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.

E. C. CLEPHANE. 1876. 1102 Jesus ... wk a child, and set him ly Him.

Luke 9. 47. 1

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.

As helpless as a child who clings

3 As loving as a child who sits

Close by his parent's knee,
And knows no want while it can have

That sweet society;
So, sitting at Thy feet, my heart

Would all its love outpour,

that Thou wouldst teach me, Lord, To love Thee more and more.

J. D. BURNS. 1862.

1103 Blessed are they who have not seen, and yet

have believed.John 20. 29. ESUS, these eyes have never seen


The veil of sense hangs dark between

Thy blessèd face and mine.
2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,

Yet art Thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot

As where I meet with Thee. 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought,

When slumbers o'er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought,

And charms my ravished soul.
4 Yet, though I have not seen, and still

Must rest in faith alone,
I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,

Unseen, but not unknown.
5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,

And still this throbbing heart, The rending veil shall Thee reveal, All glorious as Thou art.



S.M. 1104 Not unto us, O Lord . . . but unto Thy

name give glory.—Ps. 115. 1.
1 BLESS the Christ of God;

I rest on love Divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart,

I call this Saviour mine.
2 His cross dispels each doubt;

I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,

Each lingering shade of gloom.
3 I praise the God of grace;

I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,

My God, my joy, my light.
4 In Him is only gooil,

In me is only ill;
My ill but draws His goodness forth,

And me He loveth still.
5 'Tis He who saveth me,

And freely pardon gives ;
I love because He loveth me,

I live because He lives.
6 My life with Him is hid,

My death has passed away,
My clouds have melted into light,
My midnight into day.

H. BONAR. 1857.

1105 They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount


Zion.-Ps. 125. 1.
HO in the Lord

And feel His sprinkled blood,
In storms and hurricanes abide

Firm as the mount of God.


Steadfast, and fixed, and sure,

His Zion cannot move;
His faithful people stand secure,

Fenced by His guardian love,
As round Jerusalem

The hilly bulwarks rise,
So God protects and covers them

From all their enemies.


4 On every side He stands,

And for His Israel cares ;
And safe in His almighty hands
Their souls for ever bears.

C. WESLEY. 1740.

1106 Lord, save us, we perish

. -—Matt. 8. 25. 0! the storms of life are breaking,



For our succour undertaking,

Lord and Saviour, help us !
2 Lo! the world, from Thee rebelling,

Round Thy Church in pride is swelling;
With Thy word their madness quelling,

Lord and Saviour, help us !
3 On Thine own command relying,

We our onward task are plying,
Unto Thee for safety sighing,

Lord and Saviour, help us ! 4 Steadfast we, in faith abiding,

In Thy secret presence hiding,
In Thy love and grace confiding

Lord and Saviour, help us !

5 By Thy birth, Thy cross, Thy passion,

By Thy tears of deep compassion,
By Thy mighty intercession,
Lord and Saviour, help us !


1107 Lead me in Thy truth, and teach me.

Ps. 25. 5.



ATHER of Love, our Guide, our Friend,

Oh, lead us gently on,
Until life's trial-time shall end,

And heavenly peace be won!
We know not what the path may be

As yet by us untrod;
But we can trust our all to Thee,

Our Father and our God.
2 If called, like Abraham's child, to climb

The hill of sacrifice,
Some angel may be there in time;

Deliverance shall arise :
Or, if some darker lot be good,

Oh, teach us to endure
The sorrow, pain, or solitude

That makes the spirit pure!
3 Christ by no flowery pathway came;

And we, His followers here,
Must do Thy will and praise Thy name,

In hope, and love, and fear.
And, till in heaven we sinless bow

And faultless anthems raise,
O Father, Son, and Spirit, now
Accept our feeble praise !

W. J. IRONS. 1865.

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