5 Uplift Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

C. F. ALEXANDER. 1858.

L.M.

1097 Quickened us together with Christ.

1

L

Eph. 2. 5.

ORD! I was blind, I could not see
In Thy marred visage any grace;
But now the beauty of Thy face
In radiant vision dawns on me!

2 Lord! I was deaf, I could not hear
The thrilling music of Thy voice;
But now I hear Thee and rejoice,
And sweet are all Thy words, and dear!
3 Lord! I was dumb, I could not speak
The grace and glory of Thy name;
But now, as touched with living flame,
My lips Thine eager praises wake!

4 Lord! I was dead, I could not stir
My lifeless soul to come to Thee ;
But now since Thou hast quickened me
I rise from sin's dark sepulchre !

5 For Thou hast made the blind to see
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and lo, I break
The chains of my captivity!

112th.

W. T. MATSON. 1857.

1098 Which hope we have as an anchor of the

1

Now

soul.--Heb. 6. 19.

I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul's anchor may remain ;

The wounds of Jesus, for my

sin

Before the world's foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.
2 Father! Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste, and live.
3 O Love, Thou bottomless abyss!
My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness,

My soul from condemnation free,

While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.

4 Fixed on this ground would I remain,
Though my heart fail and flesh decay:
This anchor shall my soul sustain
When earth's foundations melt away:
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

J. A. ROTHE. 1728.
TR. BY J. WESLEY. 1740.

S. M.

1099 Ye were as sheep going astray.—1 Pet. 2. 25.

1

I

WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

2

3

The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;

They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild.

They found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone;

They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.

Jesus my Shepherd is;

'Twas He that loved my soul,

'Twas He that washed me in His blood,

'Twas He that made me whole.
'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep;
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
'Tis He that still doth keep.

I would not be controlled,

But now I love my Shepherd's voice,
I love, I love the fold!

I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;

But now I love my Father's voice,

I love, I love His home!

7.6.

H. BONAR. 1857.

1100 o Lord, truly I am Thy servant.

Ps. 116. 16.

N full and glad surrender,
I give myself to Thee,

Thine utterly and only,

And evermore to be.

2 O Son of God who lov'st me,

I will be Thine alone;

And all I have, and am, Lord,
Shall henceforth be Thine own!
3 Reign over me, Lord Jesus!

O make my heart Thy throne!
It shall be Thine, dear Saviour,
It shall be Thine alone.

4 O! come and reign, Lord Jesus;
Rule over everything!
And keep me always loyal,
And true to Thee, my King.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1876.

1101

1

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

FAITH IN GOD.

7.6.8.6.

God forbid that I should glory, save in the
Cross.--Gal. 6. 14.

ENEATH the Cross of Jesus

Bain would take my stand

The Shadow of a mighty Rock,
Within a weary land:

A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

2 O safe and happy shelter,

O refuge tried and sweet,

O trysting-place where Heaven's love
And Heaven's justice meet!

As to the holy Patriarch

That wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Saviour's Cross to me,
A ladder up to heaven.

3 There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the farther side,
The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide.
And there between us stands the Cross,
Two arms outstretched to save,
Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

4 Upon the Cross of Jesus,

Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me;

And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess-

The wonders of His glorious love,

And my own worthlessness.

1102

1

E. C. CLEPHANE. 1876.

C. M.

Jesus. . . took a child, and set him by Him.
Luke 9. 47.

S helpless as a child who clings

As

Fast to his father's arm,

And casts his weakness on the strength
That keeps him safe from harm ;
So I, my Father, cling to Thee,
And thus I every hour

Would link my earthly feebleness
To Thine Almighty power.

2 As trustful as a child who looks
Up in his mother's face,

And all his little griefs and fears
Forgets in her embrace ;

So I to Thee, my Saviour, look,
And in Thy face Divine

Can read the love that will sustain

As weak a faith as mine.