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S.M.

Not unto us, O Lord... but unto Thy name give glory.Ps. 115. 1.

BLESS the Christ of God;

I rest on love Divine;

And with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.

His cross dispels each doubt;

I bury in His tomb

Each thought of unbelief and fear,
Each lingering shade of gloom.

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.

In Him is only good,

In me is only ill;

My ill but draws His goodness forth, And me He loveth still.

'Tis He who saveth me,

And freely pardon gives;

I love because He loveth me,

I live because He lives.

Ah, lead us gently on,

ATHER of Love, our Guide, our

Until life's trial-time shall end,
And heavenly peace be won!

[Friend,

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 make 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 8.8.8.6.

1108 His great love wherewith He

oved us.-Eph. 2. 4.

SAVIOUR, I have nought to plead, In earth beneath or heaven above, But just my own exceeding need

And Thy exceeding love.

2 The need will soon be past and gone,
Exceeding great but quickly o'er,
Thy love, unbought, is all Thine own,
And lasts for evermore.

MRS. JANE CREWDSON. 1862.

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112th.

I will not let Thee go, except
Thou bless me.-Gen. 32. 26.

COME, O Thou Traveller unknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle to the break of day.

2 I need not tell Thee who I am;
My misery and sin declare;

Thyself hast called me by my name,
Look on Thy hands and read it there.
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

3 In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!

Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

4 Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
5 Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquered by my instant prayer:
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if Thy name is Love.

6 "Tis Love: "Tis Love! Thou diedst for me,
I hear Thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal Love Thou art;
In vain I have not wept and strove :
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

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joy with Thy countenance.Acts 2. 28.

P to the fields where angels lie,

UP

And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this load of guilt remove;
And Thou canst bear me where Thou fliest
On Thy kind wings, celestial Dove.

3 O might I once mount up and see
The glories of the eternal skies,

What little things these worlds would be,
How despicable to my eyes!

4 Had I a glance of Thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
Vanish as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf
When rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in all, Eternal King,
Let me but view Thy lovely face:
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and Thy grace.
1709.

ISAAC WATTS.

4 Who has ever found Him faithless?
Who has found Him weak?
Multitudes His mighty praises
Joyful speak.

5 Aged men and blooming maidens,
Young men, children sweet,
Lay their crowns of adoration
At His feet.

C.M.

1113 I will teach thee in the way thou

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shalt go.-Ps. 32. 8.

PEAK to us, Lord, Thyself reveal, While here on earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of Thy love.

2 With Thee conversing we forget
All time and toil and care;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou, my God, art here.

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own Thy sway And echo to Thy voice.

4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face;
"Tis all I wish to seek ;

To attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.

5 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I Thy glory see;

Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in Thee.
C. WESLEY. 1740.

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I am the Way: no man cometh to the Father, but by Me.John 14. 6.

WE Tobing the Lord Christ down;

E may not climb the heavenly steeps,

In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.

2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,
A present help is He:
And faith has yet its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

3 The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;

We touch Him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again.

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8.8.8.4.

The hour of prayer.-Acts 3. 1.
Y God, is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,--
The hour of prayer?

2 For then a day-spring shines on me,
Brighter than morn's ethereal glow;
And richer dews descend from Thee
Than earth can know.

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hope of heaven.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my every want I find, [grief,
What strength for warfare, balm for
What peace of mind!

5 Hushed is each doubt; gone every fear,
My spirit seems in heaven to stay:
And e'en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.

6 Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.

L.M.

C. ELLIOTT. 1836.

Search me, O God, and know my

1116 heart: try me, and know my

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thoughts.-Ps. 139. 23.

THOU, to whose all-searching sight

to

Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds and set it free!
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the Cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.
While in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, if Thou, my God, art near.
4 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

5 If rough and thorny be my way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm and joy and peace.

J. A. FREYLINGHAUSEN.

TR. BY J. WESLEY.
8.8.8.6.

1730.

1740.

1117 Continue ye in My love.

John 15. 9.

HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen,

lean;

Sat, the weak, on Thee may

Help me, throughout life's varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee.

2 Blest with communion so Divine,
Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine,
When, as the branches to the vine,
My soul may cling to Thee?