2 How sweet are the flow'rets of April and May! But often the frost makes them wither away; Like flowers you may fade-are you ready to

die ?

While yet there is room, to a Saviour fly.

3 When Samuel was young he first knew the Lord,

He slept in His smile and rejoiced in His word; So most of God's children are early brought nigh;

Oh, seek Him in youth,--to a Saviour fly!

4 Do you ask me for pleasure? Then lean on His breast,

For there the sin-laden and weary find rest.
In the valley of death you will triumphing cry,
If this be called dying, 'tis pleasant to die.

261 1 PET. I. 11.-" The sufferings of Christ and the glory that should follow."

1 To Calv'ry, Lord, in spirit now
Our weary souls repair;
To dwell upon Thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.

2 Sweet resting-place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows the deep mysterious joy
Of peace with God within.

3 There, through thine hour of deepest woe,
Thy suffering spirit pass'd;

Grace there its wondrous victory gain'd,
And love endured its last.

4 Dear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds, With cords of love divine,

Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And link'd our life with thine.

5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours;
Dear Lord! we wait to see
Creation, all below, above,
Redeem'd and blest by Thee.

6 Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessed brow,

Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear
Its crown of glory now.

7 Why linger then? Come, Saviour, come,
Responsive to our call;

Come, claim thine ancient power, and reign,
The heir and Lord of all.

262 1 PET. II. 21.-" Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example that we should follow His steps."

1 O LORD, when we the path retrace,
Which Thou on earth hast trod;
To man Thy wondrous love and grace,
Thy faithfulness to God:

Thy love, by man so sorely tried,
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierc'd Thy side
Drew forth the blood to save.

2 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness,
'Midst darkness only light,

Thou didst Thy Father's name confess,
And in His will delight.

Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles,
Or suffering, shame and loss:

Thy path, uncheer'd by earthly smiles,
Led only to the cross.

2 O Lord, with sorrow and with shame,
Before Thee we confess

How little we, who bear Thy name,
Thy mind, Thy ways express.

Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind:
We would obedient be;

And all our rest and pleasure find,
In learning, Lord, of Thee,

263 1 PET. II. 21.—“ Leaving us an example, that ye should follow His steps."

1 LAMB of God, I look to Thee,
Thou shalt my example be;
When Thou wast a little child,
Thou wast gentle, meek, and mild.

2 Due obedience Thou didst show,
O, make me obedient too;
Thou wast merciful and kind,
Grant me, Lord, Thy loving mind.

3 Let me, above all, fulfil

God, my heav'nly Father's will;
Never His good Spirit grieve,--
Only to His glory live."

4 Loving Jesus, holy Lamb,
In Thy hands secure I am ;
Fix Thy temple in my heart,
Never from Thy child depart.

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5 Teach me to show forth Thy praise,
Love and serve Thee all my days:
Oh, might all around me see
Christ, the Holy Child, in me!

264 1 PET. II, 25.-" Ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls."

1 I WAS a wand'ring sheep,
I did not love the fold:

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controll❜d.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home;

I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They followed me o'er vale and bill,
O'er deserts waste and wild.
They found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone;

They bound me with the bands of love;
They saved the wandering one!

3 They spoke in tender love,

They raised my drooping head:

They gently closed my bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed.

They washed my filth away,

They made me clean and fair;

They brought me to my home in peace,-
The long-sought wanderer!

4 Jesus my Shepherd is,

'Twas 'He that loved my soul,

'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole.
'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep,
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,-
'Tis He that still doth keep.

5 I was a wandering sheep,
I would not be controll'd:

But now I love my Shepherd's voice,
I love, I love the fold!

I was a wayward child;

I once preferr'd to roam;

But now I love my Father's voice,-
I love, I love His home!

265 2 PET. III. 18.-" To Him be glory, both now and for ever."

1 WE sing the praise of Jesus, the holy Lamb of

God,

Who came from Heaven to bless us, and shed for us His blood:

Who died in awful anguish, upon the cross, that

we

Might live to sing His praises throughout eter

nity.

2 We sing the praise of Jesus, tho' once on earth He taught,

He's now in Heaven and sees us, and knows our every thought:

He will not frown upon us, altho' to Him we raise

Our sinful hearts and voices, in one sweet song of praise.