4

I would not walk alone,

But still with Thee, my God:
At every step my blindness own,
And ask of Thee the road.

5

Dear Lord and Master mine,

Still keep Thy servant true!
My Guardian, and my Guide Divine,
Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through!

6.4.6.4.10.10.

T. H. GILL. 1870.

1142 Unto Thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.

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Ps. 25. 1.

Saviour Divine!

For Thou art all to me
And I am Thine.

Is there on earth a closer bond than this,
That "my Beloved's mine, and I am His"?

Thine am I by all ties;

But chiefly Thine,

That through Thy sacrifice,
Thou, Lord, art mine.

By Thine own cords of Love, so sweetly wound
Around me, I to Thee am closely bound.

To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb,
I all things owe;

All that I have and am,

And all I know.

All that I have is now no longer mine,
And I am not my own; Lord, I am Thine.
How can I, Lord, withhold
Life's brightest hour

From Thee; or gather gold,
Or any power?

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?

Why should I keep one precious thing from
Thee,
When Thou hast given Thine own dear Self

I pray Thee, Saviour, keep
Me in Thy love,

Until death's holy sleep

Shall me remove

[for me

To that fair realm where, sin and sorrow o'er,
Thou and Thine own are one for evermore.
C. E. MUDIE. 1871.

C.M.

1143 My lips shall utter praise, when Thou hast

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taught me Thy statutes.-Ps. 119. 171.

WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy dear praise

But tremble on my tongue?

Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise
A full triumphant song?

2 How can this heart divinely glow,
So ready to transgress?
Thy broken law doth dull me so;
My sins Thy praise oppress.

3 O make me, Lord, Thy statutes learn,
Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my lips divinely burn,
Then shall my songs be sweet.

4 Each sin I cast away shall make
My soul more strong to soar;
Each work I do for Thee shall wake
A strain divine the more.

5 My voice shall more delight Thine ear
The more I wait on Thee;

Thy service brings my soul more near
The angelic harmony.

6 O, wherefore swells so sweet above
The everlasting hymn?

Thy will they work, Thy law they love,
Those tuneful Seraphim.

7 O, when shall perfect holiness
Make this poor voice divine,

And all harmonious heaven confess
No sweeter song than mine?

148th.

T. H. GILL. 1870.

1144 Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?

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Acts 9. 6.

FT when of God we ask

OF For fuller, happier life,

He sets us some new task,
Involving care and strife:

Is this the boon for which we sought?
Has prayer new trouble on us brought?
This is indeed the boon,

Though strange to us it seems;
We pierce the rock, and soon
The blessing on us streams;
For when we are the most athirst,
Then the clear waters on us burst.
We toil as in a field,

Wherein, to us unknown,
A treasure lies concealed,
Which may be all our own;

And shall we of the toil complain,
That speedily will bring such gain?

We dig the wells of life,
And God the waters gives;
We win our way by strife,
Then He within us lives:

And only war could make us meet
For peace so sacred and so sweet.

C. M.

T. T. LYNCH. 1855.

1145 Light is sown for the righteous.—Ps. 97. 11.

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LORD, give me light to do Thy work,

For only, Lord, from Thee

Can come the light by which these eyes
The work of truth can see.

2 The way is narrow, often dark,
With lights and shadows strown,
I wander oft, and think it Thine,
When walking in my own.

3 Yet pleasant is the work for Thee,
And pleasant is the way,

But, Lord, the world is dark, and I
Am prone to go astray.

4 O send me light to do Thy work,
More light, more wisdom give;
Then shall I work Thy work indeed,
While on Thine earth I live.

5 The work is Thine, not mine, O Lord;
It is Thy race we run;

Give light, and then shall all I do
Be well and truly done.

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H. BONAR. 1860.

1146 That we should be to the praise of His glory.

Eph. 1. 12.

1 EACH me to live! 'Tis easier far to die, Gently and silently to pass away,

On earth's long night to close the heavy eye, And waken in the realms of glorious day.

2 Teach me that harder lesson-how to live; To serve Thee in the darkest paths of life; Arm me for conflict now— v—fresh vigour give,

And make me more than conqueror in the strife 3 Teach me to live. Thy purpose to fulfil : Bright for Thy glory let my taper shine! Each day renew, remould the stubborn will: Closer round Thee my heart's affections twine. 4 Teach me to live! No idler let me be, But in Thy service hand and heart employ; Prepared to do Thy bidding cheerfully— Be this my highest, this my holiest joy. 5 Teach me to live!—with kindly words for all, Wearing no cold, repulsive brow of gloom: Waiting, with cheerful patience, till Thy call Summon my spirit to her heavenly home.

ELLEN E. BURMAN. 1860.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

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PEACE AND JOY IN GOD

8.4.

We joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Rom. 5. 11.

MY God, I thank Thee, who hast made

The earth so bright;

So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;

So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right!

2 I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made
Joy to abound;

So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,