Author: John Sanderson

If ye love me
Keep my commandments
And I will pray the father
And he shall give you another comforter

That he
May bide with you forever
E’en the spirit of truth

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.

Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word;
I ever with thee,  thou with me, Lord;
thou my great Father, I thy true son;
thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle shield, my sword for the fight;
be thou my dignity, thou my delight,
thou my soul’s shelter, thou my high tower:
raise thou me heaven-ward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
thou mine inheritance, now and always:
thou and thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, after victory won,
may I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Lord, enthroned in heavenly splendour,
first-begotten from the dead,
Thou alone, our strong Defender,
liftest up Thy people’s head.
alleluia, alleluia,
Jesus, true and living Bread!

Here our humble homage pay we,
here in loving reverence bow;
here for faith’s discernment pray we,
lest we fail to know thee now:
alleluia, alleluia
thou are here we ask not how.

Though the lowliest form doth veil thee
as of old in Bethlehem,
here as there thine angels hail thee,
branch and flower of Jesse’s stem;
alleluia, alleluia,
we in worship join with them.

Paschal Lamb! Thine off’ring finished
once for all when Thou wast slain,
in its fullness undiminished
shall forevermore remain.
alleluia, alleluia
cleansing souls from every stain.

Great High Priest of our profession,
through the veil thou enteredst in;
by Thy mighty intercession
grace and mercy Thou dost win.
alleluia, alleluia,
only sacrifice for sin.

Life-imparting heavenly manna,
stricken Rock, with streaming side,
heaven and earth with loud hosanna
worship Thee, the Lamb who died.
alleluia, alleluia,
risen, ascended, glorified!

1 Incline your ear to me O | God and | answer me:
for | I am | poor • and in | misery.
2 Preserve my life for | I am | faithful:
my God save your servant who | puts his | trust in | you,

3 Be merciful to | me O | Lord:
for I | call to • you | all the • day | long.
4 O make glad the | soul of • your | servant:
for I put my | hope in | you O | Lord.

5 For you Lord are | good • and for | giving:
of great and continuing kindness to | all who | call up| on you.
6 Hear my | prayer O | Lord :
and give heed to the | voice • of my | suppli | cation.

7 In the day of my trouble I | call up |on you:
for | you will | surely | answer.
8 Among the gods there is none like | you O | Lord:
nor are there | any | deeds like | yours.

9 All the nations you have made shall come and | worship • be| fore you:
O Lord they shall | glori | fy your | name.
10 For you are great and do | marvel- lous | things:
and | you a | lone are | God.

16 Turn to me and be merciful
give your | strength • to your | servant:
and | save the | son of • your | handmaid.
17 Show me some token | of your | goodness:
that those who hate me may see it and be ashamed
because you Lord are my | helper | and my | comforter.