Take Our Bread- 413

Take Our Bread- 413

Take our bread, we ask you; take our hearts, we love you.
Take our lives, O Father we are yours, we are yours.

Yours as we stand at the table you set;
yours as we eat the bread our hearts can’t forget.
We are the sign of your life with us yet,
we are yours, we are yours.

Take our bread, we ask you; take our hearts, we love you.
Take our lives, O Father we are yours, we are yours.

Your holy people standing washed in your blood,
Spirit filled yet hungry we await your food.
We are poor, but we’ve brought ourselves the best that we could;
we are yours, we are yours.

Take our bread, we ask you; take our hearts, we love you.
Take our lives, O Father we are yours, we are yours.

I Am Thine, O Lord-601

I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, and it told thy love to me;
but I long to rise in the arms of faith, and be closer drawn to thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to the cross where thou has died;
draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to thy precious, blessing side.

Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, by the power of grace divine;
let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, and my will be lost in thine.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to the cross where thou has died;
draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to thy precious, blessing side.

O the pure delight of a single hour that before thy throne I spend,
when I kneel in prayer, and with thee, my God. I commune as friend with friend!

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to the cross where thou has died;
draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to thy precious, blessing side.

There are depths of love that I cannot know till I cross the narrow sea;
there are heights of joy that I may not reach till I rest in peace with thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to the cross where thou has died;
draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to thy precious, blessing side.

Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart- 265

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
stoop to my weakness, mighty as thou art,
and make me love thee as I ought to love.

I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
no sudden rending of the veil of clay,
no angel visitant, no opening skies,
but take the dimness of my soul away.

Teach me to feel that thou art always nigh;
teach me the struggles of the soul to bear:
to check the rising doubt, the revel sigh;
teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

Teach me to love thee as thine angels love,
one holy passion filling all my frame;
the baptism of the heaven-descended Dove.
My heart an altar, and thy love the flame.

Deltona Disciples May 2015