“Nor silver no gold hath obtained my redemption,
Nor riches of earth could have saved my poor soul;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour now maketh me whole.
I am redeemed, but not with silver,
I am bought, but not with gold;
Bought with a price–
the blood of Jesus,
Precious price of love untold.”
More Like the Master
“More like the Master is my daily prayer;
More strength to carry crosses I must bear;
More earnest effort to bring His kingdom in;
More of His Spirit, the wanderer to win.
Take thou my heart, I would be Thine alone;
Take Thou my heart and make it all Thine own;
Purge me from sin, O Lord, I now implore,
Wash me and keep me Thine forevermore.”
I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go
“Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now, in the paths of sin, Some wand’rer whom I should seek,
O Saviour, if Thou wilt be my Guide, Tho’ dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet, I’ll say what you want me to say.
I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord, O’er mountain, or plain, or sea;
I’ll say what you want me to say, dear Lord, I’ll be what you want me to be.”
I’ll say what you want me to say:
to the young woman in the Mexican restaurant we visited yesterday (I gave her a tract, but could I have done more?). To the eye doctor I will see today, would the Lord have me say a word about Him? When I sing and speak and live before my children and husband at home, am I saying what He wants me say? Am I willing to go to the bank and to the ironing board to iron shirts for my husband today?