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I believe in one God,
the Father almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all things visible and invisible.

I believe in one Lord Jesus Christ,
the Only Begotten Son of God,
born of the Father before all ages.
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made, consubstantial with the Father;
through him all things were made.
For us men and for our salvation
he came down from heaven,
and by the Holy Spirit was incarnate of the Virgin Mary,
and became man.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate,
he suffered death and was buried,
and rose again on the third day
in accordance with the Scriptures.
He ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory
to judge the living and the dead
and his kingdom will have no end.

I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son,
who with the Father and the Son is adored and glorified,
who has spoken through the prophets.

I believe in one, holy, catholic and apostolic Church.
I confess one Baptism for the forgiveness of sins
and I look forward to the resurrection of the dead
and the life of the world to come. Amen.

[Optional accompanying tune]

Source: https://hymnary.org/tune/draesel

1. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure.

2. Not the labor of my hands Can fulfill Thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone.

3. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die.

4. While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes shall close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.

Words: Augustus Montague Toplady, 1776.
Music: 'Toplady' James Ward, 1985.
Arrangement: Lloyd Larson, 2019. Source: https://www.hopepublishing.com/W196223_ROCK_OF_AGES

1. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.

2. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure.

3. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same.

4. Thy Word commands our flesh to dust, 'Return, ye sons of men:' All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.

5. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.

6. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years.

7. Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.

8. Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.

9. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719.
Music: 'St. Anne' William Croft, 1708.
Setting: composite found in "The Lutheran Hymnary", 1913.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2005 Revision.

1. A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing: For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe; His craft and pow'r are great, and, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.

2. Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing; Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God's own choosing: Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth, His name, from age to age the same, And He must win the battle.

3. And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us: The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him.

4. That word above all earthly pow'rs, no thanks to them, abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him who with us sideth: Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever.

Words: Martin Luther, 1529. Translation Frederic Henry Hedge, 1853.
Music: 'Ein Feste Burg (Isorhythmic)' Martin Luther, 1529.
Setting: "Common Service Book" (ULCA), 1917, alt.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2013 Revision.

1. All creatures of our God and King Lift up your voice and with us sing, Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou burning sun with golden beam, Thou silver moon with softer gleam! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

2. Thou rushing wind that art so strong Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice, Ye lights of evening, find a voice! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

3. Thou flowing water, pure and clear, Make music for thy Lord to hear, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou fire so masterful and bright, That givest man both warmth and light. O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

4. Dear mother earth, who day by day Unfoldest blessings on our way, O praise Him! Alleluia! The flowers and fruits that in thee grow, Let them His glory also show. O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

5. And all ye men of tender heart, Forgiving others, take your part, O sing ye! Alleluia! Ye who long pain and sorrow bear, Praise God and on Him cast your care! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

6. And thou most kind and gentle Death, Waiting to hush our latest breath, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou leadest home the child of God, And Christ our Lord the way hath trod.

7. Let all things their Creator bless, And worship Him in humbleness, O praise Him! Alleluia! Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son, And praise the Spirit, Three in One!

Words: Francis of Assisi circa 1225. Translated by William H. Draper, 1919.
Music: 'Lasst Uns Erfreuen' from Geistliche Kirchengesäng, Köln, 1623.
Setting: Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2005 Revision.

1. And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

2. 'Tis mystery all: th'Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. 'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more.

3. He left His Father's throne above So free, so infinite His grace? Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race: 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me!

4. Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray? I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

5. Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiv'n; Still the atoning blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heav'n. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart.

6. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th'eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Words: Charles Wesley, 1738.
Music: 'SAGINA' Thomas Campbell (1800-1876).
Source: https://hymnary.org/text/and_can_it_be_that_i_should_gain

1. Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art. Thou my best Thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

2. Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

3. Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight; Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight; Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower: Raise Thou me heav'nward, O Pow'r of my pow'r.

4. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine Inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, be first in my heart, High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

5. High King of Heaven, my victory won, May I reach Heav'ns joys, O bright Heaven's Sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Words: Attr. Dallan Forgaill, 8th Century. Translated by Mary Byrne, 1905 and Eleanor Hull, 1912.
Music: 'Slane' Traditional Irish.
Setting: Mark Hamilton Dewey, 2007.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2008 Revision. All portions of the setting that were not already public domain were released to the public domain by the arranger on 27 July 2007. He already had released the parts and the versification (except for a few changes in the third verse, which he released to the public domain in 2007) to the public domain in 2006.

1. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me! Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!

2. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore! How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore! How He watches o'er His loved ones, died to call them all His own; How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o'er them from the throne!

3. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best! 'Tis an ocean full of blessing, 'tis a haven giving rest! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, 'tis a heav'n of heav'ns to me; And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!

Words: S. Trevor Francis, 1875.
Music: 'Ebenezer' or 'Ton-Y-Botel' Thomas J. Williams, 1890.
Setting: "A Hymnal" (Episcopal), 1916.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2010 Revision.

1. Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne. Hark! How the heav'nly anthem drowns all music but its own. Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

2. Crown Him the virgin's Son, the God incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn; Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem; The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

3. Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began, And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man; Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast, And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

4. Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save. His glories now we sing, Who died, and rose on high, Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

5. Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose pow'r a scepter sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise. His reign shall know no end, and round His pierced feet Fair flow'rs of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

6. Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side, Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified. No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

7. Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above, Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love. Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall; Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

8. Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign, Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain, Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

9. Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me; Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

Words: Verses 1, 4, 5, 6 & 9: Matthew Bridges, The Passion of Jesus, 1852. verses 2 & 3: Godfrey Thring, Hymns and Sacred Lyrics, 1874.
Music: 'Diademata' George J. Elvey, 1868.
Setting: "Appendix to Hymns Ancient and Modern", 1869.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2008 Revision.

1 For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies.

Refrain:
Christ, our Lord, to you we raise
this, our hymn of grateful praise.

2 For the wonder of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale and tree and flower,
sun and moon and stars of light, [Refrain ]

3 For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth, and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild, [Refrain]

4 For yourself, best gift divine,
to the world so freely given,
agent of God's grand design:
peace on earth and joy in heaven. [Refrain]

Words: Folliott Sandford Pierpoint (1864)
Music: 'DIX' Conrad Kocher, 1838.
Source: https://hymnary.org/text/for_the_beauty_of_the_earth

1. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

2. Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Who was, and is, and evermore shall be.

3. Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see; Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee, Perfect in pow'r, in love, and purity.

4. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty! God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Words: Reginald Heber, 1826.
Music: 'Nicaea' John Bacchus Dykes, 1861.
Setting: "Hymns Ancient and Modern", 1869.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2005 Revision.

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

2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

3. My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

5. But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord! Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul! It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

6. And Lord, haste the day when my 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. It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873.
Music and Setting: 'It Is Well' or 'Ville Du Havre' Philip P. Bliss, 1876.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2010 Revision.

Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim, Till all the world adore His sacred Name. 1. Come, brethren, follow where our Captain trod, our King victorious, Christ the Son of God.

Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim, Till all the world adore His sacred Name. 2. Led on their way by this triumphant sign, The hosts of God in conquering ranks combine.

Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim, Till all the world adore His sacred Name. 3. Each newborn servant of the Crucified Bears on the brow the seal of Him Who died.

Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim, Till all the world adore His sacred Name. 4. This is the sign which Satan's legions fear and angels veil their faces to revere.

Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim, Till all the world adore His sacred Name. 5. Saved by this Cross whereon their Lord was slain, the sons of Adam their lost home regain.

6. From north and south, from east and west they raise in growing unison their songs of praise. Refrain

7. O Lord, once lifted on the glorious tree, as thou hast promised, draw the world to thee. Refrain

8. So shall our song of triumph ever be: Praise to the Crucified for victory. Refrain

9. Let every race and every language tell of him who saves our souls from death and hell. Refrain

10.From farthest regions let their homage bring, and on his Cross adore their Savior King. Refrain

11.Set up thy throne, that earth's despair may cease beneath the shadow of its healing peace. Refrain

12.For thy blest Cross which doth for all atone creation's praises rise before thy throne. Refrain

Words: George W. Kitchin (1827-1912). Modified by Michael R. Newbolt, 1916.
Music: 'Crucifier' Sydney H. Nicholson, 1916.
Setting: "Hymns Ancient and Modern", 1922.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2006 Revision.

1. O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace!

2. My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name.

3. Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4. He breaks the pow'r of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me.

5. He speaks, and, listening to His voice, New life the dead receive, The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe.

6. Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Savior come, And leap, ye lame, for joy.

7. In Christ your Head, you then shall know, Shall feel your sins forgiven; Anticipate your heaven below, And own that love is heaven.

8. Glory to God, and praise and love Be ever, ever given, By saints below and saints above, The church in earth and heaven.

9. On this glad day the glorious Sun Of Righteousness arose; On my benighted soul He shone And filled it with repose.

10. Sudden expired the legal strife, 'Twas then I ceased to grieve; My second, real, living life I then began to live.

11. Then with my heart I first believed, Believed with faith divine, Power with the Holy Ghost received To call the Savior mine.

12. I felt my Lord's atoning blood Close to my soul applied; Me, me He loved, the Son of God, For me, for me He died!

13. I found and owned His promise true, Ascertained of my part, My pardon passed in heaven I knew When written on my heart.

14. Look unto Him, ye nations, own Your God, ye fallen race; Look, and be saved through faith alone, Be justified by grace.

15. See all your sins on Jesus laid: The Lamb of God was slain, His soul was once an offering made For every soul of man.

16. Awake from guilty nature's sleep, And Christ shall give you light, Cast all your sins into the deep, And wash the Æthiop white.

17. Harlots and publicans and thieves In holy triumph join! Saved is the sinner that believes From crimes as great as mine.

18. Murderers and all ye hellish crew, Ye sons of lust and pride, Believe the Savior died for you; For me the Savior died.

19. With me, your chief, ye then shall know, Shall feel your sins forgiven; Anticipate your heaven below, And own that love is heaven.

Words: Charles Wesley, 1740.
Music: 'Azmon' Carl G. Gläser, 1828.
Setting: Lowell Mason, 1839.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2006 Revision.

1. O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

3. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance. How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!

4. Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.

5. My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!

6. What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

7. My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine. Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine. Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love; Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.

8. Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part; O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish in death's cold, cruel grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I'll clasp.

9. The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee.

10. My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door; Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!

11. Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

Words: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153. Translated by James W. Alexander, 1830.
Music: 'Passion Chorale' or 'Herzlich Tut Mich Verlangen' Hans Leo Hassler, 1601. Adapted by J.S. Bach, 1729.
Setting: Johann Sebastian Bach, 1729.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2007 Revision.

1. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near; Praise Him in glad adoration.

2. Praise to the Lord, Who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth, Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth! Hast thou not seen how thy desires have been Granted in what He ordaineth.

3. Praise to the Lord, Who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee; Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee. What need or grief ever hath failed of relief? Wings of His mercy did shade thee.

4. Praise to the Lord, Who doth prosper thy work and defend thee; Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee. Ponder anew what the Almighty can do, If with His love He befriend thee.

5. Praise to the Lord, Who, when tempests their warfare are waging, Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging, Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace, Whirlwinds and waters assuaging.

6. Praise to the Lord, Who, when darkness of sin is abounding, Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding, Sheddeth His light, chaseth the horrors of night, Saints with His mercy surrounding.

7. Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him! All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him. Let the Amen sound from His people again, Gladly for aye we adore Him.

Words: Joachim Neander, 1680. Translated by Catherine Winkworth, 1863.
Music: 'Lobe den Herren' from Ander Theil des Erneuerten Gesangbuch, 1665.
Setting: William Sterndale Bennett, 1863, alt.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2006 Revision.

1. Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.

2. Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

3. Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King. Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.

4. Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold. Take my intellect, and use every 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.

Words: Frances R. Havergal, 1874.
Music: 'HENDON' César Malan (1787-1864).
Source: https://hymnary.org/text/take_my_life_and_let_it_be

1. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.

3. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4. His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.

5. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707.
Music: 'Hamburg', Lowell Mason, 1824.
Setting: "Northfield Hymnal", 1904.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2014 Revision.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.

Words: Thomas Ken, 1674.
Music: Louis Bourgeois, 1551.
Source: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Song_Display-New.php?SID=509

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost;
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end. Amen, amen.

Words: Gloria Patri, 2nd century.
Music: 'Old 100th', C. Meineke, (1782-1850).
Source: https://hymnary.org/tune/glory_be_to_the_father_meineke