3 We sing the praise of Jesus, who did our souls

redeem,

Who welcomed little children when they were brought to Him:

He kindly spoke, and told them that they for Him had charms,

And then He did enfold them, and bless'd them, in His arms.

266 1 Jo. 1. 7.-"If we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship

one with another."

1 WALK in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love,

His Spirit only can bestow

Who reigns in light above.
Walk in the light! and sin abhorred
Shall ne'er defile again;

The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord,
Shall cleanse from every stain.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly His,

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,
In whom no darkness is.

Walk in the light! and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away,

Because that light hath on thee shone,
In which is perfect day.

3 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquer'd there!

Walk in the light! and thou shalt see
A path, tho' thorny, bright;

For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God himself is light.

267 1 Jo. II. 8.-" The darkness is past, and the true light now shineth."

1 'Tis past, the dark and dreary night,
And, Lord, we hail Thee now,

Our Morning Star, without a cloud
Of sadness on Thy brow.

Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave,

Thy sorrows all are o'er;

And oh! sweet thought! thy eye shall weep,
Thy heart shall break no more.

2 Deep were those sorrows-deeper still
The love that brought thee low;
That bade the streams of life from Thee,
A willing victim, flow,

The soldier, as he pierc'd Thee, prov'd
Man's hatred, Lord, to Thee;

While in the blood that stain'd the spear,
Love, only love we see.

3 Drawn from Thy pierc'd and bleeding side,
That pure and cleansing flood,
Speaks peace to every heart that knows
The virtues of Thy blood.

Yet, 'tis not that we know the joy

Of cancell'd sin alone,

But, happier far, Thy saints are call'd

To share Thy glorious throne.

4 So closely are we link'd in love,
So wholly one with Thee,
That all Thy bliss and glory then
Our bright reward shall be.

Yes, when the storm of life is calm'd-
The weary desert pass'd,

Our way-worn hearts shall find in Thee
Their full repose at last.

268

1 Jo. II. 28.-" Abide in Him."

1 CLING to the Crucified!

His death is life to thee,—
Life for eternity.

His pains thy pardon seal;
His stripes thy bruises heal;
His cross proclaims thy peace,
Bids every sorrow cease.
His blood is all to thee,

It purges thee from sin;
It sets thy spirit free,

It keeps thy conscience clean.
Cling to the Crucified!

2 Cling to the Crucified!
His is a heart of love,
Full as the hearts above;
Its depths of sympathy
Are all awake for thee.

His countenance is light,
Even in the darkest night.

That love shall never change,

That light shall ne'er grow dim ;
Charge thou thy faithless heart
To find its all in Him.

Cling to the Crucified!

269 1 Jo. III. 2.-" We shall see him as He is."

1 FOR ever to behold Him shine,
For evermore to call Him mine,
And see Him still before me!
For ever on His face to gaze,
And meet His full assembled rays,
While all the Father He displays
To all the saints in glory!

2 Not all things else are half so dear
As His delightful presence here,—
What must it be in Heaven!
'Tis Heav'n on earth to hear Him say,
As now we journey day by day,
"Poor sinner, cast thy fears away,
Thy sins are all forgiven."

3 But how will His celestial voice
Make our enraptur'd hearts rejoice
When we in glory hear Him!
While we, no longer at the gate,
But in His blessed presence wait,
And Jesus, on His throne of state,
Invites us to come near Him.

270

1 Jo. IV. 10.-" Herein is love."

1 O, BLESSED love! wert thou but known,
Men would enjoy a calm repose;
But, as a labour of their own,

They toil, and none thy sweetness knows.

2 O love! would all submit to give

To Thee the honour of the whole;
How gladly wouldst Thou all forgive,
Be all in all to every soul.

271 1 Jo. IV. 17.-" As He is, so are we in this

world."

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world
The blessed Saviour pass'd;

A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last.

That tender heart that felt for all,
For us its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

2 Such was our Lord.-and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless evil world

That wreathed his brow with thorn?
No,-facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him obedient still,

We homeward press, thro' storm or calm,
To Zion's blessed hill.

3 In tents we dwell, amid the waste,
Nor turn aside to roam

In folly's paths, nor seek our rest
Where Jesus had no home.

Dead to the world, with Him who died

To win our hearts-our love,

We, risen with our risen Head,

In spirit dwell above.

4 By faith, His boundless glories there
Our wond'ring eyes behold,

Those glories which eternal years
Shall never all unfold.

This fills our hearts with deep desire
To lose ourselves in love,

Bears all our hopes from earth away,
And fixes them above.