O Lord of life, Thy kingdom is at hand,
Blest reign of love and liberty and light;
Time long foretold by seers of every land;
The cherished dream of watchers through the night.

Lo! in our hearts shines forth the morning star,
Shedding its luster on our darkened way;
And we behold, as pilgrims from afar,
The holy dawning of Thy perfect day.

Now gleams at last upon our waiting eyes
The glory of the kingdom that shall be;
When truth in conqu’ring grandeur shall arise,
And man shall rule the world with equity.

Forward again we move at Thy coming!
The flaming pillar leading on anew;
One in the faith of all Thy prophet band,
Onward we press to make the vision true.

Oh realm of light! whose morning star
To Bethlehem’s manger led the way,
Not yet upon our longing eyes
Shines the full splendor of thy day:
Yet still across the centuries fall,
Both strong and sweet, our Lord’s command;
And still with steadfast faith we cry,
“Behold, the kingdom is at hand!”

Oh realm of Heav’n! whose dawn began
With love’s divine, incarnate breath,
Our hearts were slow to understand
The lessons of that life and death:
Yet though with stammering tongues we tell
Redemption’s story, strange and sweet,
The world’s Redeemer, lifted up
Shall draw the nations to His feet.

Oh realm of peace! whose music clear
Swept through Judea’s starlit skies,
Still the harsh sounds of human strife
Break on thy heavenly harmonies;
Yet shall thy song of triumph ring
In full accord, from land to land,
And men with angels learn to sing,
“Behold, the kingdom is at hand!”

The call of the Christ rings out today,
Who will make reply?
For labor, or service, or battle fray,
Or seeking the lost who have gone astray,
O Master, I’m ready to go or stay—
Here am I!

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Here am I for service, whatsoe’er it be;
I am waiting orders, Master, now from Thee;
I have heard Thy summons from dark Calvary,
And I gladly answer, “Master, here am I!”

The call of the Christ rings sweet and clear,
Who will make reply?
Thy calling, O Master, today I hear,
And gladly will follow Thee, far or near;
With Thee as my Leader, no harm I fear,
Here am I!

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The call of the Christ is now for you,
Will you make reply?
I’m waiting, O Master, Thy will to do;
Count me on the side of the brave and true,
I’ll follow Thee all of the battle thro’,
Here am I!

Refrain

Savior, ’tis a full surrender,
All I leave to follow Thee;
Thou my Leader and Defender
From this hour shalt ever be.

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I surrender all!
I surrender all!
All I have I bring to Jesus,
I surrender all.

As I come in deep contrition,
At this consecrated hour,
Hear, O Christ, my heart’s petition,
Let me feel the Spirit’s pow’r!

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No withholding—full confession;
Pleasures, riches, all must flee;
Holy Spirit, take possession!
I no more, but Thou in me.

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Be this theme my song and story,
Now and until life is o’er;
This my rapture, this my glory,
Till I reach the shining shore.

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Oh, the joy of full salvation!
Oh, the peace of love divine!
Oh, the bliss of consecration!
I am His, and He is mine.

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Jesus calls us over the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless, sea;
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, “Christian, follow Me!”

As of old Saint Andrew heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for Jesus’ sake.

Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store,
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, “Christian, love Me more!”

In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
“Christian, love Me more than these!”

Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies,
Savior may we hear Thy call,
Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.

Galilee, bright Galilee,
Hallowed thoughts we turn to thee!
Woven through thy history,
Gleams the charming mystery
Of the life of One Who came,
Bearing grief, reproach and shame,
Savior of the world to be;
“God with us” by Galilee.

Once along that rugged shore
He, who all our sorrows bore,
Journeyed oft with weary feet,
Through the storm or burning heat;
Healing all who came in faith,
Calling back to life from death;
King of kings from heaven was He,
Though so poor by Galilee!

Wild the night on Galilee;
Loudly roared the angry sea,
When upon the tossing wave
Jesus walked, His own to save:
Calmed the tumult by His will,
Only saying, “Peace, be still!”
Ruler of the storm was He,
On the raging Galilee!

Still in loving tenderness
Doth the Master wait to bless;
Still His touch upon the soul
Bringeth balm and maketh whole;
Still He comforts mourning hearts,
Life, and joy, and peace imparts;
Still the Friend of all is He,
As of old by Galilee!

Thou to Whom the sick and dying
Ever came, nor came in vain,
Still with healing word replying,
To the wearied cry of pain,
Hear us, Jesu, as we meet
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.

Still the weary, sick, and dying
Need a brother’s, sister’s care,
On Thy higher help relying
May we now their burdens share,
Bringing all our offerings meet
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.

May each child of Thine be willing
Willing both in hand and heart,
All the law of love fulfilling,
Ever comfort to impart;
Ever bringing offerings meet,
Suppliant to Thy mercy seat.

So may sickness, sin, and sadness
To Thy healing virtue yield,
Till the sick and sad, in gladness,
Rescued, ransomed, cleansèd, healed,
One in Thee together meet,
Pardoned at Thy judgment seat.