3 Without a murmur I dismiss
My former dreams of earthly bliss;.
My joy, my recompense is this,
Each hour to cling to Thee.

4 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient uncomplaining love
Still would I cling to Thee.

5 Though faith and hope awhile be tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!

They fear not life's rough storms to brave,

Since Thou art near and strong to save;
Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave,
Because they cling to Thee.

7 Blest is my lot, whate'er befal;
What can disturb me, who appal,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
Saviour, I cling to Thee?

L.M.

C. ELLIOTT. 1840.

1118 Speak, for Thy servant heareth.—

1

1 Sam. 3. 10.

LORD, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone:

As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children, lost and lone. 2 O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. 3 O strengthen me, that while I stand Firm on the Rock, and strong in Thee, I may stretch out a loving hand To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 4 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach

The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.

5 O give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.

6 O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
Until my very heart o'erflow

In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.

7 O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where;
Until Thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glorý share.

F. R. HAVERGAL.

C.M.

1879.

1119 Lord, teach us to pray-Luke

1

11. 1.

WHEN cold our hearts, and far from

Our wandering spirits stray, [Thee And thoughts and lips move heavily, Lord, teach us how to pray!

2 Too vile to venture near Thy throne,
Too poor to turn away,

Our only voice Thy Spirit's groan,
Lord, teach us how to pray!

1

John 1. 4.

Love Divine, Thyself impart;
IGHT of life, seraphic fire,

Every fainting soul inspire;
Shine in every drooping heart.

2 Every mourning sinner cheer;
Scatter all our guilty gloom.
Son of God, appear! appear!
To Thy living temples come.
3 Come, in this accepted hour;
Bring Thy heavenly Kingdom in;
Fill us with Thy glorious power,
Roeting out the love of sin.

4 Nothing more can we require,
We will ask for nothing less;
Be Thou all our heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace.

C.M.

C. WESLEY.

1734.

1121 God is faithful, who will not

suffer you to be tempted above

that ye are able.-1 Cor. 10. 13. 1 THERE is no sorrow, Lord, too light To bring in prayer to Thee; 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.

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;
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 laveth us.

112th.

H. BONAR. 1880.

1123 we love Him, because He first

loved us.-1 John 4. 19.

1 LOVE, who formedst me to wear
The image of the Godhead here;
Who soughtest me with tender care
Through all my wanderings wild and
O Love, I give myself to Thee, [drear;
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 lovest me for aye,
Who for my soul dost over 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
Shall 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.

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, [shined; That Thy bright beams have on me 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 shan 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

1

knowledge.-Eph. 3. 19.

IT passeth knowledge, that dear love of

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 faín 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, [strength, Its height and depth, its everlasting My soul shall sing.

MARY SHEKLETON 1863.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE : HOLINESS AND CONSECRATION.

6.5.

1126 Jesus, Master, have mercy on

1

us.-Luke 17 13.

JESUS, 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 terrestrial darkness
To celestial day.

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

1127

10s.

G. R. PRYNNE. 1856.

He that abideth in Me, and I

in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit.-John 15. 5.

1 LONG did I toil, and knew no earthly

rest;

Far did I rove, and found no certain At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, [come.

Who opes His arms, and bids the weary With Him I found a home, a rest Divine; And I since then am His, and He is mine.

2 The good I have is from His store supplied;

The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my Friend, I'm rich with naught beside; [possessed.

And poor without Him, though of all Changes may come; I take, or I resign: Content while I am His, while He is mine. 3 Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen; [clines;

A glorious sun, that wanes not, nor deAbove the clouds and storms He walks serene, [shines. And sweetly on. His people's darkness All may depart; I fret not, nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, while He is minc.

4 While here, alas! I know but half His love,

[adore;

But half discern Him, and but half But when I meet Him in the realms above, [more, I hope to love Him better,, praise Him

Nor wish to shun the grace Divine,
Which asks this humble gift of me.

2 Oh! take it now, and let Thy love
For evermore within me dwell,
And may Thy Spirit from above
Teach me to serve my Master well.
3 Afar be every thought of sin,
Afar be every wish to stray:
Let truth and holiness begin
To lead me up the heavenward way.
4 Make this my only aim and care,
To seek Thy praise in all I do;
To consecrate each act with prayer,
As I my daily work pursue.

5 More like to Thee, my blessed Lord,
I would be, as my days pass by,
With patience, love, and wisdom stored,
Ready to live, and fit to die.

7.6..

W. J. MATHAMS. 1878.

1129 Unto you who believe, He is

1

precious.-1 Pet. 2. 7.

NEED Thee, precious Jesus!

For I am full of sin

My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain,
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.

2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus,
For I am very poor;

A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus

To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe my sorrows,
A friend to care for me;

I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious carc,,
To tell my every trial,

And all my sorrows share.

4 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus!

And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne:
There, with Thy blood-bought children,.
My joy shall ever be,

To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.

F. WHITFIELD. 1859.

148th.

1130 Cast them down at Jesus' feet.—

Matt. 15. 30.

my

The sins I cannot count,
That all may cleansed be
In Thy once opened Fount.

I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
The burden is too great for me.
2 My heart to Thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read:
A faithless, wandering thing,
An evil heart indeed.

3

4

I bring it, Saviour, now to Thee,
That fixed and faithful it may be.

To Thee I bring my care,

The care I cannot flee,
Thou wilt not only share,
But bear it all for me.

O loving Saviour, now to Thee

I bring the load that wearies me.

I bring my grief to Thee,

The grief I cannot tell;
No words shall needed be,
Thou knowest all so well.

I bring the sorrow laid on me,

O suffering Saviour, now to Thee.

5 My joys to Thee I bring,

6

1

The joys Thy love hath given,
That each may be a wing
To lift me nearer heaven.

I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
For thou hast purchased all for me.

My life I bring to Thee,

I would not be my own;
O Saviour, let me be

Thine ever, Thine alone.

My heart, my life, my all I bring
To Thee, my Saviour and my King.
F. R. HAVERGAL. 1879.

1131

JEST

S.M.

Whether, therefore, we live or
die, we are the Lord's.-Rom.
14. 8.

ESUS! I live to Thee,
The loveliest and best:

My life in Thee, Thy life in me,
In Thy blest love I rest.

C.M.

1132 I will pay my vows unto the

Lord now.-Ps. 116. 18.

Y God! accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray,

No more from Thee decline.

2 Before the Cross of Him who died
Behold I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified,
And Christ be All in all.

3 On me outpour Thy heavenly grace,
And keep me for Thine own;
That I may see Thy glorious face,
And dwell before Thy throne.

4 Let every thought and work and word To Thee be ever given;

Then life shall be Thy service, Lord! And death, the gate of heaven.

MATTHEW BRIDGES. 1848.

hearts by faith.-Eph. 3. 17.

GIVE my heart to Thee,

O Jesus most desired!

And heart for heart the gift shall be,
For Thou my soul hast fired;

Thou hearts alone wouldst move,
Thou only hearts dost love;

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,

O Jesus most desired!

What offering can I make,

Dear Lord, to love like Thine?

That Thou, the Word, didst stoop to take A human form like mine!

"Give Me thy heart, My son :

Lord, Thou my heart hast won;

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,
O Jesus most desired!

Here finds my heart its rest,

Repose that knows no shock,

The strength of love that keeps it blest In Thee, the riven Rock:

My soul, as girt around,

Her citadel hath found:

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,

O Jesus most desired!

1

cross.-Col. 1. 20.

EVER further than Thy cross,

NE

Never higher than Thy feet:
Here earth's precious things seem dross,
Here earth's bitter things grow sweet.

2 Gazing thus, our sin we see,
Learn Thy love while gazing thus;
Sin, which laid the cross on Thee,
Love, which bore the cross for us.
3 Here we learn to serve and give,
And rejoicing, self deny;
Here we gather love to live,
Here we gather faith to die.
4 Symbols of our liberty

And our service here unite:
Captives, by Thy cross set free,
Soldiers of Thy cross, we fight.

5 Pressing onwards as we can,

Still to this our hearts must tend;
Where our earliest hopes began,
There our last aspirings end.

6

7

8

9

10

Ere the world began,

4

5

Then, in flesh the glory veiling,

Thou didst shine the light unfailing;

Brightness none may scan,
Light revealed to man.

Leader of Thine host,

I Thy triumphs boast,

Over sin, death, hell, victorious,

Thou hast won salvation glorious,
Thine own blood the cost,
Leader of Thine host.

Prophet, Priest, and King,

I my homage bring,

Let Thy lovingkindness reach me ; Place me at Thy feet and teach me; Lowly praise I sing,

Prophet, Priest, and King.

Let Thy grace be shown,
Take me for Thine own,

Make me see and feel Thy glory;
Let my heart burn with the story
Of Thy love alone;

Make me all Thine own.

Keep me near Thy side,

Free from wrath and pride;

Stamp Thy lowliness and meekness
On my heart, that in my weakness,
Meek, I may abide,
Humble at Thy side.

Thy good Spirit give,
In Him let me live;

Ever watching, ever praying,

Joyful in Thy presence staying,

Love unfeigned give,

In it let me live.

When in troubles' night,

Surging in their might,

Stormy waves are o'er me rolling,

Let Thy hand, the storm controlling,

Lead me forth to light,

Out of troubles' night."

Make me true and bold,

Firm Thy name to hold;

For Thee yield my life or treasure,

To Thy will give up my pleasure;
Let me ne'er grow cold,

Never lose my hold.

When I shrinking stand,

Touched by death's cold hand,

Through the darksome valley guide me, Midst Thy saints a place provide me; Grant that I may stand,

Saved, at Thy right hand.

J. A. FREYLINGHAUSEN. 1700.
TR. BY F. W. GOTCH. 1880.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: DEVOTEDNESS AND SERVICE.

1137

1

Y gracious Lord, I own Thy right

Mcvery service I can pay,

And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates, and obey.

2 What is my being, but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend? 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days or powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 "Tis to my Saviour I would live, To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could untainted Eden give Such bliss as blossoms at His side.