ENDEAVOR CONSECRATION HYMN.
By John Nelson Davidson
WHERE I may serve Thee best, O Master,
Keep me or send;
Life's days are passing fast and faster,
Soon labor here must end.
Joy is it, blessed Lord, to serve Thee
Where Thou dost call.
Mountain or plain or forest please me;
Things either great or small. Turn my life from self and sadness,
Choose the path for me;
Thy service, Lord, is joy and gladness;
Happy my walk with Thee. In day and sunshine call to serve Thee,
Where all is bright;
Hear near the homes of those who love me;
Or call in storm and night;
Call Thou to cities' anxious thronging,
Or desert lone;
Or 'mid earth's angry strife and wronging,
Or to the sad heart's moan. Blessed the loving hand that saved me,
Hand pierced and torn.
Blessed the tender hand that owned me,
Sinner condemned, forlorn,
The loving kindness, it hath won me,
Love all Thine own;
And, Master, when in joy I greet Thee
Let me not come alone!