Redeemed, how I love to pro-claim it! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb! Redeemed throu’ His infinite mercy, His child, and forever I am.
Redeemed, redeemed, Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb! Redeemed thro’ His infinite mercy; His child, and forever, I am
Redeemed and so happy in Jesus, No language my rapture can tell! I know that the light of His presence With me doth continually dwell.
I think of my blessed Redeemer; I think of Him all the day long, I sings, for I cannot be silent; His love is the theme of m song.
I Know I shall see in His Beauty The King, in whose law I delight, Who lovingly guardeth my foot-steps And giveth me songs in the night.
In the Garden
I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses; And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses
And he walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever know.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me With-in my heart is ringing,
I’d stay in the garden with Him Tho’ the night a-round me be falling, But He bids me go, thro’ the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling,
Sweet Hour of Prayer
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father’s throne Make all my wants and wishes know: In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter’s snake by they return, sweet of hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless: And since He bids me seek His face, Believe His Word, and trust His grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
Take My Life and Let It Be Consecrated
Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my moments and my days—Let them flow in creaseless praise, Let them flow in creaseless praise
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, Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing Always, only, for my King; Take my lips and let them be Filled with messages from Thee, Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my sliver and my gold--’Not a mite would I withhold; Take my intellect and use Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose, Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my love—my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure store, Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee, ever, only, all for Thee.
Verse # 6
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, It shall be Thy royal throne.