2. Give God His own if aught thou’rt giving; Say, soul, to whom belongs thy heart? Can Satan, he who hates the living, Or any creature claim a part?— To Thee alone I will assign, O Lord, my heart and all that’s mine. 3. Accept the gift which Thou requirest, The first-fruits of my heart, O God! The offerings Thou so much desirest, For which Thy Son paid with His blood. To Thee alone I now resign My heart, to be forever Thine. 4. Whom should I give my heart’s affection But Thee, who givest Thine to faith? Thy fervent love is my protection; Lord, Thou hast loved me unto death. My heart with Thine shall ever be One heart throughout eternity. C. F. Lochner, c. 1673. 346 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 6, 6, 6 O God, Thou faithful God, Thou Fount that ever flowest, Without whom nothing is, Who all good gifts bestowest, A pure and healthy frame O give me and within A conscience free from blame, A soul unhurt by sin. 2. And grant me, Lord, to do, With ready heart and willing, Whate’er Thou shalt command, My calling here fulfilling; To do it when I ought, With all my strength; and bless The work I thus have wrought, For Thou must give success. 3. O let me never speak What bounds of truth exceedeth; Grant that no idle word From out my mouth proceedeth; And grant, when in my place I must and ought to speak, My words due power and grace, Nor let me wound the weak. 4. If dangers gather round, Still keep me calm and fearless; Help me to bear the cross When life is dark and cheerless; Let me subdue my foe By words and actions kind; When counsel I would know, Good counsel let me find. 5. And let me with all men, As far as in me lieth, In peace and friendship live; And if Thy gift supplieth Me wealth and honor fair, Then this refuse me not, That naught be mingled there Of goods unjustly got. 6. And if a longer life Be here on earth decreed me, And Thou through many a strife To age at last wilt lead me, Thy patience in me shed, Avert all sin and shame, And crown my hoary head With pure, untarnished fame. 7. Let me depart this life Confiding in my Savior; Do Thou my soul receive, That it may live forever; And let my body have A quiet resting-place Beside a Christian’s grave; And let it sleep in peace. 8. And on that solemn day When all the dead are waking, Stretch o’er my grave Thy hand, Thyself my slumbers breaking; Then let me hear Thy voice, Change Thou this earthly frame, And bid me aye rejoice With those who love Thy name.