Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Tomorrow, Lord, is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand,

And if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command.

2. The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;

O! make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day.

3. Since on this winged hour

Eternity is hung,

Waken, by thine almighty power,

The aged and the young.

4. One thing demands our care;

O! be it still pursued,

Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renewed.

5. To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light,

Lest life’s young golden beam should die

In sudden, endless night.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand

With all-engaging charms;

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms!

2. “Permit them to approach,” he cries,

“Nor scorn their humble name;

For ’twas to bless such souls as these

The Lord of angels came.”

3. We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,

And yield them up to thee;

Joyful that we ourselves are thine,

Thine let our offspring be.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. My gracious Lord, I own thy right

To every service I can pay,

And cal it my supreme delight

To hear thy dictates, and obey.

2. What is my being, but for thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end?

‘Tis my delight thy face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3. I would not sigh for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good;

Nor future days nor powers employ

To spread a sounding name abroad.

4. ‘Tis to my Saviour I would live,

To him who for my ransom died.

Nor could all worldly honor give

Such a bliss as crowns me at his side.

5. His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigor is no more;

And my last hour of life confess

His dying love, his saving power.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

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1. My God, and is Thy table spread?

And does Thy cup with love o’erflow?

Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

2. Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,

Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!

Thrice happy he who here partkes

That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3. Let crowds approach with hearts prepared;

With hearts inflamed let all attend,

Nor, when we leave our Father’s board,

The pleasure or the profit end.

4. O let Thy table honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests;

And may each soul salvation see

That here its sacred pledges tastes.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows,

On this thy day, in thy house,

And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy servants rise.

2. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;

But there’s a nobler rest above;

To that our laboring souls aspire,

With ardent hope and strong desire.

3. No more fatigue, no more distress,

Nor sin nor hell, shall reach the place;

No sighs shall mingle with the songs,

Which warble from immortal tongues.

4. No rude alarms of raging foes,

No cares to break the long repose;

No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

But sacred, high, eternal noon.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace!

Thy bounties, how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum!

How pay the mighty debt!

2. High on a throne of radiant light

Dost thou exalted shine;

What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are thine?

3. But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace,

And wilt confess their humble names

Before thy Father’s face.

4. In them thou mayst be clothed and fed,

And visited and cheered,

And in their accents of distress

My Saviour’s voice is heard.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. How rich is thy bounty, King of kings!

Thy favors, how divine!

The blessings which thy gospel brings,

How splendidly they shine!

2. Gold is but dross, and gems but toys,

Should gold and gems compare;

How mean, when set against those joys

Thy poorest servants share!

3. Yet all these treasures of thy grace

Are lodged in urns of clay;

And the weak sons of mortal race

The immortal gifts convey.

4. Feebly they lisp thy glories forth,

Yet grace the victory gives;

Quickly they molder back to earth,

Yet still thy gospel lives.

5. Such wonders power divine effects;

Such trophies God can raise;

His hand, from crumbling dust, erects

His monuments of praise.

Above:  Part of the Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. God of my life, through all my days,

My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;

My song shall wake with opening light,

And cheer the dark and silent night.

2. When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,

Thy tuneful praises raised on high

Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3. When death o’er nature shall prevail,

And all the powers of language fail,

Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4. But O, when that last conflict’s o’er,

And I am chained to flesh no more,

With that glad accents shall I rise

To join the music of the skies!

5. Soon shall I learn the exalted strains

Which echo through the heavenly plains;

And emulate, with joy unknown,

The glowing seraphs round the throne.

6. The cheerful tribute will I give

Long as the deathless soul shall live:

A work so sweet, a theme so high,

Demands and crowns eternity.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Father of all, thy care we bless,

Which crowns our families with peace:

From thee they spring; and by thy hand

They are, and shall be still sustained.

2. To God, most worthy to be praised,

Be our domestic altars raised;

Who, Lord of heaven, yet deigns to come

And sanctify our humblest home.

3. To thee may each united house

Morning and night present its vows;

Our servants there, and rising race,

Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.

4. So may each future age proclaim

The honors of thy glorious name,

And each succeeding race remove

To join the family above.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Do not I love thee, O my Lord?

Then let me nothing love;

Dead be my heart to every joy,

When Jesus cannot move.

2. Is not thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure pound

My Saviour’s voice to hear?

3. Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock

I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe, before whose face

I fear thy cause to plead?

4. Would not mine ardent spirit vie

With angels round the throne,

To execute thy sacred will,

And make thy glory known?

5. Thou know’st I love thee, dearest Lord,

But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more!