There is no anxious care too slight
To wake Thy sympathy.

2 Thou who hast trod the thorny road
Wilt share each small distress;
The love which bore the greater load
Will not refuse the less.

3 There is no secret sigh we breathe
But meets Thine ear Divine;
And every cross grows light beneath
The shadow, Lord, of Thine.

4 Life's ills without, sin's strife within,
The heart would overflow,

But for that love which died for sin,
That love which wept with woe.

MRS. JANE CREWDSON. 1860.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

LOVE TO GOD AND MAN.

6.4.

1122 Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of

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God.-1 John 4. 7.

BELOVED, let us love!

of God:

In God alone hath love

Its true abode.

2 Beloved, let us love!

For they who love—
They only are His sons,
Born from above.

3 Beloved, let us love!
For love is rest;

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And He who loveth not
Abides unblest.

4 Beloved, let us love!
In love is light;

And he who loveth not
Dwelleth in night.

5 Beloved, let us love!
For only thus

Shall we be with that God
Who loveth us.

112th.

H. BONAR. 1880.

We love Him, because He first loved us.
1 John 4. 19.

LOVE, who formedst me to wear
The image of the Godhead here;
Who soughtest me with tender care
Through all my wanderings wild and drear;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

2 O Love, who ere life's earliest dawn
On me Thy choice hast gently laid;
O Love, who here as man wast born,
And wholly like to us wast made;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.

3 O Love, who once in time wast slain,

Pierced through and through with bitter woe;

O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain
That we eternal joy might know ;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.

4 O Love, who lovedst me for aye,
Who for my soul dost ever plead;

O Love, who didst my ransom pay,
Whose power sufficeth in my
stead;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.

5 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise,
From out this dying life of ours;
O Love, who once o'er yonder skies
Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.

A. SILESIUS. X. CENT.

TR. BY C. WINKWORTH, 1840.

112th.

1124 I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength.

Ps. 18. 1.

1 HEE will I love, my strength, my tower; Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;

Thee will I love, with all my power,
In all Thy works, and Thee alone;
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fills my whole soul with strong desire.

2 I thank Thee, uncreated Sun,

That Thy bright beams have on me shined;
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and healed my wounded mind.
I thank Thee, Lord, whose quickening voice
Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice.

3 Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Transfigure with Thy heavenly light.

4 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown,
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown,
Or smile-Thy sceptre, or Thy rod;
What though my flesh and heart decay,
Thee shall I love in endless day!

A. SILESIUS. X. CENT.
TR. BY J. WESLEY. 1740.

10.10.10.10.4.

1125 The love of Christ which passeth knowledge.

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Eph. 3. 19.

IT passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Saviour; yet this soul of mine Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,

Its height and depth, and everlasting strength, Know more and more.

2 It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine, My Jesus, Saviour; yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim, to sinners far and near, A love which can remove all guilty fear,

And love beget.

3 It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus, Saviour; yet this heart of mine
Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free,
Which brings a rebel sinner, such as me,
Nigh unto God.

4 Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love!
Lead, lead me to the living fount above!
Thither may I, in simple faith, draw nigh,
And never to another fountain fly,

But unto Thee.

5 And when my Jesus face to face I see, When at His lofty throne I bow the knee;

Then of His love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, My soul shall sing.

MARY SHEKLETON. 1863.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

HOLINESS AND CONSECRATION.

6.5.

1126 Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.

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Luke 17. 13.

JESUS,

ESUS, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear Thy children's cry!
2 Pardon our offences,
Loose our captive chains,
Break down every idol
Which our soul detains.
3 Give us holy freedom,
Fill our hearts with love,
Draw us, holy Jesus,
To the realms above.

4 Lead us on our journey,
Be Thyself the Way
Through terrestial darkness.
To celestial day.

5 Jesus, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear Thy children's cry!

G. R. PRYNNE. 1856.