Here I sink before thee lowly, Filled with gladness deep and holy, As with trembling awe and wonder On thy mighty work I ponder— On this banquet’s mystery, On the depths we can not see: Far beyond all mortal sight Lie the secrets of thy might. 2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten! Light, who dost my soul enlighten! Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth! Fount, whence all my being floweth! Humbly draw I near to thee; Grant that I may worthily Take this blesséd heavenly food, To thy praise, and to my good. 3 Jesus, Bread of Life from heaven, Never be thou vainly given, Nor I to my hurt invited; Be thy love with love requited; Let me learn its depths indeed, While on thee my soul doth feed; Let me, here so richly blest, Be hereafter, too, thy guest. 540 8s & 7s. Whom having not seen, we love. 1 Pet. 1:8. While in sweet communion feeding On this earthly bread and wine, Saviour may we see thee bleeding On the cross to make us thine. 2 Though unseen, now be thou near us, With the still small voice of love, Whispering words of peace to cheer us— Every doubt and fear remove. 3 Bring before us all the story, Of thy life, and death of woe! And with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below. 541 P. M. To Him be glory. Eph. 3:21. Jesus has died for me, Glory to God! From sin he set me free, Glory to God! And, if I trust his grace, I soon shall win the race; Then see his lovely face, Glory to God. 2 Soon, I shall sing above, Glory to God! Tell of his wondrous love, Glory to God: Free from all death and wrong, Then shall my notes prolong One loud, triumphant song, Glory to God! 542 6s & 4s. Christ our confidence. My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary: Saviour divine, Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine. 2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, O may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be— A living fire. 3 While life’s dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life’s transient dream, When death’s cold, sullen stream Shall o’er me roll; Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distress remove; O bear me safe above— A ransomed soul.