I Am Thy Levite Lord

I am Thy Levite, Lord; Thou art my lot alone.
Give me a will in sweet accord with all that is Thine own.
Great things I will not seek; they only prove a snare:
Enough if Thou my spirit keep, unhurt by sin and care.
Too long I’ve lived for time; too long have walked by sight.
Let me now leave this earthly slime, for things all great and bright.
Give me that unction pure, which opes the blinded eye,
And let me see, right clear and sure, the things that are on high.
Oh! clothe me with Thy righteousness, and make me clean within,
That I may see Thy blessed face, thy grace and mercy win.
Lead me within the veil, where stands Thy glorious throne,
And let my Savior’s plea prevail, as if it were mine own.
Here I Thy name will praise, Thine anger’s turned away;
And Thou wilt magnify Thy grace, and all thy love display.
What wilt Thou, Lord, that I for Thee should do or bear?
My heart will joyfully comply to serve Thee everywhere.
To battle forth I go; Jehovah is my strength:
I will not fear though strong the foe; I shall prevail at length.

-John Milne, from The Life of John Milne by Horatius Bonar, Banner of Truth Trust, 38-39

Of the Father’s Love Begotten

Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!

At His Word the worlds were framed;
He commanded; it was done:
Heaven and earth and depths of ocean
In their threefold order one;
All that grows beneath the shining
Of the moon and burning sun,
Evermore and evermore!

He is found in human fashion,
Death and sorrow here to know,
That the race of Adam’s children
Doomed by law to endless woe,
May not henceforth die and perish
In the dreadful gulf below,
Evermore and evermore!

O that birth forever blessed,
When the virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving,
Bare the Savior of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face,
evermore and evermore!

O ye heights of heaven adore Him;
Angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him,
and extol our God and King!
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Every voice in concert sing,
Evermore and evermore!

This is He Whom seers in old time
Chanted of with one accord;
Whom the voices of the prophets
Promised in their faithful word;
Now He shines, the long expected,
Let creation praise its Lord,
Evermore and evermore!

Righteous judge of souls departed,
Righteous King of them that live,
On the Father’s throne exalted
None in might with Thee may strive;
Who at last in vengeance coming
Sinners from Thy face shalt drive,
Evermore and evermore!

Thee let old men, thee let young men,
Thee let boys in chorus sing;
Matrons, virgins, little maidens,
With glad voices answering:
Let their guileless songs re-echo,
And the heart its music bring,
Evermore and evermore!

Christ, to Thee with God the Father,
And, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Hymn and chant with high thanksgiving,
And unwearied praises be:
Honor, glory, and dominion,
And eternal victory,
Evermore and evermore!

-Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, 4th Century. Hymn story here: