The Consecration Hour Is Nigh

The con­se­cra­tion hour is nigh

And as these moments quick­ly fly

We lin­ger here to meet our Lord

And list­en for His gra­cious word.

Dependent on Thy love di­vine

What have we

Lord

that is not Thine?

For Thou didst first each gift be­stow

And all things to Thy grace we owe.

Naught that we have our own we call;

To Thee we would de­vote our all;

And

if a sac­ri­fice it be

We make it will­ing­ly for Thee.

Made strong by Thine in­dwell­ing grace

We will with cour­age run our race

Looking to Thee

au­thor of faith:

Oh! make us faith­ful un­to death.