Christ is gone up; yet ere He passed
From earth, in Heav’n to reign,
He formed one holy Church to last
Till He should come again.

His twelve Apostles first He made
His ministers of grace;
And they their hands on others laid,
To fill in turn their place.

So age by age, and year by year,
His grace was handed on;
And still the holy Church is here,
Although her Lord is gone.

Let those find pardon, Lord, from Thee,
Whose love to her is cold:
Bring wanderers in, and let there be
One Shepherd and one fold.

And now we haste with thankful feet
To seek our Savior’s face;
And in the holy Church to meet,
His chosen dwelling place.

Dear Lord, ascended Savior,
Here once again
We make our consecration,
In Thy dear Name.

Christ Jesus, our Redeemer,
Behold us now;
O breathe on us Thy Spirit—
Lowly we bow.

We turn from all our wanderings,
To seek Thy face;
Heal Thou our hearts and strengthen,
By Thy sweet grace.

O may this consecration,
In Thee complete,
Be evermore enduring,
Till Thee we meet.

It may not be on the mountain’s height, or over the stormy sea;
It may not be at the battle’s front my Lord will have need of me;
But if by a still, small voice He calls to paths I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Yours,
I’ll go where You want me to go.

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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.

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 Savior, if You will be my Guide, though dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet,
I’ll say what You want me to say.

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There’s surely somewhere a lowly place in earth’s harvest fields so wide,
Where I may labor through life’s short day for Jesus, the Crucified.
So, trusting my all unto Your care, I know You always love me!
I’ll do Your will with a heart sincere,
I’ll be what You want me to be.

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Lord, send us forth to preach the Word
Wherever man is found;
Till every soul of Thee has heard
The whole wide world around.

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Lord, send us forth, O send today;
Baptize us with Thy might;
As heralds speed us on our way,
To those who grope for light.

Lord, send us forth as those who bear
Glad tidings from the throne;
With joy the message to declare
Till earth Thy sway shall own.

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Lord, send us forth, nor staff nor scrip,
But only in Thy might;
Thy Spirit touching heart and lip
To guide and keep aright.

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Lord, send us forth, the faith supply,
The sowing time is ours;
Thine be the harvest by and by,
Beyond the gracious showers.

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