Savior, Thy Dying Love |
Sylvanus D. Phelps, 1862
Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me; Nor should I aught withhold, Dear Lord, from Thee. In love my soul would bow, My heart fulfil its vow, Some offering bring Thee now, Something for Thee.
2. O'er the blest mercy-seat, | 3. Give me a faithful heart, Likeness to Thee, That each departing day Henceforth may see Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done, Some wanderer sought and won, Something for Thee.
4. All that I am and have, |