1 Band of brethren, who are given
To the Lamb of Calvary,
Call'd to preach the reign of heaven,
And the gospel jubilee;
Jesus asks us:
"Simon Peter, lov'st thou me?"
2 Lord, thou knowest that we love thee;
Oh for grace to love thee more:
Let our notes of praise now move thee
Down upon our souls to pour
Thy good Spirit,
Then we all shall love thee more.
3 When the sacred page we ponder,
Shine upon it from above,
When we gaze with deepest wonder
On the bleeding Saviour's love,
Then our warm affections move.
4 Teach us all our high vocation,
Fill us with the love of souls,
Spread abroad thy great salvation
From the centre to the poles,
Till the Saviour
Sees the travail of his soul
5 Grant us heav'nly strength and blessing,
To be faithful to the end,
Let not one thy love possessing
Join at last th'Iscariot band!
O the traitor!
Save us, Jesus, from his end!
6 Sooner may the rocks and mountains
Fall upon us from on high,
And our life blood's deepest fountains
In our inmost souls go dry,
Than betray him
Who to save us left the sky.
|First Line:||Band of brethren, who are given|
|Topic:||For meetings of the theological students or of ministers; Kingdom and Church of Christ: Pastoral|