1 Chronicles 29:5-6

• [1Ch 29:5] Consecration Hour Is Nigh, The

  The consecration hour is nigh, And as these moments quickly fly, We linger here to meet our Lord, And listen for His gracious word. Dependent on Thy love divine, What have we, Lord, that is not Thine? For Thou didst first each gift bestow And all things to Thy grace we owe. Naught that we have our own we call; To Thee we would devote our all; And, if a sacrifice it be, We make it willingly for Thee. Made strong by Thine indwelling grace We will with courage run our race, Looking to Thee, Author of Faith: Oh! make us faithful unto death.

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• [1Ch 29:5] Lord, In The Strength Of Grace

  Lord, in the strength of grace, With a glad heart and free, Myself, my residue of days, I consecrate to Thee. Thy ransomed servant, I Restore to Thee Thy own; And, from this moment, live or die To serve my God alone.
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1 Chronicles 29:14

• [1Ch 29:14] Lord Jesus, Blessed Giver

  Lord Jesus, blessèd Giver, We give of Thine to Thee; Thy gifts are like a river, Full flowing, wide and free. So let our love, outgoing Among the songs of men, Thy strength and joy bestowing, Return Thy gifts again. O give us of Thy Spirit That joys to give Its all; Thy voice—O when we hear it May we obey its call. That voice whose call is pleading From nations far away— We hear it, we are heeding; Lord, help us to obey.

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• [1Ch 29:14] We Give Thee But Thine Own

  We give Thee but Thine own, Whate’er the gift may be; All that we have is Thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from Thee. May we Thy bounties thus As stewards true receive, And gladly, as Thou blessest us, To Thee our firstfruits give. O hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled Are straying from the fold. To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels’ work below. The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace— It is a Christ-like thing. And we believe Thy Word, Though dim our faith may be; Whate’er for Thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal