Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee,

[for me? When Thou hast given Thine own dear Self 5

I pray Thee, Saviour, keep

Me in Thy love,
Until death's holy sleep

Shall me remove
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 Cutter praise, when Thou hast

taught me Thy statutes.-Ps. 119. 171. 1

WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy dear

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 0, wherefore swells so sweet above

The everlasting hymn ?
Thy will they work, Thy law they love,

Those tuneful Seraphim.
7 0, when shall perfect holiness

Make this poor voice divine,
And all harmonious heaven confess
No sweeter song than mine?


T. H.


1144 Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?

Acts 9. 6. 1

OFT when of God we ask

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 ?
2 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.
3 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 ?
4 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
peace so sacred and so sweet.

T. T. LYNCH. 1855. 1145 Light is sown for the righteous. —Ps. 97. 11. 1 ORD, 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.

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—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.




My God, I thank Thee, who hast made

8.4. 1147 We joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Rom. 5. 11. 1


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,

That in the darkest spot of earth

Some love is found.
3 I thank Thee more that all our joy

Is touched with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours,

That thorns remain;
So that earth’s bliss may be our guide

And not our chain.
4 For Thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon

Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,

Yet all with wings;
So that we see, gleaming on high,

Diviner things. 5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept

The best in store;
We have enough, yet not too much

To long for more;
A yearning for a deeper peace

Not known before.
6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls,

Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,

A perfect rest—
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus' breast.

A. A. PROCTOR. 1860.

C.M. 1148 Not as the world giveth, give I unto you.

John 14. 27.
1 MHE world can neither give nor take,

Nor can it comprehend,
The peace of God, which Christ has brought,

peace which knows no end.

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