To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, - we For He the lonely wine-press trod, Our cup of joy to bring. His glorious arm the strife main-tained, He marched in might from far; His robes were with the vintage stained, Red with the wine 2 To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, 3 To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing,we ever sing; For He hath crushed beneath His rod He plunged in His imperial strength 4 To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing,we ever sing; For He redeemed us with His blood Thy saving strength His arm upbore, Anne R. Cousin 134 FIAT LUX 6,4 John B. Dykes Jesus, Thy name I love, All oth - er names a bove, Jesus, my Lord! O, Thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Noth-ing apart from Thee, 254 24 Lord! am I pre-cious in Thy sight? Lord! would'st Thou have me Thine? What may I grieve, may I de light The Maj - es ty Di-vine? A-MEN. 2 O Holy Spirit! dost Thou mourn When I from Thee depart? Dost Thou rejoice when I return 4 Strange height of sin, to spurn the love That yearns to make me blest, And drive away the Heavenly Dove 3 O sweet, strange height of Grace Divine, 5 O happy Heaven, where Thine embrace My sin Thy grief to make, And this poor faithfulness of mine For Thy delight to take! I never more shall leave, Nor ever cast away Thy grace, Nor once Thy Spirit grieve! 6 Let me, dear Lord, each grace possess And bring the humble holiness That gives my God delight. Thomas H. Gill |