259.  Saviour, Thy Dying Love

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Saviour, thy dying love
Thou gavest me,
Nor would I aught withhold,
Dear Lord from thee.
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfil its vow,
Myself an off’ring now,
I bring to thee.

2
Jesus, our mercy-seat,
Covering me,
My grateful faith looks up,
Saviour to thee.
Help me the news to bear,
Thy wondrous love declare,
Spread thy truth ev’rywhere,
Dear Lord, for thee.

3
Give me a faithful heart,
Likeness to thee,
That each departing day
Henceforth may see
Thy work of love well done,
Thy praise on earth begun,
Some vict’ry for truth won,
Some work for thee.

4
Lord, I would follow thee
In all the way
Thy weary feet have trod;
Yes, if I may,
Help me the cross to bear,
All thy fair graces wear,
Close watching unto prayer,
Following thee.