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HOW MUCH I OWE.

R. M. McCheyne.

GETHSEMANE.

7s. 61. R. Redhead.

I

WHEN

HEN this passing world is done,—
When has sunk yon glorious sun;
When, from off the mount of God,
We review the path we've trod;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then-how much I owe!

325

GOD OF ALL COMFORT.

R. M. McCheyne.

CYPRUS. 75. 61.
From Mendelssohn.

I CHOSEN not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified-

Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign—
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night thine anger burns-
Morning comes, and joy returns:
God of comforts! bid me show
To thy poor how much I owe.

4 When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I'm captive led;
Oft I fall, but still arise-
Jesus comes-the tempter flies:
Blesséd Jesus! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.

A-men.

326 CANTICLES i. 7, 8.

T. Hastings.

STILL WATER. II-9.

T. Hastings.

Ο

TELL me, thou life and delight of my soul,
Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding;

I seek thy protection, I need thy control,

I would go where my Shepherd is leading.
2 O tell me the place where thy flock are at rest,
Where the noontide will find them reposing;
The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed,
And the pathway of peace I am losing.

3 O why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes,
'Mid the desert where now they are roving,
Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes,
And temptations their ruin are proving?

4 O when shall my foes and my wandering cease,
And the follies that fill me with weeping?
Thou Shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace
Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping.

327

I CORINTHIANS XV. 10.

T. Kelly.

MIZPEH.

A-men.

75.

From Beethoven.

I LESSED fountain, full of grace

BLESSED

Grace for sinners, grace for me!

To this source alone I trace

What I am and hope to be:

2 What I am, as one redeemed,

Saved and rescued by the Lord;
Hating what I once esteemed,

Loving what I once abhorred;

3 What I hope to be ere long,
When I take my place above,
When I join the heavenly throng,
When I see the God of love.

4 Then I hope like him to be,

Who redeemed his saints from sin,
Whom I now obscurely see,
Through a veil that stands between

A-men.

328 ANCIENT German Hymn.

Tr. R. S. Willis.

CRUSADERS' HYMN.

56,8; 55,8. Arr. R. S. Willis.

I

FA

AIREST Lord Jesus! Ruler of all nature!
O thou of God and man the Son!

Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,

Thee, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.

2 Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands! Robed in the blooming garb of spring;

Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,

Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;

Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.

329

I PETER i. 8.

R. Palmer.

RAPHAEL.

From Donizetti.

330

have seen

That radiant form of thine!

The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine!

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Yet art thou oft with me;

And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with thee.

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
When slumbers o'er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;

I love thee, dearest Lord!-and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,

The rending veil shall thee reveal,
All glorious as thou art!

THE WARFARE.

I. Watts.

A-men.

AMES. L. M.

S. Neukomm.

I

STA

TAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;

March to the gates of endless joy,

Where Jesus, thy great Captain 's gone.