"More Holiness Give Me" by Philip Paul Bliss (1838-1876)

More holiness give me,

More strivings within,

More patience in suff'ring,

More sorrow for sin,

More faith in my Savior,

More sense of his care,

More joy in his service,

More purpose in prayer.

 

More gratitude give me,

More trust in the Lord,

More pride in his glory,

More hope in his word,

More tears for his sorrows,

More pain at his grief,

More meekness in trial,

More praise for relief.

 

More purity give me,

More strength to o'ercome,

More freedom from earth-stains,

More longing for home.

More fit for the kingdom,

More used would I be,

More blessed and holy--

More, Savior, like thee.

 

 

 

"Rock of Ages" by Augustus M. Toplady (1740–1778)

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. 

Not the labors of my hands 

Can fill all 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. 

While I draw this fleeting breath, 

When mine eyes shall close in death, 

When I rise to worlds unknown 

And behold thee on thy throne, 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in thee. 

 (Editor's note: "Farewell, My Friend!")

"Abide With Me" by Henry F. Lyte (1793-1847)

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

(Editor's note: "Farewell, My Friend!")

"Lead, Kindly Light by John Henry Newman (1801–1890)

Lead, kindly Light, 

amid th’encircling gloom; 

Lead thou me on!  

The night is dark, 

and I am far from home; 

Lead thou me on! 

Keep thou my feet; 

I do not ask to see 

The distant scene

--one step enough for me. 

 

I was not ever thus, 

nor pray’d that thou 

Shouldst lead me on. 

 

I loved to choose 

and see my path; 

but now, Lead thou me on! 

I loved the garish day, 

and, spite of fears, 

Pride ruled my will. 

Remember not past years. 

 

So long thy pow’r 

hath blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 

O’er moor and fen, 

o’er crag and torrent, 

till The night is gone. 

 And with the morn 

those angel faces smile, 

Which I have loved 

long since, and lost awhile! 

 

(Editor's note: "Farewell, My Friend!")