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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,
Shall me remove
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
A full triumphant song?
So ready to transgress?
My sins Thy praise oppress.
Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my songs be sweet. 4 Each sin I cast away shall make
My soul more strong to soar;
A strain divine the more.
The more I wait on Thee;
6 0, wherefore swells so sweet above
The everlasting hymn ?
Those tuneful Seraphim.
Make this poor voice divine,
1144 Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?
Acts 9. 6. 1
OFT when of God we ask
For fuller, happier life,
Involving care and strife:
Has prayer new trouble on us brought ?
Though strange to us it seems;
The blessing on us streams ;
Then the clear waters on us burst.
Wherein, to us unknown,
Which may be all our own;.
That speedily will bring such gain ?
And God the waters gives ;
And only war could make us meet
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
The work of truth can see.
With lights and shadows strown,
When walking in my own.
And pleasant is the way,
Am prone to go astray.
More light, more wisdom give;
While on Thine earth I live.
It is Thy race we run;
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;
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:
PEACE AND JOY IN GOD
My God, I thank Thee, who hast made
8.4. 1147 We joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Rom. 5. 11. 1
Beauty and light;
Noble and right!
Joy to abound;
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.
Is touched with pain;
That thorns remain;
And not our chain.
Our weak heart clings,
Yet all with wings;
Diviner things. 5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept
The best in store;
To long for more;
Not known before.
Though amply blest,
A perfect rest—
A. A. PROCTOR. 1860.
C.M. 1148 Not as the world giveth, give I unto you.
John 14. 27.
Nor can it comprehend,
peace which knows no end.