my heart was the blood applied; Glory to his name.

Cho.--Glory to his name, Glory to his name, There to my heart was the blood applied, Glory to his name.

2 I am so wondrously saved from sin, Jesus so sweetly abides within; There at the cross where he took me in; Glory to his name.

3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin, I am so glad, I have entered in; There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; Glory to his name.

4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet, Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet; Plunge in to-day and be made complete; Glory to his name.

Rev. E.A. Hoffman.

330 Balerma. C.M.

_Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit._ (625)

Oh, for a closer walk with G.o.d!

A calm and heavenly frame!

A light to s.h.i.+ne upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord?

Where is the soul-refres.h.i.+ng view Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!

How sweet their memory still!

But now I find an aching void The world can never fill.

4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from, my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known, Whatever that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And wors.h.i.+p only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with G.o.d, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.

W. Cowper, 1772.

331 Balerma. C.M.

_A Perfect Heart._ (645)

Oh, for a heart to praise my G.o.d, A heart from sin set free-- A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me;--

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone.