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VSTUDIA IN 



THE LIBRARY 

of 
VICTORIA UNIVERSITY 

Toronto 



THE 

GOLDEN HYMN BOOK 



THE 
GOLDEN HYMN BOOK 



COMPILED BY 

M. CATHARINE ALBRIGHT 



HENRY FROWDE 

LONDON, EDINBURGH, GLASGOW 

AND NEW YORK 

1903 



BV 
400 



EMMANUEL 

STOR ** W 



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OXFORD : HORACE HART 
PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY 



PREFACE 

fTlHIS collection of hymns has been compiled 
-*- from varied sources, and is intended for 
varied use both public and private, with the 
special hope that it may find a place and meet 
a need among the Society of Friends. 

Grateful acknowledgement is due and is 
hereby offered to the authors of hymns and 
owners of copyright who have kindly given 
permission to publish hymns owned by them. 

The claims of copyright have been carefully 
respected, and pardon is asked if in any case 
they have been unwittingly infringed. 

Suitable tunes for the hymns will be found 
in the Tune Index. As far as possible they 
have, for convenience, been taken from one 
collection, the Bristol Tune Book ; but reference 
is made to several other collections easily 
obtainable. 



Permission for the use of hymns has been granted by 
the following : 

Eev. S. Baring-Gould, Miss Betham-Edwards, Rev. 
St. Hill Bourne, Rev. Stopford Brooke, Rev. J. W. 
Chadwick, Mrs. Codner, Dr. Robert Collyer, Miss 
Doudney, Rev. H. Downton, Rev. Canon Ellerton, 
Rev. Washington Gladden, E. Hodder, Rev. F. L. 
Hosmer, Mrs. Luke, George Macdonald, Rev. George 
Matheson, D.D., A. Midlane, Rev. Theo. Monod, Rev. 
C. J. Ridsdale, Dr. M. J. Savage, Rev. Canon A. Stowell, 
Rev. W. G. Tarrant, Rev. G. Thring, Miss Waring, 
Rev. Benjamin Waugh, the Very Rev. Dean of Wells. 

Also by the Representatives of the late Dean Alford, 
Bishop Bickersteth, Rev. H. Bonar, W. H. Burleigh, 
Miss Crewdson, Rev. W. Gaskell, Rev. Edwin Hatch, 
D.D., Dr. Norman Macleod, Rev. Dr. Martineau, 
F. T. Palgrave, J. A. Symonds, Rev. Canon Tuttiett, 
Bishop Walsham, Hon. Bishop Christopher Words 
worth, Miss Winkworth. 

And by the following publishers for hymns as enume 
rated. 

Messrs. G. Bell & Sons, No. 193. 
Messrs. E. P. Dutton & Co., No. 390. 
Messrs. J. Curwen & Sons, No. 303. 
Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Nos. 17, 18, 24, 94, 

96, 159, 169, 212, 268, 365, 369. 
Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co., Nos. 153, 316. 
Messrs. Macmillan & Co., Nos. 67, 132, 209, 300. 

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Messrs. Morgan & Scott, for various hymns from 

" Sacred Songs and Solos." 
Mr. John Murray, Nos. 62, 101. 
Messrs. Thos. Nelson & Sons, Nos. 154, 185, 206, 286, 

287, 357. 

Messrs. G. Eoutledge & Sons, Ltd., No. 239. 
Messrs. Nisbet & Co., Nos. 83, 104, 106, 165, 176, 224, 

240, 257, 259, 269, 303, 374. 
Messrs. Sampson, Low, Marston & Co., for various 

hymns from "Hymnal Companion." 
The Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 

Nos. 146, 194. 
Mr. W. Walker, Nos. 179, 346, 351, 397. 



SUBJECT IXDEX 

HYMNS 

1. MORNING AND EVENING 1- 26 

2. GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE .... 21- 5S 

3. JESUS CHRIST 59- 95 

4. THE HOLY SPIRIT 96-104 

5. PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 105-192 

6. RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 193-233 

7. DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 234-306 

8. PRAISE AND WORSHIP 307-329 

9. THE LIFE BEYOND 330-339 

10. CHILDREN S HYMNS 340-363 

11. SEASONS 364-382 

12. CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS .... 383-400 



PAGES 
INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TRANSLATORS 335-340 

INDEX OF HYMNS WITH SUGGESTED 

TUNES 341-353 

INDEX OF FIRST LINES 355-365 



HYMNS 



MORNING 



OD of the morning, at whose voice 

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 
And like a giant cloth rejoice 
To run his journey through the skies ; 

From the fair chambers of the east 

The circuit of his race begins; 
And, without weariness or rest, 

Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 

O, like the sun, may I fulfil 
The appointed duties of the day, 

With ready mind and active will 
March on, and keep my heavenly way. 

But I shall rove, and lose the race, 
If God, my Sun, should disappear, 

And leave me in this world s wide maze 
To follow every wandering star. 

Lord, Thy commands are clean and pure 
Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; 

Thy threatenings just, Thy promise sure ; 
Thy Gospel makes the simple wise. 



MORNING 



Give me Thy counsel for my guide, 
And then receive me to Thy bliss ; 

All my desires and hopes beside 
Are faint and cold, compared with this. 



I. Watts. 



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"VTEW every morning is the love 
jLl Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
Restored to life, and power, and thought. 

New mercies each returning day 

Hover around us while we pray ; 

New perils past, new sins forgiven, 

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 

If, on our daily course, our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 
New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

The trivial round, the common task, 
Would furnish all we ought to ask ; 
Room to deny ourselves ; a road 
To bring us daily nearer God. 

Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love, 
Fit us for perfect rest above : 
And help us, this and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 

J. Keble. 



LIFT UP THINE EYES 

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AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
J\. Thy daily stage of duty run ! 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, 
To pay thy morning sacrifice ! 

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who all night long unwearied sing 
High praise to the eternal King ! 

All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ! 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake ! 

Direct, control, suggest this day, 

All I design, or do, or say, 

That all my powers, with all their might, 

In Thy sole glory may unite ! 

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! 
Praise Him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

T. Ken. 



AT Thy feet, O Christ, we lay 
jtJL Thine own gift of this new day ; 
Doubt of what it holds in store 
Makes us crave Thine aid the more ; 
Lest it prove a time of loss, 
Mark it, Saviour, with Thy Cross. 



MORNING 



If it flow on calm and bright, 
Be Thyself our chief delight; 
If it bring unknown distress, 
Good is all that Thou canst bless ; 
Only, while its hours begin, 
Pray we, keep them clear of sin. 

We in part our weakness know, 
And in part discern our foe ; 
Well for us, before Thine eyes 
All our danger open lies ; 
Turn not from us, while we plead 
Thy compassions and our need. 

Fain would we Thy Word embrace, 
Live each moment on Thy grace, 
All our selves to Thee consign, 
Fold up ail our wills in Thine, 
Think, and speak, and do, and be 
Simply that which pleases Thee. 

Hear us, Lord, and that right soon ; 

Hear, and grant the choicest boon 

That Thy love can e er impart, 

Loyal singleness of heart ; 

So shall this and all our days, 

Christ our God, show forth Thy praise. 

W. Bright, 



is the day of Light ! 
J_ Let there be light to-day ! 
O Day-spring, rise upon our night, 
And chase its gloom away. 

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THE DA Y OF LIGHT 



This is the day of Rest ! 

Our failing strength renew ; 
On weary brain and troubled breast 

Shed Thou Thy freshening dew. 

This is the day of Peace ! 

Thy peace our spirits fill ! 
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease, 

The Avaves of strife be still. 

This is the day of Prayer ! 

Let earth to heaven draw near ; 
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there ; 

Come down to meet us here. 

This is the First of days ! 

Send forth Thy quickening breath, 
And wake dead souls to love and praise, 

O Vanquisher of Death ! 

J. Ellerton. 

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BRING, O Morn, thy music ! Bring, O Night, 
thy silence ! 
Oceans, chant the rapture to the storm-clouds 

coursing free ! 
Suns and stars are singing, Thou art our 

Creator, 
Thou wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 

Joy and pain, Thy creatures, praise Thee, 

mighty Giver, 
Dumb the prayers are rising in Thy beast and 

bird and tree, 
Lo ! they praise and vanish, vanish at Thy 

bidding ; 
Thou wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 



EVENING 

Light us, lead us, love us ! cry Thy groping 

nations, 
Pleading in the thousand tongues, but calling 

only Thee, 

Weaving blindly out one holy, happy purpose ; 
Thou wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 

Life nor death can part us, O Thou Love 

eternal, 
Shepherd of the wandering star and wayward 

souls that flee ; 
Homeward draws the spirit to Thy Spirit 

yearning, 
Thou wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 

W. C. Gannett. 
EVENING 



TTEAVENLY Father, by whose care 
JLL Comes again this hour of prayer, 
In the evening stillness, we 
Grateful raise our hearts to Thee ; 
To our spirits, as we bend, 
Peace and holy comfort send. 

Gladly we Thy Presence seek ; 
Father ! to our spirits speak : 
Call us from the world away ; 
Still our passions reckless play; 
On our inner darkness shine ; 
Bend our wayward will to Thine. 



HE KEEPETH ME 



In this quiet eventide 
May our souls with Thee abide, 
Own Thy presence, feel Thy power, 
Through this consecrated hour ; 
And from peaceful vesper-prayer 
Purer, stronger spirits bear. 

T. Hincks. 



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SWEET Saviour, bless us ere we go ; 
Thy word into our minds instil, 
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 

With lowly love and fervent will. 
Through life s long day and death s dark night, 
O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

The day is done, its hours have run, 
And Thou hast taken count of all ; 

The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
The broken vow, the frequent fall. 

Through life s long day and death s dark night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 

True absolution and release ; 
And bless us, more than in past days, 

With purity and inward peace. 
Through life s long day and death s dark night, 
O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

Do more than pardon ; give us joy, 

Sweet fear, and sober liberty ; 
And simple hearts without alloy 

That only long to be like Thee. 
Through life s long day and death s dark night, 
O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 



EVENING 



For all we love, the poor, the sad, 

The sinful, unto Thee we call ; 
O let Thy mercy make us glad : 

Thou art our Jesus, and our All. 
Through life s long day and death s dark night 
O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

F. W. Faber. 



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r\ LORY to Thee, my God, this night, 
\JT For all the blessings of the light ! 
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
Beneath Thine own almighty wings ! 

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done : 
That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be ! 

Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
To die, that this vile body may 
Rise glorious at the awful day ! 

O may my soul on Thee repose, 
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God when I awake ! 

When in the night I sleepless lie, 
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ! 
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
No powers of darkness me molest ! 

T. Ken. 



THE EVENING SACRIFICE 

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THE sun is sinking fast, 
The daylight dies ; 
Let love awake, and pay 
Her evening sacrifice. 

As Christ upon the Cross 

His head inclined, 
And to His Father s hands 

His parting soul resign d : 

So now herself my soul 

Would wholly give 
Into His sacred charge, 

In whom all spirits live ; 

So now beneath His eye 

Would calmly rest, 
Without a wish or thought 

Abiding in the breast, 

Save that His Will be done 

Whate er betide ; 
Dead to herself, and dead 

In Him to all beside. 

Thus would I live ; yet now 

Not I, but He 
In all His power and love 

Henceforth alive in me. 

One sacred Trinity ! 
One Lord Divine ! 
May I be ever His ! 
And He for ever mine ! 

E. Caswall (from the Latin). 
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EVENING 

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" TIT AY the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
JjJL And the Father s boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit s favour, 
Rest upon us from above ! 
Thus may we abide in union 
With each other and the Lord, 
And possess, in sweet communion, 
Joys which earth cannot afford. 
May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
And the Father s boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit s favour, 
Rest upon us from above ! " 

J. Newton. 



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IVTOW the day is over, 
.1.1 Night is drawing nigh, 
Shadows of the evening 
Steal across the sky. 



Now the darkness gathers, 

Stars begin to peep, 
Birds, and beasts, and flowers 

Soon will be asleep. 

Jesu, give the weary 
Calm and sweet repose ; 

With Thy tenderest blessing 
May mine eyelids close. 

Grant to little children 

Visions bright of Thee ; 
Guard the sailors tossing 
.-On the deep blue sea. 



THE LONG NIGHT WATCHES 



Comfort every sufferer 

Watching late in pain ; 
Those who plan some evil 

From their sin restrain. 

Through the long night watches 
May Thine Angels spread 

Their white wings above me. 
Watching round my bed. 

When the morning wakens, 

Then may I arise 
Pure, and fresh, and sinless 

In Thy holy eyes. 

Glory to the Father, 

Glory to the Son, 
And to Thee, blest Spirit, 

Whilst all ages run. 

S. Baring-Gould. 

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OUR clay of praise is done ; 
The evening shadows fall ; 
Yet pass not from us with the sun, 
True Light that lightenest all ! 

Around the throne on high, 

Where night can never be, 
The white-robed harpers of the sky 

Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. 

Too faint our anthems here ; 

Too soon of praise we tire ; 
But oh, the strains how full and clear 

Of that eternal Choir ! 



EVENING 



Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will 

If Thou attune the heart, 
We in Thine angels music still 

May bear our lower part. 

Tis Thine each soul to calm, 
Each wayward thought reclaim, 

And make our life a daily psalm 
Of glory to Thy Name. 

Shine thou within us, then, 

A day that knows no end, 
Till songs of angels and of men 

In perfect praise shall blend. 

J. mierton. 



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ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; 
J\_ The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me 

abide ! 

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 

Swift to its close ebbs out life s little day ; 
Earth s joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
Change and decay in all around I see ; 
O Thou who changest not, abide with me ! 

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word : 
But as Thou dwell st with Thy disciples, Lord, 
Familiar, condescending, patient, free, 
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me ! 



SHINE THROUGH THE GLOOM 

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings ; 
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings ; 
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea, 
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me ! 

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile ; 
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, 
Thou didst not leave me, oft as I left Thee : 
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. 

I need Thy presence every passing hour : 
What butThy grace can foil the tempter s power? 
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me ! 

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : 
Where is death s sting? where, grave, thy 

victory ? 
I triumph still if Thou abide with me ! 

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ! 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the 

skies ! 
Heaven s morning breaks, and earth s vain 

shadows flee : 
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me ! 

H. F, Lyte. 

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rpHE twilight falls, the night is near ; 
JL We put our work away, 
And kneel to Him who bends to hear 
The story of the day. 



EVENING 



The old, old story ; yet we kneel 

To tell it at Thy call, 
And cares grow lighter when we feel 

Our Father knows them all. 

Knows all ! the morning and the night, 

The joy, the grief, the loss, 
The mountain track, the valley bright, 

The hourly thorn and cross. 

Thou knowest all : we lean our head, 

Our wearied eyelids close ; 
Content and glad awhile to tread 

The path our Father knows. 

And He has loved us ! all our heart 
With answering love is stirred ; 

And poverty and toil and smart 
Find healing in that word. 

So here we lay us down to rest, 

As nightly shadows fall ; 
And lean, confiding, on His breast, 

Who knows and pities all. 

Anon. 



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THE sun declines ; o er land and sea 
Creeps 011 the night ; 
The twinkling stars come one by one 

To shed their light ; 
With Thee there is no darkness, Lord 

With us abide, 

And neath Thy wings we rest secure 
This eventide. 



THE HOLY CALM 



Forgive the wrong this day we ve done, 

Or thought, or said ; 
Each moment with its good or ill 

To Thee has fled ; 
O Father, in Thy mercy great 

Will we confide ; 
Thy benediction now bestow 

This eventide. 

And when with morning light we rise, 

Kept by Thy care, 
We ll lift to Thee with grateful hearts, 

Our morning prayer. 
Be Thou through life our Strength and Stay, 

Our Guard and Guide 
To that dear home where there will be 

No eventide. 

_R. Walmsley. 



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"VTOW on land and sea descending, 
JAI Brings the night its peace profound ; 
Let pur vesper hymn be blending 
With the holy calm around. 

Soon as dies the sunset glory, 
Stars of heaven shine out above, 

Telling still its ancient story 
Their Creator s changeless love. 

Now our wants and burdens leaving 
To His care, who cares for all, 

Cease we fearing, cease we grieving, 
At His touch our burdens fall. 



EVENING 



As the darkness deepens o er us, 

Lo ! eternal stars arise ; 
Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious, 

Shining in the spirit s skies. 

S. Longfellow. 
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AGAIN, as evening s shadow falls, 
J\_ We gather in these hallowed walls ; 
And vesper hymn and vesper prayer 
Rise mingling on the holy air. 

May struggling hearts, that seek release, 
Here find the rest of God s own peace ; 
And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer, 
Lay down the burden and the care. 

O God our Light ! to Thee we bow ; 
Within all shadows standest Thou ; 
Give deeper calm than night can bring ; 
Give sweeter songs than lips can sing. 

Life s tumult we must meet again, 
We cannot at the shrine remain ; 
But in the spirit s secret cell, 
May hymn and prayer for ever dwell. 

8. Longfellow. 



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AS darker, darker, fall around 
Xl_ The shadows of the night, 
We gather here, with hymn and prayer, 
To seek the Eternal Light. 



GOD S MIGHTY KEEPING 



Father in heaven, to Thee are known 

Our many hopes and fears, 
Our heavy weight of mortal toil, 

Our bitterness of tears. 

We pray Thee for our absent ones, 
Who have been with us here : 

And in pur secret heart we name 
The distant and the dear. 

For weary eyes and aching hearts, 
And feet that from Thee rove, 

The sick, the poor, the tried, the fallen, 
We pray Thee, God of love. 

We bring to Thee our hopes and fears, 

And at Thy footstool lay; 
And, Father, Thou who lovest all 

Wilt hear us as we pray. Anon. 

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C\ OD, that madest earth and heaven, 
\JT Darkness and light ; 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night ; 
May Thine angel-guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 

This livelong night. 

Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 

And, when we die, 
May we in Thy mighty keeping 

All peaceful lie : 

When the last dread call shall wake us, 
Do not Thou, our God, forsake us, 
But to reign in glory take us 

With Thee on high. 

Heber and Whately. 



EVENING 

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OLORD, who by Thy presence hast made light 
The heat and burden of the toilsome day, 
Be with me also in the silent night, 
Be with me when the daylight fades away. 

As Thou hast given me strength upon the way, 
So deign at evening to become my guest ; 

As Thou hast shared the labours of the day, 
So also deign to share and bless my rest. 

How sad and cold, if Thou be absent, Lord, 
The evening leaves me, and my heart how 
dead ! 

But, if Thy presence grace my humble board, 
I seem with heavenly manna to be fed. 

Fraught with rich blessing, breathing sweet 
repose, 

The calm of evening settles on my breast ; 
If Thou be with me when my labours close, 

No more is needed to complete my rest. 

Come, then, O Lord, and deign to be my guest, 
After the day s confusion, toil, and din : 

Oh come to bring me peace and joy and rest, 
To give salvation, and to pardon sin ! 

G . J. P. Spitta, tr. E. Massie. 
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T even, ere the sun was set, 

The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay ; 
Oh, in what divers pains they met ! 
Oh, with what joy they went away ! 



CHRIST S HEALING 



Once more tis eventide, and we 
Oppressed with various ills draw near ; 

What if Thy form we cannot see ? 
We know and feel that Thou art here. 

O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ! 

For some are sick, and some are sad, 
And some have never loved Thee well, 

And some have lost the love they had ; 

And some have found the world is vain, 
Yet from the world they break not free ; 

And some have friends who give them pain, 
Yet have not sought a Friend in Thee; 

And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, 
For none are wholly free from sin ; 

And they who fain would serve Thee best 
Are conscious most of wrong within. 

O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man ; 

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; 
Thy kind but searching glance can scan 

The very wounds that shame would hide ; 



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No 



word from Thee can fruitless fall; 
Hear, in this solemn evening hour, 
And in Thy mercy heal us all. 

H. Twells. 

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TIS gone that bright and orbed blaze, 
Fast fading from our wistful gaze, 
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
The last faint pulse of quivering light. 



EVENING 



In darkness and in weariness 
The traveller on his way must press, 
No gleam to watch on tree or tower 
Whiling away the lonesome hour. 

Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear! 
It is not night if Thou be near, 
Oh may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide -Thee from Thy servants eyes ! 

When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
Be my last thought how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour s breast. 

Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot jive, 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 

If some poor wandering child of Thine 
Have spurned to-day the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin, 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

Watch by the sick, enrich the poor 
With blessings from Thy boundless store ; 
Be every mourner s sleep to-night, 
Like infant s slumbers, pure and light. 

Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take, 
Till in the ocean of Thy love 
We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

J. Kelle. 



THE HOMEWARD WA Y 

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STILL, still with Thee, when purple morning 
breaketh, 

When the bird waketh and the shadows flee, 
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, 
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with 
Thee. 

Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, 
The solemn hush of nature newly born ; 

Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, 
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 

When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to 
slumber, 

Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; 
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o ershading, 

But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. 

So shall it be at last, in that bright morning 

When the soul waketh and life s shadows flee : 
Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, 
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with 
Thee. 

Harriet B. Stoive. 

25 

SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear name we raise, 
With one accord, our parting hymn of 
praise ; 

We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, 
Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 

Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; 
With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day : 
Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from 

shame. 
That in this house have called upon Thy name. 



EVENING 



Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming 

night, 

Turn Thou for us its darkness into light ; 
From harm and danger keep Thy children free, 
For dark and light are both alike to Thee. 

Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, 
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflicts 

cease, 
Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. 

J. Ellerton. 



SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, 
Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
Sin and want we come confessing : 
Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. 

Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrows past us fly, 
Angel-guards from Thee surround us ; 

We are safe, for Thou art nigh. 

Though the night be dark and dreary, 
Darkness cannot hide from Thee : 

Thou art He, who, never weary, 
Watchest where Thy people be. 

Should swift death this night o ertake us, 
And our couch become our tomb ; 

May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light, and deathless bloom. 

J. Edmeston. 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 

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/^ OD moves in a mysterious way 

\JT His wonders to perform ; 

He plants His footsteps in the sea, 

And rides upon the storm. 
Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skill, 
He treasures up His bright designs, 

And works His sovereign will. 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 

In blessings on your head. 
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust Him for His grace : 
Behind a frowning providence 

He hides a smiling face. 

His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 

But sweet will be the flower. 
Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan His work in vain ; 
God is His own interpreter, 

And He will make it plain. 

W. Cowper 

28 

GO not, my soul, in search of Him, 
Thou wilt not find Him there, 
Or in the depths of shadow dim, 
Or heights of upper air. 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



For not in far-off realms of space 
The Spirit hath its throne ; 

In every heart it findeth place, 
And waiteth to be known. 

Thought answereth alone to thought, 
And Soul with soul hath kin ; 

The outward God he findeth not 
Who finds not God within. 

And if the vision come to thee 

Revealed by inward sign, 
Earth will be full of Deity, 

And with His glory shine. 

Thou shalt not want for company, 

Nor pitch thy tent alone; 
Th indwelling God will go with thee 

And show thee of His own. 

Oh gift of gifts, Oh grace of grace. 

That God should condescend 
To make thy heart His dwelling-place 

And be thy daily Friend ! 

Then go not thou in search of Him 

But to thyself repair ; 
Wait thou within the silence dim, 

And thou shalt find Him there. 



F. L. Hosmer. 
29 

I LITTLE see, I little know, 
Yet can I fear no ill: 
He who hath guided me till now 
Will be my leader still. 



THE HEAVENLY LEADER 



No burden yet was on me laid 

Of trouble or of care, 
But He my trembling step hath stayed, 

And given me strength to bear. 

I know not what beyond may lie, 

But look, in humble faith, 
Into a larger life to die 

And find new birth in death. 

Upon His providence I lean, 

As lean in faith I must ; 
The lesson of my life hath been 

A heart of grateful trust. 

And so my onward way I fare 

With happy heart and calm, 
And mingle with my daily care 

The music of my psalm. 

F. L. Hosmer. 

30 

|XTO Thee, abiding ever, 

Look I in my need, 
Strength of every good endeavour, 
Holy thought and deed. 



u 



Thou dost guide the stars of heaven, 
Heal the broken heart, 

Bring in turn the morn and even- 
Love and Law Thou art. 

Clouds and darkness are about Thee, 
Just and sure Thy throne ; 

Not a sparrow falls without Thee, 
All to Thee is known. 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



Through my life, whate er betide me, 

Thou my trust shalt be ; 
Whom have I on earth beside Thee, 

Whom in heaven but Thee? 

F. L. Hosmer. 



31 



SLOWLY, by God s hand unfurled, 
Down around the weary world, 
Falls the darkness : oh, how still 
Is the working of Thy will ! 

Mighty Spirit, ever nigh, 
Work in me as silently ; 
Veil the day s distracting sights, 
Show me Heaven s eternal lights. 

Living worlds to view be brought 
In the boundless realms of thought ; 
High and infinite desires, 
Flaming like those upper fires ! 

Holy Truth, eternal Right, 
Let them break upon my sight ; 
Let them shine serenely still, 
And with light my being fill. 

Let my life attuned be 
To the heavenly harmony 
Which, beyond the power of sound, 
Fills the universe around. 

W. H. Furntss. 



GOD S WATCHFUL EYE 

32 

I TO the hills will lift mine eyes, 
From whence doth come mine aid. 
My safety cometh from the Lord, 
Who heaven and earth hath made. 

Thy foot He ll not let slide, nor will 
He slumber that thee keeps. 

Behold, He that keeps Israel, 
He slumbers not, nor sleeps. 

The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade 
On thy right hand doth stay : 

The moon by night thee shall not smite, 
Nor yet the sun by day. 

The Lord shall keep thy soul ; He shall 

Preserve thee from all ill. 
Henceforth thy going out and in 

God keep for ever will. 

Scotch Version. 



33 



HOW gentle God s commands ! 
How kind His precepts are ! 
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
And trust His constant care. 

Beneath His watchful eye, 

His saints securely dwell ; 
The hand that bears creation up 

Shall guard His children well. 



I 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



Why should this anxious load 

Press down your weary mind ? 
Haste to your heavenly Father s throne, 

And sweet refreshment find. 
His goodness stands approved, 

Unchanged from day to day ; 
We ll drop our burden at His feet, 

And bear a song away. 

P. Doddridge. 
34 

~N heavenly love abiding, 

No change my heart shall fear ; 
And safe is such confiding, 

For nothing changes here. 
The storm may roar without me ; 

My heart may low be laid ; 
But God is round about me : 

And can I be dismayed? 
Wherever He may guide me, 

No want shall turn me back ; 
My Shepherd is beside me, 
And nothing can I lack : 
His wisdom ever waketh, 

His sight is never dim ! 
He knows the way He taketh, 

And I will walk with Him. 

Green pastures are before me, 

Which yet I have not seen ; 
Bright skies will soon be o er me, 

Where the dark clouds have been. 
My hope I cannot measure, 

My path of life is free ; 
My Saviour has my treasure, 

And He will walk with me. 

Anna L. Waring. 



THE ETERNAL RIGHT 

35 

OH, sometimes gleams upon our sight, 
Through present wrong, the eternal Right : 
And step by step, since time began, 
We see the steady gain of man : 

That all of good the past hath had 
Remains to make our own time glad, 
Our common, daily life divine, 
And every land a Palestine. 

Through the harsh noises of our day 
A low sweet prelude finds its way ; 
Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of fear, 
A light is breaking calm and clear. 

Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more 
For olden time and holier shore : 
God s love and blessing, then and there, 
Are now and here and everywhere. 

J. G. WTiittier 

36 

|UT beyond the shining 

Of the farthest star, 
Thou art ever stretching 
Infinitely far. 



O 1 



Yet the hearts of children 
Hold Avhat worlds cannot, 

And the God of wonders 
Loves the lowly spot. 

Multiply our graces, 
Chiefly love and fear, 

And, dear Lord ! the chief est- 
Grace to persevere. 



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Oh, how can we thank Thee 

For a gift like this, 
Gift that truly maketh 

Heaven s eternal bliss. 

F. W. Faber. 

37 

T1THERE is thy God, my soul? 
W Is He within thy heart, 
Or ruler of a distant realm 
In which thou hast 110 part? 

Where is thy God, my soul ? 

Only in stars and sun ; 
Or have the holy words of truth 

His light in every one ? 

Where is thy God, my soul? 

Confined to Scripture s page ; 
Or does His Spirit check and guide 

The spirit of each age? 

O Ruler of the sky, 
Rule Thou within my heart ; 

O great Adorner of the world, 
Thy light of life impart. 

Giver of holy words, 

Bestow Thy sacred power, 
And aid me, whether work or thought 

Engage the varying hour. 

In Thee have I my help, 

As all my fathers had ; 
I ll trust Thee when I m sorrowful, 

And serve Thee when I m glad. 

T. T. Lynch. 



GOD OUR HOME 



38 

I CANNOT find Thee. Still on restless pinion 
My spirit beats the void where Thou dost 
dwell : 

I wander lost through all Thy vast dominion, 
And shrink beneath Thy light ineffable. 

I cannot find Thee. E en when most adoring, 
Before Thy shrine I bend in lowliest prayer, 
Beyond these bounds of thought my thought 

upsoaring 

From furthest quest comes back : Thou art 
not there ! 

Yet high above the limits of my seeing, 
And folded far within the inmost heart, 

And deep below the depths of conscious being, 
Thy splendour shineth : there, God, Thou 
art ! 

I cannot lose Thee ! Still in Thee abiding, 
The end is clear, how wide soe er I roam : 

The Hand that holds the worlds my steps is 

guiding, 
And I must rest at last in Thee, my home. 

Eliza Scudder. 



39 

OTHOU, in all Thy might so far, 
In all Thy love so near, 
Beyond the range of sun and star, 
And yet beside me here ; 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



What heart can comprehend Thy name, 

Or, searching, find Thee out ? 
Who art, within, a quickening Flame, 

A Presence round about. 

Lord, though I know Thee but in part, 

I ask not now for more : 
Enough for me to know Thou art, 

To love Thee and adore ! 

Oh, sweeter than all else besides, 

The tender mystery, 
That like a veil of shadow hides 

The light I may not see ! 

And dearer than all things we know, 

The childlike faith to me, 
That makes the darkest way I go 

An open path to Thee. 

F. L. Hosmer. 

40 

OGOD, in whom we live and move, 
Thy love is law, Thy law is love ; 
Thy present Spirit waits to fill 
The soul which comes to do Thy will. 

Unto Thy children s spirits teach 
Thy love, beyond the po\yer of speech ; 
And make them know, with joyful awe, 
The encircling presence of Thy law. 

That law doth give to truth and right, 
Howe er despised, a conquering might, 
And dooms each fondly-worshipped lie, 
And boasting wrong, to cower and die. 



THE GOOD SHEPHERD 



Its patient working doth fulfil 
Man s hope, and God s all-perfect will ; 
Nor suffers one true word or thought 
Or deed of love to come to nought. 

With faith, God, our spirits fill, 
That we may work in patience still : 
Who works for justice works with Thee ; 
Who works in love Thy child shall be. 

F. L. Hosmer 



41 



THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd s care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noonday walks He shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary wandering steps He leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

Though in a bare and rugged way 
Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 
His bounty shall my pains beguile ; 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden green and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

J. Addison. 

42 

WE cannot always trace the way 
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, dost move ; 
But we can always surely say 
That God is love. 

When fear its gloomy cloud will fling 

O er earth our souls, to heaven above, 
As to their sanctuary, spring, 
For God is love. 

When cloud hangs o er our darkened path, 

We ll check our dread, each doubt reprove ; 
For here each saint sweet comfort hath 
That God is love. 

Yes, Thou art love a truth like this 
Can every gloomy thought remove, 
And turn our tears and woes to bliss: 
Our God is love. 

Sir J. Bowring. 

43 

HE leadeth me ! Oh, blessed thought ! 
Oh words with heavenly comfort fraught ! 
Whate er I do, where er I be, 
Still tis God s hand that leadeth me. 

He leadeth me ! He leadeth me ! 
By His own hand He leadeth me ; 
His faithful follower I would be, 
For by His hand He leadeth me. 



LOVE DIVINE 



Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes where Eden s bowers bloom, 
By waters calm, o er troubled sea, 
Still tis God s hand that leadeth me. 

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, 
Nor ever murmur nor repine ; 
Content, whatever lot I see, 
Since tis my God that leadeth me. 

And when my task on earth is done, 
When, by Thy grace, the victory s won, 
E en death s cold wave I will not flee, 
Since Thou through Jordan leadest me. 

J. H. Gilmore. 

44 

OLOYE Divine, that stoop st to share 
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, 
On Thee we cast each earth-born care: 
We smile at pain while Thou art near ! 

Though long the weary way we tread, 
And sorrow crown each lingering year, 

No path we shun, no darkness dread, 
Our hearts still whispering, "Thou art near." 

When drooping pleasure turns to grief, 
And trembling faith is changed to fear, 

The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, 
Shall softly tell us, "Thou art near." 

On Thee we cast our burdening woe, 

O Love Divine, for ever dear ; 
Content to suffer, while we know, 

Living and dying, Thou art near ! 

0. W. Holmes. 



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45 

OGOD, our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come ! 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home ! 

Under the shadow of Thy throne 
Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 

Sufficient is Thine arm alone, 
And our defence is sure. 

Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everlasting Thou art God, 

To endless years the same. 

A thousand ages in Thy sight 

Are like an evening gone, 
Short as the watch that ends the night 

Before the rising sun. 

Time, like an ever-rolling stream. 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fly, forgotten, as a dream 

Dies at the opening day. 

O God, our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come ! 

Be Thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home ! 

I. Watts. 

46 

G_OD is love : His mercy brightens 
All the path in which we rove ; 
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : 
God is wisdom ; God is love. 



GOD IS WISDOM 



Death and change are busy ever, 

Man decays and ages move ; 
But His mercy waneth never : 

God is wisdom ; God is love. 

E en the hour that darkest seemeth 
Will His changeless goodness prove ; 

From the mist His brightness streameth : 
God is wisdom ; God is love. 

He with earthly cares entwineth 
Hope and comfort from above ; 

Ev rywhere His glory shineth : 
God is wisdom ; God is love. 

Sir 7. Boivring. 

47 

rriHE Lord my Shepherd is, 
^ JL I shall be well supplied ; 
Since He is mine and I am His, 
What can I want beside ? 

He leads me to the place 
Where heavenly pasture grows ; 
Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

If e er I go astray, 
He doth my soul reclaim ; 
And guides me in His own right way, 
For His most holy Name. 

While He affords His aid 
I cannot yield to fear ; 
Though I should walk through death s dark 

shade, 
My Shepherd s with me there. 



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In sight of all my foes 
Thou dost my table spread ; 
My cup with blessings overflows, 
And joy exalts my head. 

The bounties of Thy love 
Shall crown my following days ; 
Nor from Thy house will I remove, 
Nor cease to speak Thy praise. 

J. Addison. 

48 

rTHROUGH the night of doubt and sorrow 
JL Onward goes the pilgrim band, 
Singing songs of expectation, 
Marching to the Promised Land. 

Clear before us through the darkness 
Gleams and burns the guiding Light ; 

Brother clasps the hand of brother, 
Stepping fearless through the night. 

One the light of God s own presence 

O er His ransomed people shed, 
Chasing far the gloom and terror, 

Brightening all the path we tread : 

One the object of our journey. 
One the faith which never tires, 

One the earnest looking forward, 
One the hope our God inspires : 

One the strain that lips of thousands 

Lift as from the heart of one ; 
One the conflict, one the peril, 

One the march in God begun : 



LOVE EVERYWHERE 



One the gladness of rejoicing 

On the far eternal shore, 
Where the one Almighty Father 

Reigns in love for evermore. 

Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, 

Onward with the cross our aid ; 
Bear its shame, and fight its battle, 

Till we rest beneath its shade. 

Soon shall come the great awaking, 

Soon the rending of the tomb ; 
Then the scattering of all shadows, 

And the end of toil and gloom. 

S. Baring-Gould. 

49 

LONG ago the lilies faded 
Which to Jesus seemed so fair, 
But the love that bade them blossom 
Still is working everywhere. 

On the moors, and in the valleys, 
By the streams we love so well, 

There is greater glory blooming 
Than the tongue of man can tell, 

Long ago, in sacred silence, 

Died the accents of His prayer ; 

Still the souls that seek the Father 
Find His presence everywhere. 

In the multitude adoring, 

Tn the chamber sad and lone, 

He is there to help and comfort, 
As they pray, "Thy will be done ! " 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



Let us seek Him, still believing 
He that worketh round us yet, 

Clothing lilies in the meadows, 
Will His children ne er forget. 

W. G. Tarrant. 

50 

LEAD us, O Father, in the paths of peace ! 
Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, 
And doubts appal, and sorrows still increase ; 
Lead us through Christ, the true and living 
Way. 

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth ! 

Unhelped by Thee, in error s maze we grope, 
While passion stains and folly dims our youth, 

And age comes on uncheered by faith or hope. 

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right ! 

Blindly_we stumble when we walk alone, 
Involved in shadows of a moral night ; 

Only with Thee we journey safely on. 

Lead us, O Father, to thy heavenly rest ! 

However rough and steep the pathway be ; 
Through joy or sorrow as Thou deemest best, 

Until our lives are perfected in Thee ! 

W. H. Burhigh. 

51 

WHEN we cannot see our way, 
Let us trust and still obey : 
He who bids us forward go 
Cannot fail the way to show. 



THE QUIET VOICE 



Though the sea be deep and wide, 
Though a passage seem denied, 
Fearless let us still proceed, 
Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead. 

Though it be the gloom of night, 
Though we see no ray of light, 
Since the Lord Himself is there, 
Tis not meet that we should fear. 

Night with Him is. never night, 
Where He is, there all is light ; 
AVheii He calls us, why delay ? 
They are happy who obey. 

Be it ours, then, while we re here, 
Him to follow without fear ; 
Where He calls us, there to go, 
What He bids us, that to do. 

T. Kelly. 



52 



THEAR it often in the dark, 
I hear it in the light, 
Where is the voice that calls to me 

With such a quiet might? 
It seems but echo to my thought, 

And yet beyond the stars ; 
It seems a heart-beat in a hush, 
And yet the planet jars ! 

Oh ! may it be that far within 
My inmost soul there lies 

A spirit sky, that opens with 
Those voices of surprise ? 

41 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



And can it be, by night and day, 

That firmament serene 
Is just the heaven where God Himself, 

The Father, dwells unseen? 

O God within, so close to me 

That every thought is plain, 
Be Judge, be Friend, be Father still, 

And in Thy heaven reign ! 
Thy heaven is mine, my very soul ! 

Thy words are sweet and strong ; 
They fill my inward silences 

With music and with song. 

They send me challenges to right, 

And loud rebuke my ill ; 
They ring my bells of victory, 

They breathe my " Peace, be still ! " 
They ever seem to say, "My child, 

Why seek Me so all day ; 
Now journey inward to thyself, 

And listen by the way." 

W. C. Gannett. 

53 

nnHE Light along the ages 
JL Shines brightly as it goes ; 
From stage to stage more glorious 

Its radiant splendour grows, 
Man s life begun so lowly 

Now soars to heaven above, 
To share, in life eternal, 

The joys of endless love ! 

We thank Thee, O our Father ! 

For every gift of Thine, 
All speak alike the bounty 

Of tenderness divine ; 



THE THOUGHT OF GOD 



But, every gift surpassing, 

This wondrous thought we own, 

The Son of Man is risen 

To dwell before Thy throne ! 

Wherever goodness reigneth 

The soul of Christ lives on, 
And every Christ-like spirit 

Shall rise where He hath gone ; 
Earth s dust hath served its mission ; 

Henceforth the soul is free, 
And through the heights of being 

Ascends, O God, to Thee. 

W. a. Tarrant. 

54 

ONE thought I have, my ample creed, 
So deep it is and broad, 
And equal to my every need, 
It is the thought of God. 

Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise, 

I feast at life s full board : 
And rising in my inner skies 

Shines forth the thought of God. 

At night my gladness is my prayer ; 

I drop my daily load, 
And every care is pillowed there 

Upon the thought of God. 

I ask not far before to see, 

But take in trust my road ; 
Life, death, and immortality 

Are in my thought of God. 



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Be still the light upon my way, 

My pilgrim staff and rod, 
My rest by night, my strength by day, 

O blessed thought of God ! 

F. L. Hosmer. 



55 



AS drooping flowers pine for rain 
JL1_ When parched with heat of day, 
As weary travellers long again 

For home when far away, 

So thirsts my soul, O God, for Thee : 

Let heavenly dews descend ; 
Refresh my path, and let me be 

Supported to the end. 

How weary would the journey prove 

Without Thy guiding hand ! 
O give me wisdom, light, and love, 

Thy ways to understand. 

Although the sky may be o ercast, 
And storms may cloud my way, 

Yet let me see Thy face at last, 
And live in perfect day. 

M. A. Baines. 



56 

I KNOW not what awaits me ; 
God kindly veils mine eyes, 
And o er each step of my onward way 

He makes new scenes to rise ; 
And every joy He sends me comes 
A sweet and glad surprise. 



FAITH NOT SIGHT 



One step I see before me ; 

Tis all I need to see : 
The light of heaven more brightly shines 

When earth s illusions flee ; 
And sweetly through the silence comes 

His loving "Follow Me." 

O blissful lack of wisdom ! 

Tis blessed not to know ; 
He holds me with His own right hand, 

And will not let me go ; 
And lulls my troubled soul to rest 

In Him who loves me so. 

So on I go not knowing, 
I would not if I might ; 
I d rather walk in. the dark with God 

^Than go alone in the light; 
I d rather walk by faith with Him 
Than go alone by sight. 

Brainard. 



A s 



57 

the sun s enlivening eye, 
Shines on every place the same, 
So the Lord is always nigh, 
To the souls that love His name. 

When they move at duty s call, 
He is with them by the way, 

He is ever with them all, 
Those who go and those who stay 

From His holy mercy seat, 

Nothing can their souls confine, 

Still in spirit they may meet, 
Still in sweet communion join. 

45 



GOD S PRESENCE AND GUIDANCE 



For a season called to part, 
Let us then ourselves commend 

To the gracious eye and heart 
Of our ever-present Friend. 

Father hear our humble prayer, 
Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep, 

Let Thy mercy and Thy care 
All our souls in safety keep. 

In Thy strength may we be strong, 
Sweeten every cross and pain, 

Give us, if we live, ere long 
Here to meet in peace again. 

J. Newton. 

58 

\\THO fathoms the Eternal Thought? 

? V Who talks of scheme and plan? 
The Lord is God, He needeth not 
The poor device of man. 

I bow my forehead to the dust, 

I veil mine eyes for shame, 
And urge in trembling self-distrust 

A prayer without a claim. 

No offering of my own I have, 
Nor works my faith to prove ; 

I can but give the gifts He gave 
And plead His love for love. 

And so beside the silent sea, 

I wait the muffled oar, 
No harm from Him can come to me, 

On ocean or on shore. 



IMMORTAL LOVE 



I know not where His islands lift 

Their fronded palms in air, 
I only know I cannot drift 

Beyond His love and care. 

J. G. Whittier. 



JESUS CHRIST 

59 

STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, 
Whom we, that have not seen Thy face, 
By faith, and faith alone, embrace, 
Believing where we cannot prove ; 

Thine are these orbs of light and shade ; 
Thou madest Life in man and brute : 
Thou madest Death ; and lo, thy foot 

Is on the skull which Thou hast made. 

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust ; 

Thou madest man, he knows not why ; 

He thinks he was not made to die ; 
And Thou hast made him ; Thou art just. 

Thou seemest human and divine, 
The highest, holiest manhood, Thou : 
Our wills are ours, we know not how ; 

Our wills are ours, to make them Thine. 

Our little systems have their day ; 

They have their day and cease to be ; 

They are but broken lights of Thee, 
And Thou, O Lord, art more than they. 



JESUS CHRIST 



We have but faith : we cannot know ; 

For knowledge is of things we see ; 

And yet we trust it comes from Thee ; 
A beam in darkness : let it grow. 

Let knowledge grow from more to more, 
But more of reverence in us dwell ; 
That mind and soul, according well, 

May make one music as before, 

But vaster. We are fools and slight ; 
We mock Thee when we do not fear : 
But help Thy foolish ones to bear ; 

Help Thy vain worlds to bear Thy light. 

A. Tennyson. 

60 

THE race that long in darkness pined 
Have seen a glorious Light ; 
The people dwell in day, %vho dwelt 
In death s surrounding night. 

To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, 

The gathering nations come, 
Joyous as when the reapers bear 

The harvest-treasures home. 

For Thou our burden hast removed, 
And quelled the oppressor s sway, 

Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell 
In Midian s evil day. 

To us a Child of Hope is born, 

To us a Son is given ; 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 

Him all the Hosts of Heaven. 



THE SAVIOUR COMES 



His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 

For evermore adored, 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 

The great and mighty Lord. 

His power increasing still shall spread, 
His reign no end shall know : 

Justice shall guard His throne above, 
And Peace abound below. 

J. Morison. 



61 



HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, 
The Saviour promised long ; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song ! 

He comes ! the prisoners to release, 

In Satan s bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before Him burst, 

The iron fetters yield. 

He comes ! from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray, 
And on the eyeballs of the blind 

To pour celestial day. 

He comes ! the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And with the treasures of His grace 

T enrich the humble poor. 

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim ! 
And heaven s eternal arches ring 

With Thy beloved name. 

P. Doddridge. 



JESUS CHRIST 



fTIHE Lord is come ! On Syrian soil, 
_L The child of poverty and toil ; 
The Man of Sorrows, born to know 
Each varying shade of human woe : 
His joy, His glory, to fulfil, 
In earth and heaven, His Father s will ; 
On lonely mount, by festive board, 
On bitter cross, despised, adored. 

The Lord is come ! Dull hearts to wake, 

He speaks, as never man yet spake, 

The truth which makes His servants free, 

The royal law of liberty. 

Though heaven and earth shall pass away, 

His living words our spirits stay, 

And from His treasures, new and old, 

The eternal mysteries unfold. 

The Lord is come ! With joy behold 
The gracious signs, declared of old ; 
The ear that hears, the eye that sees, 
The sick restored to health and ease ; 
The poor, that from their low estate 
Are roused to seek a nobler fate ; 
The minds with doubt and dread possessed 
That find in Him their perfect rest. 

The Lord is come ! The world s great stage 

Begins a better, brighter age ; 

The old gives place unto the new ; 

The false retires before the true ; 

A progress that shall never tire, 

A central heat of sacred fire, 

A hope that soars beyond the tomb, 

Reveal that Christ has truly come. 



"SUFFER THE CHILDREN" 



The Lord is come ! In Him we trace 
The fulness of God s truth and grace ; 
Throughout those words and acts Divine 
Gleams of the eternal splendour shine ; 
And from His inmost Spirit flow, 
As from a height of sunlit snow, 
The rivers of perennial life, 
To heal and sweeten Nature s strife. 

The Lord is come ! In every heart, 
Where truth and mercy claim a part ; 
In every land where right is might, 
And deeds of darkness shun the light ; 
In every Church, where faith and love 
Lift earthward thoughts to things above ; 
In every holy, happy home, 
We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast come ! 

A. P. Stanley. 



63 



T 



T fell upon a summer day, 

When Jesus walked in Galilee, 
The mothers of the village brought 
Their children to His knee. 

He took them in His arms, and laid 
His hands on each remembered head ; 

"Suffer these little ones to come 
To Me," He gently said. 

"Forbid them not; unless ye bear 
The childish heart your hearts within, 

Unto My Kingdom ye may come, 
But may not enter in." 

51 



JESUS CHRIST 



Master, I fain would enter there ; 

Oh let me follow Thee, and share 
Thy meek and lowly heart, and be 

Freed from all worldly care. 

Of innocence, and love, and trust, 
Of quiet work, and simple word, 

Of joy, and thoughtlessness of self 
Build up my life, good Lord. 

All happy thoughts, and gentle ways, 
And loving-kindness daily given, 

And freedom through obedience gained, 
Make in my heart Thine heaven. 

And all the wisdom that is born 
Of joy and love that question not, 

The child s bright vision of the earth, 
Be mine, O Lord, unsought. 

Oh, happy thus to live and move ! 

And sweet this world, where I shall find 
God s beauty everywhere, His love, 

His good in all mankind. 

Then, Father, grant this childlike heart, 
That I may come to Christ, and feel 

His hands on me in blessing laid, 
So pure, so strong to heal. 

So when, far fled from earth, I come 
Before Thee, happy and forgiven, 

The heavenly host may cry with joy, 
"A child is born in heaven." 

A. Stopford Brooke. 



THE MASTER OF ALL 



64 

TMMORTAL Love, for ever full, 
_L For ever flowing free, 
For ever shared, for ever whole, 
A never-ebbing sea ! 

Our outward lips confess the Name 

All other names above ; 
Love only knoweth whence it came, 

And comprehendeth love. 

We may not climb the heavenly steeps 
To bring the Lord Christ down : 

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

In joy of inward peace or sense 

Of sorrow over sin, 
He is His own best evidence 

His witness is within. 

The healing of His seamless dress 

Es by our beds of pain ; 
We touch Him in life s throng and press, 

And we are Avhole again. 

O Lord and Master of us all, 

Whate er our name or sign, 
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, 

We test our lives by Thine. 

J. G. IWiittier. 



JESUS CHRIST 

65 

MASTER, it is good to be 
High on the mountain here with Thee : " 
Here in the ampler, purer air, 
Above the stir of toil and care, 
Of heart s distraught with doubt and fear, 
Believing in their unbelief, 
Calling Thy servants all in vain, 
To ease them of their bitter pain. 

"Master, it is good to be 

Where rest the souls that talk with Thee : * 

Where stand revealed to mortal gaze 

The great old saints of other days, 

Who once received on Horeb s height 

The eternal laws of truth and light, 

Or caught the still small whisper higher 

Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 

"Master, it is good to be 

With Thee, and with Thy faithful Three : " 

Here, where the Apostle s heart of rock 

Is nerved against temptations shock ; 

Here, where the Son of thunder learns 

The thought that breathes and word that burns ; 

Here where on eagle s wings we move 

With Him whose last best creed is Love. 

" Master, it is good to be 
Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee ; " 
Watching the glistening raiment glow, 
Whiter than Hermon s whitest snow, 
The human lineaments that shine, 
Irradiant with a light Divine, 
Till we too change from grace to grace, 
Gazing on that transfigured face. 



THE HUMBLE KING 



"Master, it is good to be 
In life s worst anguish close to Thee ; " 
Within the overshadowing crowd 
Which wraps us in its awful shroud : 
We wist not what to think or say, 
Our spirits sink in sore dismay, 
They tell us of the dread "Decease," 
But yet to linger here is peace. 

"Master, it is good to be 
Here on the Holy Mount with Thee : " 
When darkling in the depths of night, 
When dazzled with excess of light, 
We bow before the heavenly voice, 
That bids bewildered souls rejoice, 
Though love wax cold and faith be dim, 
"This is my Son, O hear ye Him." 

A. P. Stanley. 

66 

I LONG did roam afar from home, 
My proud heart could not guide me, 
Till the King of heaven sent down 
One to walk beside me. 

No glory shone His way upon, 
No monarch s crown adorned Him ; 
Love discerned her humble King, 

Though the blind world scorned Him. 

To my dear King some gift to bring 
I sought to buy or borrow ; 
"Give me, child, thy heart," said He 
I was filled with sorrow. 



JESUS CHRIST 



Again I heard His gracious word 
"A place for thee I m keeping," 
Dumbly still my fearful heart 
Waited, doubting, weeping. 

"Turn not away," He seemed to say, 
And drew me gently near Him ; 
Love like this I ne er had known 
Who could longer fear Him ? 

His eyes Divine looked love in mine, 
My tears with His were blended ; 
"0 my King, I nothing bring, 
Thine and mine are ended." 

T. C. Williams. 

67 

CHRIST in His heavenly garden walks all day, 
V7 And calls to souls upon the world s highway ; 
Wearied with trifles, maimed and sick with sin, 
Christ by the gate stands, and invites them in. 

" How long, unwise, will ye pursue your woe ? 
Here from the throne sweet waters ever go ; 
Here the white lilies shine like stars above ; 
Here in the red rose burns the face of Love. 

" Tis not from earthly paths I bid you flee, 
But lighter in My ways your feet will be ; 
Tis not to summon you from human mirth, 
But add a depth and sweetness not of earth." 

"Still by the gate I stand as on ye stray : 
Turn your steps hither, am not I the Way ? 
The sun is falling fast ; the night is nigh : 
Why will ye wander ? Wherefore will ye die ? " 

F. T. Pcdgrare. 



THE GROSS OF CHRIST 

68 

WEARY of earth, and laden with my sin, 
I look at heaven and long to enter in ; 
But there no evil thing may find a home : 
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come." 

The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, 
Evil is ever with me day by day ; 
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall 
"Repent, return, thou shalt be loosed from all." 

Cease, restless will ! thy lonely strife resign ! 
I know too well how little strength is mine ; 
Grant me, dear Lord, Thy saving love to see ! 
I strive no more, I give myself to Thee. 

8. J. Stone. 

69 

"N the cross of Christ I glory ; 

Towering o er the wrecks of time, 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 



I 



When the woes of life o ertake me, 
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 

Never shall the cross forsake me : 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

When the sun of bliss is beaming 
Light and love upon my way : 

From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds more lustre to the day. 

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
By the cross are sanctified ; 

Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 



JESUS CHRIST 



Ill the cross of Christ I glory ; 

Towering o er the wrecks of time, 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

Sir J. Bowring. 

70 

BIRDS have their quiet nest, 
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed, 
All creatures have their rest, 
But Jesus had not where to lay His head. 

And yet He came to give 

The weary and the heavy laden rest, 
To bid the sinner live, 

And soothe our griefs to slumber on His breast. 

Let the birds seek their nest, 

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; 
Come, Saviour, in my breast 

Deign to repose Thine oft- rejected head. 

Come ! give me rest, and take 

The only rest on earth Thou lov st, within 
A heart, that for Thy sake, 

Lies bleeding, broken, penitent for sin. 

V. S. B. MonselL 

71 

;0 to dark Gethsemane, 

Ye who feel the tempter s power ; 
Your Redeemer s conflict see, 

Watch with Him one bitter hour : 
Turn not from His griefs away, 
Learn from Him to watch and pray. 



THE CORDS OF LOVE 



Follow to the judgment-hall, 
View the Lord of life arraigned ; 

See Him meekly bearing all ; 
Love to man His soul sustained : 

Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 

Learn from Him to bear the cross. 

Calvary s mournful mountain climb : 

There, adoring at His feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 

God s own sacrifice complete ; 
"It is finished," hear Him cry, 
Learn from Jesus Christ to die. 

Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid His breathless clay ; 
All is solitude and gloom ; 

Who hath taken Him away? 
Christ is risen, He seeks the skies : 
Saviour, teach us so to rise ! 

J. Montgomery. 

72 

T VE found a Friend ; oh, such a Friend ! 
JL He loved me ere I knew Him ; 
He drew me with the cords of love, 

And thus He bound me to Him. 
And round my heart still closely twine 

Those ties which nought can sever, 
For I am His and He is mine, 

For ever and for ever. 

I ve found a Friend ; oh, such a Friend ! 

He bled, He died to save me ; 
And not alone the gift of life, 

But His own self He gave me. 



JESUS CHRIST 



Nought that I have my own I call, 

I hold it for the Giver : 
My heart, my strength, my life, my all, 

Are His, and His for ever. 

I ve found a Friend ; oh, such a Friend ! 

All power to Him is given 
To guard me on my onward course, 

And bring me safe to heaven. 
Tli eternal glories gleam afar 

To nerve my faint endeavour : 
So now to watch, to work, to war, 

And then to rest for ever ! 

I ve found a Friend ; oh, such a Friend ! 

So kind, and true, and tender ; 
So wise a Counsellor and Guide, 

So mighty a Defender ! 
From Him who loves me now so well 

What power my soul shall sever ! 
Shall life or death, shall earth or hell? 

No I am His for ever ! j; #. Small. 

73 

HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
Tis thy Saviour, hear His word ; 
is speaks, and speaks to thee, 
"Say, poor sinner, lov st thou Me? 

"I delivered thee when bound, 
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

"Can a woman s tender care 
Cease towards the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 
Yet will I remember thee. 



UNCHANGING LOVE 



"Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above ; 
Deeper than the depths beneath ; 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

"Thou shalt see My glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done ; 
Partner of My throne shalt be ; 
Say, poor sinner, lov st thou Me?" 

Lord, it is my chief complaint 
That my love is weak and faint ; 
Yet I love Thee, and adore ; 
Oh for grace to love Thee more. 

W. Cowper. 

74 

ONE there is who loves thee, waiting still for 
thee; 
Canst thou yet reject Him? None so kind a.s 

He! 
Do not grieve Him longer, come and trust Him 

now ; 
He has waited all thy days : why waitest thou ? 

CHORUS : 
One there is who loves thee, 

Oh, receive Him now ! 
He has waited all the day : 

Why waitest thou ? 

Tenderly He woos thee, do not slight His call ; 
Though thy sins are many, He ll forgive them all. 
Turn to Him repenting, He will cleanse thee 

now ; 
He is waiting at thy heart : why waitest thou ? 



JESUS CHRIST 



Jesus still is waiting ; sinner, why delay ? 
To His arms of mercy rise and haste away ! 
Only come believing, He will save thee now ; 
He is waiting at the door : why waitest thou ? 

Ay res. 

75 

mENDERLY He leads us, all our days below ; 
_L Carefully He shows us every step we go. 

Tenderly He leads us, 

Every step we go ; 
Oh, how sweet to trust Him 

All the way below ! 

Through the Holy Spirit, we are taught the way 
Upward to His kingdom, brighter far than day. 

They who early seek Him with a humble mind, 
Pardon, life, and comfort evermore shall find. 

F. J. Crosby. 

76 

TELL me the old, old story 
Of unseen things above, 
Of Jesus and His glory, 
Of Jesus and His love. 
Tell me the story simply, 

As to a little child, 
For I am weak and weary, 
And helpless and denied. 

CHORUS : 

Tell me the old, old story 
Of Jesus and His love ! 



LOVER OF MY SOUL 



Tell me the story slowly, 

That I may take it in 
That wonderful redemption, 

God s remedy for sin. 
Tell me the story often, 

For I forget so soon ; 
The early dew of morning 

Has passed away at noon. 

Tell me the story softly, 

With earnest tones and grave 
Remember ! I m the sinner 

Whom Jesus came to save. 
Tell me that story always, 

If you would really be, 
In any time of trouble, 

A comforter to me. 

Tell me the same old story, 

When you have cause to fear 
That this world s empty glory 

Is costing me too dear. 
Yes, and when that world s glory 

Is daAvning on my soul, 
Tell me the old, old story : 

"Christ Jesus makes thee whole." 

Harikey. 

77 

TESU, Lover of my soul, 
fj Let me to Thy bosom fly, 
While the gathering waters roll, 

While the tempest still is high : 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O receive my soul at last ! 



JESUS CHRIST 



Other refuge have I none ; 

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me : 
All my trust on Thee is stayed, 

All my help from Thee I bring; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of Thy wing. 

Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 

Grace to cleanse from every sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound ; 

Make and keep me pure within: 
Thou of life the Fountain art; 

Freely let me take of Thee ; 
Spring Thou up within my heart, 

Rise to all eternity. 

C. Wesley. 



78 



HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
In a believer s ear ! 

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fear. 

It makes the wounded spirit whole. 
And calms the troubled breast ; 
Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary rest. 

Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
My shield and hiding-place, 
My never-failing treasury, filled 
AVith boundless stores of grace. 



HIS HEALING VIRTUE 

Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
My Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

Weak is the effort of my heart, 
And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see Thee as Thou art 
I ll praise Thee as I ought : 

Till then I would Thy love proclaim 
With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of Thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

J. Newton. 

79 

SHE only touched the hem of His garment, 
As to His side she stole, 
Amid the crowd that gathered around Him ; 
And straightway she was whole. 

Oh, touch the hem of His garment ! 

And thou too shalt be free ! 
His saving power this very hour 

Shall give new life to thee ! 

She came in fear and trembling before Him, 

She knew her Lord had come, 
She felt that from Him virtue had healed her ; 

The mighty deed was done. 

He turned with " Daughter, be of good comfort ; 

Thy faith hath made thee whole ! " 
And peace that passeth all understanding 

With gladness filled her soul. 

G. F. Root. 



JESUS CHRIST 

80 

V) OCR of Ages, cleft for me, 
XX Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power ! 

Not the labours of my hands 
Can fulfil Thy law s demands ; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow ; 
All for sin could not atone, 
Thou must save, and Thou alone. 

Nothing in my hand I bring, 
Simply to Thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 
Foul, I to the fountain fly ; 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! 

While I draw this fleeting breath, 
W^hen mine eyelids close in death, 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in Thee ! 

A. J/. Toplady. 
81 

OMEAN may seem this house of clay, 
Yet twas the Lord s abode ; 
Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 
Yet here Immanuel trod. 



THE WORD MADE FLESH 



This fleshly robe the Lord did wear, 
This watch the Lord did keep, 

These burdens sore the Lord did bear, 
These tears the Lord did weep. 

Our very frailty brings us near 

Unto the Lord of heaven ; 
To every grief, to every tear, 

Such glory strange is given. 

But not this fleshly robe alone 

Shall link us, Lord, to Thee ; 
Not only in the tear and moan 

Shall the dear kindred be : 

We shall be reckoned as Thine own, 

Because Thy heaven we share, 
Because we sing around Thy throne, 

And Thy bright raiment wear. 

O mighty grace, our life to live, 

To make our earth divine ; 
() mighty grace, Thy heaven to give, 

And lift our life to Thine. 

Yes, strange the gift and marvellous 

By Thee received and given ! 
Thou tookest woe and death for us, 

And we receive Thy heaven. 

T. H. Gill. 

82 

unto Me, ye weary, 



/^ 

\J 



And I will give you rest." 
Oh blessed voice of Jesus, 
Which comes to hearts opprest ; 



JESUS CHRIST 



It tells of benediction, 
Of pardon, grace, and peace, 

Of joy that hath no ending, 
Of love which cannot cease. 

" Come unto Me, ye wanderers, 

And I will give you light." 
Oh loving voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to cheer the night ; 
Our hearts were filled with sadness, 

And we had lost our way ; 
But He has brought us gladness 

And songs at break of day. 

"Come unto Me, ye fainting, 

And I will give you life." 
Oh cheering voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to aid our strife ; 
The foe is stern and eager, 

The fight is fierce and long ; 
But He has made us mighty, 

And stronger than the strong. 

"And whosoever cometh, 

I will not cast him out." 
Oh welcome voice of Jesus, 

Which drives away our doubt ; 
Which calls us very sinners, 

Unworthy though we be 
Of love so free and boundless, 

To come, dear Lord, to Thee. 

W. Chatterton Dix. 

S3 

HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 
Come unto Me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 
Thy head upon My breast. 



I 



THE PROMISED REST 



I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
I found in Him a resting-place, 

And He has made me glad. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

Behold, I freely give 
The living water ; thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink, and live. 
I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream ; 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

And now I live in Him. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

I am this dark world s light ; 
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright. 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I ll walk 

Till travelling days are done. 

H. Bonar 



84 



BEHOLD Me standing at the door, 
And hear Me pleading evermore 
With gentle voice : Oh, heart of sin, 
May I come in ? may I come in ? 

CHORUS : 

Behold Me standing at the door, 
And hear Me pleading evermore ; 
Say, weary heart, oppressed with sin, 
May I come in ? may I come in ? 



JESUS CHRIST 



I bore the cruel thorns for thee, 
I waited long and patiently : 
Say, weary heart, oppressed with sin, 
May I come in ? may I come in ? 

I would not plead with thee in vain, 
Remember all My grief and pain ! 
I died to ransom thee from sin : 
May I come in? may I come in? 

I bring thee joy from heaven above, 
I bring thee pardon, peace, and love : 
Say, weary heart, oppressed with sin, 
May I come in ? may I come in ? 

F. J. Crosby. 

85 

" 1YTHOSOEVER heareth 1" shout, shout the 

T V sound ! 

Send the blessed tidings all the world around ! 
Spread the joyful news wherever man is found : 
"Whosoever will may come." 

CHORUS : 

"Whosoever will ! " "whosoever will 1 " 
Send the proclamation over vale and hill ; 
Tis the loving Father calls the wanderer home : 
"Whosoever will may come." 

W T hosoever cometh need not delay ; 
Now the door is open, enter while ye may : 
Jesus is the true, the only living way, 
"Whosoever will may come." 

" Whosoever will," .the promise is secure ; 
" Whosoever will " for ever shall endure, 
" Whosoever will" tis life for evermore : 
"Whosoever will may come." 

P. P. Bliss. 

70 



THE CALL OF JESUS 



86 

TE 

Of our life s wild restless sea ; 
by day His sweet voice souru 
Saying, "Christian, follow Me." 



TESUS calls us o er the tumult 
Of our life s wild restless sea ; 
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, 



As of old apostles heard it 

By the Galilean lake, 
Turned from home, and toil, and kindred, 

Leaving all for His dear sake. 

Jesus calls us from the worship 
Of the vain world s golden store, 

From each idol that would keep us 
Saying, "Christian, love Me more." 

In our joys and in our sorrows, 
Days of toil and hours of ease, 

Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, 
"Christian, love Me more than these." 

Jesus calls us. By Thy mercies, 
Saviour, may we hear Thy call, 

Give our hearts to Thy obedience, 
Serve and love Thee best of all. 

C. F. Alexander. 

87 



were ninety-and-nine that safely lay 
_L In the shelter of the fold ; 
But one was out on the hills away, 

Far off from the gates of gold 
Away on the mountains wild and bare, 
Away from the tender Shepherd s care. 



JESUS CHRIST 



"Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety-and-nine, 

Are they not enough for Thee ?" 
But the Shepherd made answer : "This of Mine 

Has wandered away from Me ; 
And although the road be rough and steep, 
I go to the desert to find My sheep." 

But none of the ransomed ever knew 
How deep were the waters crossed ; 
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord 

passed through 

Ere He found the sheep that was lost. 
Out in the desert He heard its cry- 
Sick, and helpless, and ready to die. 

"Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the 

way, 

That mark out the mountain s track ? " 
"They were shed for one who had gone astray, 

Ere the Shepherd could bring him back." 
"Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and 

torn?" 
"They are pierced to-night by many a thorn." 

And all through the mountains, thunder-riven, 
And up from the rocky steep, 

There arose a cry to the gate of heaven : 
"Rejoice ! I have found My sheep ! " 
And the angels echoed around the throne, 

"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own !" 
Elizabeth 0. Clepham. 

88 

IAFE in the arms of Jesus, 

Safe on His gentle breast, 
There by His love o ershadow d 
Sweetly my soul shall rest, 



OUR REFUGE 



Hark ! tis the voice of angels, 

Borne in a song to me, 
Over the fields of glory, 
Over the crystal sea. 

Safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Safe on His gentle breast, 

There by His love o ershadow d 

Sweetly my soul shall rest. 

Safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Safe from corroding care, 
Safe from the world s temptations, 

Sin cannot harm me there ; 
Free from the blight of sorrow, 

Free from my doubts and fears, 
Only a few more trials, 

Only a few more tears. 

Safe in the arms, etc. 

Jesus, my heart s dear refuge, 

Jesus has died for me, 
Firm on the Rock of Ages 

Ever my trust shall be. 
Here let me wait with patience, 

Wait till the night is o er, 
Wait till I see the morning 

Break on the golden shore. 
Safe in the arms, etc. 

Frances J. Van Ahtyne. 

39 

ONE there is above all others 
Well deserves the name of Friend : 
His is love beyond a brother s, 

Costly, free, and knows no end : 
They who once His kindness prove 
Find it everlasting love. 

7a i) 3 



JESUS CHRIST 



Which of all our friends to save us 
Could or would have shed his blood ? 

But the Saviour died to have us 
Reconciled in Him to God : 

This was boundless love indeed ! 

Jesus is a Friend in need. 

When He lived on earth abased, 
Friend of sinners was His name ; 

Now, above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same : 

Still He calls them brethren, friends, 

And to all their wants attends. 

O for grace our hearts to soften ! 

Teach us, Lord, at length to love : 
W 7 e, alas ! forget too often 

What a Friend we have above ; 
But, when home our souls are brought, 
We shall love Thee as we ought. 

J. Newton. 

90 

SOULS of men! why will ye scatter 
Like a crowd of frightened sheep ? 
Foolish hearts ! why will ye wander 
From a love so true and deep? 

Was there ever kinder shepherd 

Half so gentle, half so sweet, 
As the Saviour, who would have us 

Come and gather round His feet? 

There s a wideness in God s mercy 

Like the wideness of the sea ; 
There s a kindness in His justice 

Which is more than liberty. 



THE HEART OF THE ETERNAL 



There is no place where earth s sorrows 
Are more felt than up in heaven ; 

There is no place where earth s failings 
Have such kindly judgment given. 

But we make His love too narrow 

By false limits of our own ; 
And we magnify His strictness 

With a zeal He will not own. 

For the love of God is broader 
Than the measure of man s mind ; 

And the heart of the Eternal 
Is most wonderfully kind. 

Pining souls ! come nearer Jesus, 
And oh ! come not doubting thus, 

But with faith that trusts more bravely 
His huge tenderness for us. 

If our love were but more simple, 
We should take Him at His word, 

And our lives would be all sunshine 
In the sweetness of our Lord. 

F. W. Faber, 

91 

ART thou weary, art thou languid, 
XJL Art thou sore distressed? 
"Come to Me," saith One, "and coming 
Be at rest." 

Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 

If He be my Guide ? 

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints, 
And His side." 



JESUS CHRIST 



Is there diadem as monarch 

That His brow adorns? 
"Yea, a crown, in very surety, 

But of thorns." 

If I find Him, if I follow, 
What His guerdon here ? 
"Many a sorrow, many a labour, 
Many a tear." 

If I still hold closely to Him, 

What hath He at last? 
"Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, 
Jordan passed." 

If I ask Him to receive me, 

Will He say me nay? 
"Not till earth, and not till heaven 
Pass away." 

Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 

Is He sure to bless ? 
"Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
Answer, Yes." 

J. M. Neale. 



92 



" TN Me ye may have peace ; 

J_ My peace I give to you." 
Rest, troubled soul, rest in the Lord ; 

His love will bear thee through. 

"In Me ye may have peace:" 
Though wars against thee rise, 

Hope thou in God, be not dismayed: 
Lift up thy weeping eyes. 



COME YE APART 

"In Me ye may have peace : " 

Dear Lord, our refuge be : 
In weal or woe, in life or death, 

We would abide in Thee ! 

P. P. Bliss. 
93 



/^1 

\J 



ye yourselves apart, and rest 
awhile ; " 

So spake the precious Lord, with gracious smile. 
What soul-refreshing thoughts the words sug 

gest 

"Come ye yourselves apart," with Me, "and 
rest"! 

" Come ye yourselves apart, and listen too ; 
For I have many things to say to you. 
You cannot learn them all in one short day, 
But something may be learnt if you will stay." 

" Come ye yourselves apart, renew your 

strength, 

That you may better go prepared, at length, 
By holy leisure spent alone with Me, 
To work the work prepared for thee for thee 1" 

E. H. Bickersteth. 

94 

KNOCKING! knocking! who is there? 
Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair ! 
Tis a Pilgrim, strange and kingly, 

Never such was seen before ; 

Ah, my soul, for such a wonder, 

Wilt thou not undo the door? 



JESUS CHRIST 



Knocking ! knocking ! still He s there ! 

Waiting, waiting, wondrous fair : 
But the door is hard to open, 

For the weeds and ivy-vine, 
With their dark and clinging tendrils, 

Ever round the hinges twine. 

Knocking ! knocking ! what, still there ! 

Waiting, waiting, grand and fair ! 
Yes, the pierced hand still knocketh, 

And beneath the crowned hair 
Beam the patient eyes, so tender, 

Of thy Saviour waiting there. 

Harriet B. Stowe. 

95 

OEACE ! perfect peace ! in this dark world of 

X sin ? 

The blood of Jesus whispers peace within. 

Peace ! perfect peace ! by thronging duties prest ? 



the 



To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. 

Peace ! perfect peace ! with sorrows surging 

round ? 
On Jesus bosom naught but calm is found. 

Peace ! perfect peace ! with loved ones far 

away ? 
In Jesus keeping we are safe, and they. 

Peace ! perfect peace ! our future all unknown ? 
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne. 

Peace ; perfect peace ! death shadowing us and 

ours ? 
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers. 



THE GIFTS OF PENTECOST 

It is enough : earth s struggles soon shall cease, 
And Jesus call us to heaven s perfect peace. 

Bishop Bickernteth. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT 
96 

HOLY Spirit, Truth Divine ! 
Dawn upon this soul of mine ; 
Word of God, and inward Light, 
Wake my spirit, clear my sight. 

Holy Spirit, Love Divine ! 
Glow within this heart of mine ; 
Kindle every high desire ; 
Perish self in Thy pure fire ! 

Holy Spirit, Power Divine ! 
Fill and nerve this will of mine ; 
By Thee may I strongly live, 
Bravely bear, and nobly strive ! 

S. Longfdhw, 

97 

P RACIOUS Spirit, Holy Ghost, 
\JT Taught by Thee we covet most 
Of Thy gifts at Pentecost, 
Holy, heavenly love. 

Love is kind, and suffers long ; 
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong ; 
Love than death itself more strong ; 
Therefore give us love. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT 



Prophecy will fade away, 
Melting in the light of day ; 
Love will ever with us stay ; 
Therefore give us love. 

Faith will vanish into sight ; 
Hope be emptied in delight ; 
Love in heaven will shine more bright ; 
Therefore give us love. 

Faith and hope and love we see 
Joining hand in hand agree ; 
But the greatest of the three, 
And the best, is love. 

From the overshadowing 
Of Thy gold and silver wing 
Shed on us, who to Thee sing, 
Holy, heavenly love. 

C. Wordsworth. 

98 

SPIRIT Divine, attend our prayers, 
And make this house Thy home ; 
Descend with all Thy gracious powers; 
O come, Great Spirit, come ! 

Come as the light to us reveal 

Our emptiness arid woe ; 
And lead us in those paths of life 

Where all the righteous go. 

Come as the fire and purge our hearts 

Like sacrificial flame ; 
Let our whole soul an offering be 

To our Redeemer s name. 



THE GUIDE AND COMFORTER 



Come as the dove and spread Thy wings, 

The Avings of peaceful love ; 
And let Thy Church on earth become 

Blest as the Church above. 

A. Eeed. 

99 

COME gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With light and comfort from above ; 
Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide, 
O er every thought and step preside. 

The light of truth to us display, 

And make us know and choose Thy way ; 

Plant holy fear in every heart, 

That we from God may ne er depart. 

Lead us to holiness the road 
That we must take to dwell with God ; 
Lead us to Christ the living Way, 
Nor let us from His pastures stray. 

Lead us to God our final rest, 
To l)e with Him for ever blest ; 
Lead us to heaven, that we may share 
Fulness of joy for ever there. 

S. Browne. 

100 

OFR blessed Redeemer, ere He breathed 
His tender last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
With us to dwell. 

He came in semblance of a dove, 

With sheltering wings outspread, 
The holy halm of peace and love 
On earth to shed. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT 



He came sweet influence to impart, 

A gracious, willing guest, 
While He can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

And His that gentle voice we hear, 

Soft as the breath of even, 
That checks each thought, that calms each fear, 
And speaks of heaven. 

And every virtue we possess, 

And every victory won, 
And every thought of holiness, 
Are His alone. 

Spirit of purity and grace, 

Our weakness, pitying, see ; 
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
And meet for Thee. 

Harriet Auber. 

101 

SPIRIT unseen, our spirit s home, 
Whereso er o er earth we roam, 
Lost in depths of trackless wood, 
Tost on ocean s desert flood, 
By the Old World s sacred haunts, 
Or the New World s soaring wants, 
Peopled isle or coral shoal, 
We through Thee are one in soul. 

Spirit of forgiving love, 
Come and shelter from above 
Those who claim Thee as their own, 
Or who follow Thee unknown; 



THE STILL SMALL VOICE 



Come and fill with second life 
Minds distraught with doubt and strife ; 
Conquering with Thy bloodless sword 
Be the conquered s great reward. 



When the pulse of youth beats high, 
Be Thy still small warning nigh ; 
When for great resolves we yearn, 
Towards the cross our manhood turn ; 
When our locks grow scant and hoary, 
Light them with Thy crown of glory ; 
When at last we come to die. 
Sparkle in the vacant eye, 
Hope of Immortality. 

A. P. Stanley. 

102 

r\ OD sets a still small voice 
\JT Deep every soul within ; 
It guideth to the right, 
And warneth us of sin. 



If we that voice obey, 
Clearer its tones will be, 

Till all God s will for us 
Clear as noonday we see. 

If we that voice neglect, 
Fainter will be its tone ; 

If still unheeded, it 
Will leave us quite alone. 

O grief ! to be allowed 
To go our own wild way ; 

Lord, hold Thy children back, 
Lest we so sadly stray. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT 



And help us to attend 

To Thy sweet voice divine ; 
Then in the judgment day 

Own us, good Lord, as Thine. 

Elizabeth Wiglesworih. 



103 



r\ RACIOUS Spirit, dwell with me ! 
\JT I myself would gracious be ; 
And with words that help and heal 
Would Thy life in mine reveal. 

Truthful Spirit, dwell with me ! 
I myself would truthful be ; 
And with wisdom kind and clear 
Let Thy life in mine appear. 

Gentle Spirit, dwell with me ! 
I myself would gentle be ; 
Gentle as the morning light, 
Putting mists and chills to flight. 

Quiet Spirit, dwell with me ! 

I myself would quiet be, 

Quiet as the growing blade 

Which through earth its way hath made. 

Mighty Spirit, dwell with me ! 
I myself would mighty be, 
Mighty so as to prevail 
Where unaided man must fail. 

Holy Spirit, dwell with me ! 
I myself would holy be ; 
Separate from sin, I would 
Choose, and cherish all things good. 

T. T. Lynch. 



THE INDWELLING POWER 



104 



MIGHTY Comforter, to Thee 
In pur feebleness we flee : 
Oh, unveil Thy gracious face, 
Spread out all Thy wondrous grace ! 

Strengthener of the poor and weak, 
To Thy power for strength we seek; 
Heavenly fulness, from above, 
Oh descend in blessed love ! 

Loving Spirit, come, oh come ! 
Find in us Thine endless home ; 
Find in this our world below 
Dwellings for Thy glory now. 

Holy Light, upon us shine 
With Thine energy divine ; 
Heavenly Brightness, break Thou forth 
Over this benighted earth. 

With th eternal Father one. 
One with the eternal Son ; 
Blessed Spirit, Thee we praise, 
Now and through eternal days. 

H. Bonar, 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 
105 

PRAYER is the soul s sincere desire, 
Uttered or unexprest ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye 

When none but God is near. 

Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try; 
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 

The Majesty on high. 

Prayer is the Christian s vital breath, 

The Christian s native air ; 
His watchword at the gates of death, 

He enters heaven with prayer. 

Prayer is the contrite sinner s voice, 

Returning from his ways ; 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 

And cry, Behold he prays ! 

The saints in prayer appear as one, 
In word, and deed, and mind ; 

While with the Father and the Son 
Sweet fellowship they find. 

Nor prayer is made on earth alone ; 

The Holy Spirit pleads, 
And Jesus, on th eternal throne, 

For sinners intercedes. 

O Thou, by whom we come to God, 
The Life, the Truth, the Way ! 

The path of prayer Thyself hast trod : 
Lord, teach us how to pray ! 

J. Montgomery. 



SEEKING REST 



106 

T17HEN the weary, seeking rest, 
VV To Thy goodness flee ; 
When the heavy-laden cast 

All their load on Thee; 
When the troubled, seeking peace, 

On Thy Name shall call ; 
When the sinner, seeking life, 

At Thy feet shall fall : 
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry, 
In heaven Thy dwelling-place on high. 

When the worldling, sick at heart, 

Lifts his soul above ; 
When the prodigal looks back 

To his Father s love ; 
When the proud man, in his pride, 

Stoops to seek Thy face ; 
When the burdened brings his guilt 

To Thy throne of grace ; 
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry, 
In heaven Thy dwelling-place on high. 



When the stranger asks a home, 

All his toils to end ; 
When the hungry craveth food, 

And the poor a friend ; 
When the sailor on the wave 

Bows the fervent knee, 
When the soldier on the field 

Lifts his heart to Thee ; 
Hear then in love, O Lord the cry. 
In heaven Thy dwelling-place on high. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



When the man of toil and care 

In the city crowd ; 
When the shepherd on the moor 

Names the Name of God ; 
When the learned and the high, 

Tired of earthly fame, 
Upon higher joys intent, 

Name the blessed Name : 
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry, 
In heaven Thy dwelling-place on high. 

When the child, with grave fresh lip, 

Youth or maiden fair ; 
When the aged, weak, and grey, 

Seek Thy face in prayer ; 
When the widow weeps to Thee, 

Sad and lone and low ; 
When the orphan brings to Thee 

All his orphan woe : 
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry, 
In heaven Thy dwelling-place on high. 

H. Bonar. 

107 

GO, when the morning shineth ; 
Go, when the noon is bright ; 
Go, when the day declineth ; 

Go, in the hush of night ; 
Go, with pure heart and feeling ; 

Cast earthly thoughts away ; 
And in thy chamber kneeling 
Do thou in secret pray. 

Remember all who love thee, 

All who are loved by thee ; 
Pray, too, for those who hate thee, 

If any such there be. 



THE THRONE OF GRACE 



Then for thyself in meekness 

A blessing humbly claim ; 
And link with each petition 

Thy great Redeemer s name. 

But if tis e er denied thee 

In solitude to pray ; 
Should holy thoughts come o er thee 

When friends are round thy way ; 
E en then, in silent breathing, 

The spirit raised above 
Will reach the throne of glory, 

Of mercy, truth, and love. 

Whene er thou pin st in sadness, 

Before His footstool fall ; 
Remember in thy gladness 

His love who gave thee all. 
Oh ! not a joy or blessing 

With this can we compare 
The power which He has given 

T approach His throne in prayer. 

Jane C. Simpson. 

108 

T^ATHER, I know that all my life 

JL Is portioned out for me, 

And the changes that are sure to come 

I do not fear to see ; 
But I ask Thee for a present mind, 

Intent on pleasing Thee. 

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 
Through constant watching wise, 

To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
And wipe the weeping eyes ; 

And a heart at leisure from itself, 
To soothe and sympathize. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



I would nob have the restless will 

That hurries to and fro ; 
Seeking for some great thing to do, 

Or secret thing to know : 
I would be treated as a child, 

And guided where I go. 

Wherever in the world I am, 

In whatsoe er estate, 
I have a fellowship with hearts 

To keep and cultivate, 
And a work of lowly love to do, 

For the LOJX! on whom I wait. 



So I ask Thee for the daily strength, 

To none that ask denied, 
And a mind to blend with outward life, 

While keeping at Thy side ; 
Content to fill a little space, 
. If Thou be glorified. 

And if some things I do not ask 

In my cup of blessing be, 
I would have my spirit filled the more 

With grateful love to Thee ; 
More careful not to serve Thee much, 

But to please Thee perfectly. 

There are briers besetting every path 

That call for patient care ; 
There is a cross in every lot, 

And an earnest need for prayer ; 
But a lowly heart, that leans on Thee, 

Is happy anywhere. 



PEACE, BE STILL 



In service which Thy will appoints 

There are no bonds for me ; 
For my inmost heart is taught the truth 

That makes Thy children free ; 
And a life of self-renouncing love 

Is a life of liberty. 

A. L. Wearing. 

109 

FIERCE raged the tempest o er the deep, 
Watch did Thine anxious servants keep, 
But Thou wast wrapp d in guileless sleep, 
Calm and still. 

"Save, Lord, we perish," was their cry, 

"O save us in our agony !" 

Thy word above the storm rose high, 

"Peace, be still." 

The wild winds hush d : the angry deep 
Sank, like a little child, to sleep ; 
The sullen billows ceased to leap, 

At Thy will. 

So, when our life is clouded o er, 

And storm-winds drift us from the shore, 

Say, lest we sink to rise no more, 

"Peace, be still." 

Godfrey Thring. 

110 

WITH the sweet word of peace 
We bid our brethren go ; 
Peace as a river to increase, 
And ceaseless flow. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



With the calm word of prayer 
We earnestly commend 
Our brethren to Thy watchful care, 
Eternal Fritfnd. 

With the dear word of love 
We give our brief farewell ; 
Our love below, and Thine above, 
With them shall dwell. 

With the strong word of faith 
We stay ourselves on Thee ; 
That Thou, O Lord, in life or death 
Their help shalt be. 

Then the bright word of hope, 
Shall on our parting gleam, 
And tell of joys beyond the scope 
Of earth-born dream. 

Farewell : in hope, and love, 
In faith, and peace, and prayer ; 
Till He whose home is ours above 
Unite us there. 

G. Watson. 



Ill 



T OWLY and solemn be 

Jj Thy children s cry to Thee, 

Father Divine ; 
A hymn of suppliant breath, 
Owning that life and death 

Alike are Thine. 

O Father, in that hour, 
When earth all succouring power 
Shall disavow ; 



LOSING SELF IN GOD 



When spear and shield and crown 
In faintness are cast down ; 
Sustain us, Thou ! 

By Him who bowed to take 
The death-cup for our sake, 

The thorn, the rod ; 
From whom the last dismay 
Was not to pass away ; 

Aid us, O God. 

Tremblers beside the grave, 
We call on Thee to save, 

Father Divine ! 

Hear, hear our suppliant breath, 
Keep us, in life and death, 

Thine, only Thine ! 

Felicia D. Hemans. 



112 



NOW let us see Thy beauty, Lord, 
As we have seen before ; 
And by Thy beauty quicken us 
To love Thee and adore. 

Our every foolish mood is cooled, 

And gone is every load, 
When we can lose the love of self, 

And find the love of God. 

J Tis by Thy loveliness we re won 
To home and Thee again ; 

And as we are Thy children true, 
We are more truly men. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Lord, it is coming to ourselves 
When thus we come to Thee ; 

The bondage of Thy loveliness 
Is perfect liberty. 

So now we come to ask again 

What Thou hast often given, 
The vision of that loveliness 
Which is the life of heaven. 

B. Waugh. 
113 

FATHER, when the softened heart 
Is lifted up in prayer to Thee, 
When earthly thoughts awhile depart, 
And leave the mounting spirit free : 

Then teach us that our love, like Thine, 
O er all the realms of earth should flow, 

A shoreless stream, a flood divine, 
No lines of race or hue should know: 

Not bound by party, caste, or creed, 
All narrow realms of self above : 

For whoso of our love hath need, 
To him we owe the dues of love. 

Into the circle lift us up 

Of Thy divine beneficence : 
And, freely as Thou fill at our cup, 

Freely may we to all dispense. 

Anon. 

114 

fLEST be Thy love, dear Lord, 

That taught us this sweet way, 
Only to love Thee for Thyself, 
And for that love obey. 

94 



B 1 



CHRIST OUR PATTERN 



O Thou, our soul s chief hope ! 

We to Thy mercy fly ; 
Where er we are, Thou canst protect, 

Whate er we need, supply. 

Whether we sleep or wake, 

To Thee we both resign : 
By night we see, as well as day, 

If Thy light on us shine. 

Whether we live or die, 

Both we submit to Thee : 
In death we live, as well as life, 

If Thine in death we be. 

J. Austin. 



115 



LORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee, 
And plead to be forgiven, 
So let Thy life our pattern be, 
And form our souls for heaven. 

Help us, through good report and ill, 

Our daily cross to bear ; 
Like Thee to do our Father s will, 

Our brethren s griefs to share. 

Let grace our selfishness expel, 

Our earthlmerss refine, 
And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 

As free and true as Thine. 

If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 
And grief s dark day come on, 

We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 
Father, Thy will be done. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 

Or brethren faithless prove, 
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 

To conquer them by love. 

Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 

Forgiving and forgiven, 
Oh may we lead the pilgrim s life, 

And follow Thee to heaven. 

J. H. Gurney. 

116 

AS pants the hart for cooling streams, 
XA_ When heated in the chase, 
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, 

And Thy refreshing grace. 

For Thee, my God, the living God, 

My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face, 

Thou majesty divine ! 

God of my strength, how long shall I 
Like one forgotten, mourn I 

Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed 
To my oppressors scorn? 

Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 

Hope still, and thou shalt sing 
The praise of Him who is thy God, 

Thy health s eternal spring. 

Tate and Brady. 

117 

OTHOU to whom we pray, 
Show us Thy perfect way ; 
Lead us from day to day 
Closer to Thee. 



SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS 



Closer to Thee, closer to Thee ; 
Closer, closer, closer to Thee. 

And when the foe is nigh, 
May we all sin defy ! 
Dare to resist or die, 

Strengthened by Thee. 

Strengthened by Thee, strengthened by Thee ; 
Strengthened, strengthened, strengthened by 
Thee. 

If clouds the daylight hide, 
Be Thou our Light and Guide ; 
Let whatsoe er betide 
Lead us to Thee. 

Lead us to Thee, lead us to Thee; 
Lead us, lead us, lead us to Thee. 

Ma ry Mathews- Barnes. 



118 



riHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, 
\J Christ, the true, the only Light, 
Sun of Righteousness, arise, 

Triumph o er the shades of night ; 
Dayspring from on high, be near ; 
Daystar, in my heart appear. 

Dark and cheerless is the morn, 

Unaccompanied by Thee ; 
Joyless is the day s return, 

Till Thy mercy s beams I see ; 
Till they inward light impart, 
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 

97 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Visit then this soul of mine, 

Pierce the gloom of sin. and grief ; 

Fill me, Radiancy Divine, 
Scatter all my unbelief ; 

More and more Thyself display, 

Shining to the perfect day. Amen. 

Chan. Wesley. 

119 

FATHER, hear the prayer we offer ; 
Not for ease that prayer shall be, 
But for strength, that we may ever 
Live our lives courageously. 

Not for ever in green pastures 

Do we ask our way to be ; 
But the steep and rugged pathway 

May we tread rejoicingly. 

Not for ever by still waters 

Would we idly quiet stay ; 
But would smite the living fountains 

From the rocks along our way. 

Be our strength in hours of weakness, 
In our wanderings be our guide ; 

Through endeavour, failure, danger, 
Father, be Thou at our side. 

Anon. 

120 

LEAD us, heavenly Father, lead us 
O er the world s tempestuous sea ; 
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 

For we have no help but Thee; 
Yet possessing every blessing, 
If our God our Father be. 



FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH 



Saviour, breathe forgiveness o er us ; 

All our weakness Thou dost know ; 
Thou didst tread this earth before us, 

Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; 
Lone and dreary, faint and weary, 

Through the desert Thou didst go. 

Spirit of our God, descending, 

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ; 

Love with every passion blending, 
Pleasure that can never cloy : 

Thus provided, pardoned, guided, 
Nothing can our peace destroy. 

J. Edmeston. 

121 

LORD of the worlds above, 
How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of Thy love, 

Thine earthly temples are ! 
To Thine abode, my heart aspires, 
With warm desires to see my God. 

O happy souls that pray 

Where God delights to hear ! 

O happy men that pay 
Their constant service there ! 

They praise Thee still, and happy they 

Who love the way to Zion s hill ! 

They go from strength to strength, 
Through this dark vale of tears, 

Till each o ercomes at length, 
Till each in heaven appears : 

O glorious seat ! when God our King 

Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



The Lord His people loves ; 

His hand no good withholds 
From those His heart approves, 

From holy, humble souls. 
Thrice happy he, O Lord of hosts, 
Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee ! 

I. Watts. 



122 

I NEED Thee every hour, 
Most gracious Lord ; 
No tender voice like Thine 
Can peace afford. 



CHORUS : 

I need Thee, oh, I need Thee ; 
Every hour I need Thee : 
Oh, bless me now, my Saviour, 
I come to Thee. 

I need Thee every hour ; 

Stay Thou near by : 
Temptations lose their power 

When Thou art nigh. 

I need Thee every hour ; 

In joy or pain ; 
Come quickly and abide, 

Or life is vain. 

I need Thee every hour : 

Teach me Thy will ; 
And Thy rich promises 

In me fulfil. 



THE PURE IN HEART 



I need Thee every hour, 

Most Holy One ; 
Oh, make me Thine indeed, 

Thou blessed Son. 

Mrs. A. S. Hawks. 

123 

BLEST are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God; 
The secret of the Lord is theirs ; 
Their soul is Christ s abode. 

The Lord who left the heavens, 
Our life and peace to bring, 

To dwell in lowliness with men, 
Their pattern and their King, 

He to the lowly soul 

Doth still Himself impart, 
And for His dwelling and His throne 

Chooseth the pure in heart. 

Lord, we Thy presence seek ! 

May ours this blessing be, 
Give us a pure and lowly heart, 

A temple meet for Thee. 

J. KeUe. 

124 

rPHERE is an eye that never sleeps 
JL Beneath the wing of night ; 
There is an ear that never shuts 
When sink the beams of light. 

There is an arm that never tires 
When human strength gives way , 

There is a love that never fails 
When earthly loves decay. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; 

That arm upholds the sky ; 
That ear is filled with angels songs ; 

That love is throned on high. 

But there s a po\yer which man can wield 

When mortal aid is vain, 
That eye, that arm, that love to reach, 

That listening ear to gain. 

That power is prayer, which soars on high, 

Through Jesus to the Throne, 
And moves the Hand which moves the world, 

And brings salvation down. 

Wallace. 

125 

LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us all, Thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace : 

O refresh us, 
Travelling through this wilderness. 

Thanks we give and adoration 
For Thy gospel s joyful sound ; 

May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound : 
May Thy presence 

With us ever more be found. 

So, whene er the signal s given 
Us from earth to call away, 
Borne on angels wings to heaven. 
Glad the summons to obey, 

May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 

J. Fmvcett. 



THE POWER OF PRAYER 

126 

WHAT various hindrances AVC meet 
In coming to the Mercy-seat ; 
Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there ? 

Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 
Brings every blessing from above. 

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian s armour bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 

When Moses stood with arms spread wide, 
Success was found on Israel s side ; 
But when through weariness they failed, 
That moment Amalek prevailed. 

Have we no words ? ah, think again ; 
AVords flow apace when we complain, 
And fill our fellow-creature s ear 
With the sad tale of all our care. 

Were half the breath thus vainly spent 
To heaven in supplication sent, 
Our cheerful song would ofteiier be, 
"Hear what the Lord hath done for me." 

W. Cov:per. 

127 

OUR Father, while our hearts unlearn 
The creeds that wrong Thy name, 
Still let our hallowed altars burn 
With faith s undying flame. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Not by the lightning gleams of wrath 

Our souls Thy face shall see ; 
The star of love must light the path 

That leads to heaven and Thee. 

Help us to read our Master s will, 

Through every darkening stain 
That clouds His sacred image still, 

And see Him once again ; 

The brother Man, the pitying Friend, 

Who weeps for human woes, 
Whose pleading words of pardon blend 

With cries of raging foes. 

If mid the gathering storms of doubt 
Our hearts grow faint and cold, 

The strength we cannot live without 
Thy love will not withhold. 

Our prayers accept, our sins forgive, 

Our youthful zeal renew, 
Shape for us holier lives to live, 

And nobler work to do. 

0. TT. Holmes. 



128 



mHINE for ever ! God of love, 
_L Hear us from Thy throne above ; 
Thine for ever may we be 
Here and in eternity. 

Thine for ever ! Lord of life, 
Shield us through our earthly strife ; 
Thou the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Guide us to the realms of day. 



GOD WITH US 



Thine for ever ! oh, how blest 
They who find in Thee their rest ! 
Saviour, Guardian, Heavenly Friend, 
Oh defend us to the end. 

Thine for ever ! Saviour, keep 
Us Thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
Safe alone beneath Thy care 
Let us all Thy goodness share. 

Thine for ever ! Thou our Guide, 
All our wants by Thee supplied; 
All our sins by Thee forgiven, 
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. 

M. F. Maude. 

129 

GOD, Thy boundless love to me 
_ No thought can reach, no tongue declare ; 
Then knit my thankful heart to Thee, 

And reign without a rival there. 
Thine only, Thine alone I am, 
Lord, with Thy love my heart inflame ! 

O grant that nothing in my soul 
May dwell but Thy pure love alone ; 

O may Thy love possess me whole 
My joy, my treasure, and my crown ! 

All coldness from my heart remove, 

And every act and thought be love. 

O Love, how cheering is Thy ray ! 

All pain before Thy presence flies ; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away 

Where er Thy healing beams arise. 
God of my life, oh may I see 
In earth, in heaven, no home but Thee. 

Anon. 

"5 E 3 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 

130 

f^\ CD be with you till we meet again ! 
\JT By His counsels guide, uphold you, 
With His sheep securely fold you : 
God be with you till we meet again ! 

Till we meet ! . . . Till we meet ! . . . 
Till we meet at Jesus feet; . . . 
Till we meet ! . . . Till we meet ! . . . 
God be with you till we meet again ! 

God be with you till we meet again ! 
Neath His wings securely hide you, 
Daily manna still provide you ; 
God be with you till we meet again ! 

God be with you till we meet again ! 
When life s perils thick confound you, 
Put His loving arms around you ; 
God be with you till we meet again ! 

God be with you till we meet again ! 
Keep love s banner floating o er you, 
Smite death s threatening wave before you ; 
God be with you till we meet again ! 

J. E. Rankin, D.D. 

131 

LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling 
gloom, 

Lead Thou me on ; 
The night is dark, and I am far from home, 

Lead Thou me on. 

Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 



CROSSING THE BAR 



I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 

Shouldsfc lead me on ; 
I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 

Lead Thou me on. 

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. 

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on, 
O er moor and fen, o er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone ; 

And with the morn those angel faces smile, 
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 

J. H. Newman. 
132 

SUNSET and evening star, 
And one clear call for me ! 
And may there be no moaning of the bar 

When I put out to sea, 
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 

Too full for sound and foam, 
When that which drew from out the boundless 
deep 

Turns again home. 

Twilight and evening bell, 

And after that the dark ! 
And may there be no sadness of farewell 

When I embark ; 
For, tho from out our bourne of time and place 

The flood may bear me far, 
I hope to see my Pilot face to face 

When I have crost the bar. 

A. Tennyson. 

107 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



133 

OHOLY Father, Friend unseen ! 
Since on Thine arm Thou bid sfc me lean, 
Help me throughout life s varying scene 
By faith to cling to Thee. 

Oft when I seem to tread alone 

Some barren waste with thorns o ergrown, 

Thy voice of love in gentlest tone 

Whispers, "Still cling to Me!" 

Though faith and hope may long be tried, 
I ask not, need not, aught beside, 
But safe, and calm, and satisfied, 
In love to cling to Thee. 

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

Charlotte Elliott. 

134 

OH safe to the Rock that is higher than I 
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would 
fly: 

So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be ; 
Thou blest " Rock of Ages," I m hiding in Thee ! 

CHORUS : 

Hiding in Thee ! hiding in Thee ! 
Thou blest "Rock of Ages," I m hiding in Thee ! 

In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow s lone hour, 
In times when temptation casts o er me its 
power ; 

108 



RISE, MY SOUL 



In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea, 
Thou blest " Rock of Ages," I m hiding in Thee ! 

How oft in the conflict when pressed by the foe 
I have fled tomy Refuge and breathed out my woe ! 
How often, when trials like sea-billows roll, 
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou rock of my soul ! 

IF. 0. dishing. 

135 

KISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
i Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise, from transitory things, 
Towards heaven, thy native place. 

Sun and moon and stars decay, 
Time shall soon this earth remove ; 

Rise, my soul, and haste away, 
To seats prepared above. 

Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course; 
Fire ascending seeks the sun, 

Both speed them to their source. 

So a soul that s born of God, 
Pants to view His glorious face, 

Upward tends to His abode, 
To rest in His embrace. 

E. Seagmve. 

136 

"LEATHER, let Thy benediction, 
JL Gently falling as the dew, 
And Thine ever gracious presence, 

Bless us all our journey through. 
May we ever, 

Keep the work of life in view. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Few our years, we need the wisdom 
Which can only come from Thee ; 

In the morn of our existence 
Let us Thy salvation see. 

Meek in spirit, 
Then shall we Thy children be. 

When temptation shall assail us, 

When we falter by the way, 
Let Thine arm of strength defend us ; 

Father, hear us when we pray. 
Thou art mighty, 

Be Thou, then, our rock and stay. 

Praise and blessing, power and glory, 

Will we render, Lord, to Thee; 
For the news of Thy salvation 
Shall extend from sea to sea. 

All the nations 
Joyfully shall worship Thee. 

Mary Shelley. 



137 



SAVIOUR, like a Shepherd lead us, 
Much we need Thy tenderest care ; 
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, 
For our use Thy folds prepare. 

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are. 

We are Thine : do Thou befriend us, 
Be the Guardian of our way ; 

Keep Thy flock ; from sin defend us ; 
Seek us when we go astray. 

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
Hear, oh hear us, when we pray. 



STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS 



Thou hast promised to receive us, 
Poor and sinful though we be ; 

Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
Grace to cleanse and power to free. 

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
Let us early turn to Thee. 

Early let us seek Thy favour, 

Early let us do Thy will ; 
Blessed Lord and only Saviour, 

With Thy love our bosoms fill. 
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 

Thou hast loved us, love us still. 

D. A. Thrupp. 

138 

I BATHER, to Thee we look in all our sorrow, 
Thou art the fountain whence our healing 
flows ; 
Dark though the night, joy cometh with the 

morrow : 
Safely they rest who on Thy love repose. 

When fond hopes fail, and skies are dark before 

us, 

When the vain cares that vex our life in 
crease 
Comes with its calm the thought that Thou 

art o er us, 
And we grow quiet, folded in Thy peace. 

Naught shall affright us on Thy goodness leaning, 
Low in the heart faith singeth still her song : 

Chastened by pain we learn life s deepermeaning, 
And in our weakness Thou dost make us 
strong. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Patience, O heart ! though heavy be thy sor 
rows, 

Be not cast down, disquieted in vain ; 
Yet shalt thou praise Him when these darkened 

furrows, 

Where now He plougheth, wave with golden 
grain. 

F. L. Hosmer. 



139 



LORD, teach us how to pray aright, 
With rev rence and with fear ; 
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight, 
We may, we must draw near. 

We perish if we cease from prayer ; 

Oh grant us power to pray ! 
And when to meet Thee we prepare, 

Lord, meet us by the way. 

Give deep humility ; the sense 

Of godly sorrow give ; 
A strong desiring confidence, 

To hear Thy voice and live ; 

Faith in the only sacrifice 

That can for sin atone ; 
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, 

On Christ, on Christ alone ; 

Patience to watch, and wait and weep, 
Though mercy long decayed ; 

Courage, our fainting souls to keep, 
And trust Thee though Thou slay. 



THE RESTING HEART 



Give these ; and then Thy will be done : 
Thus strengthened with all might, 

We, by Thy Spirit and Thy Son, 
Shall pray, and pray aright. 

J. Montgomery. 

140 

MY heart is resting. O my God, 
I will give thanks and sing ; 
My heart is at the secret source 

Of every precious thing. 
Now the frail vessel Thou hast made 

No hand but Thine shall fill ; 
For the waters of the earth have failed, 
And I am thirsty still. 

I thirst for springs of heavenly life, 

And here all day they rise ; 
I seek the treasure of Thy love, 

And close at hand it lies ; 
And a new song is in my mouth, 

To long-loved music set- 
Glory to Thee for all the grace 

I have not tasted yet. 

Mine be the reverent, listening love 

That waits all day on Thee, 
With the service of a watchful heart, 

Which no one else can see 
The faith that in a hidden way 

No other eye may know. 
Finds all its daily work prepared, 

And loves to have it so. 

My heart is resting, O my God, 

My heart is in Thy care ; 
I hear the voice of joy and health 

Resounding everywhere. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



"Thou art my portion," saith my soul, 

Ten thousand voices say ; 
And the music of their glad amen 
Will never die away. 

Anna L. Waring. 

141 

PURER yet, and purer, 
I would be in mind, 
Dearer yet, and dearer, 

Every duty find ; 
Hoping still and trusting 

God without a fear, 
Patiently believing 
He will make all clear. 

Calmer yet, and calmer, 

In the hours of pain, 
Surer yet, and surer, 

Peace at last to gain ; 
Suffering still and doing, 

To His will resigned, 
And to God subduing 

Heart and will and mind. 

Higher yet, and higher, 

Out of clouds and night, 
Nearer yet, and nearer, 

Rising to the light : 
Light serene and holy, 

Where my soul may rest, 
Purified and lowly, 

Sanctified and blest. 

Swifter yet, and swifter, 

Ever onward run, 
Firmer yet and firmer, 

Step as I go on. 

114 



HE CARETH FOR YOU 



Oft these earnest longings 

Swell within my breast, 
Yet their inner meaning 

Ne er can be expressed. 

J. W. Von Goethe. 

142 

WHAT a Friend we have in Jesus, 
All pur sins and griefs to bear ! 
What a privilege to carry 

Everything to God in prayer ! 
Oh, what peace we often forfeit, 

Oh, what needless pain we bear- 
All because we do not carry 
Everything to God in prayer ! 

Have we trials and temptations ? 

Is there trouble anywhere ? 
We should never be discouraged ; 

Take it to the Lord in prayer ! 
Can we find a friend so faithful, 

Who will all our sorrows share ? 
Jesus knows our every weakness 

Take it to the Lord in prayer ! 

Are we weak and heavy-laden, 

Cumbered with a load of care? 
Precious Saviour, still pur refuge ! 

Take it to the Lord in prayer ! 
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee ? 

Take it to the Lord in prayer ! 
In His arms He ll take and shield Thee, 

Thou wilt find a solace there. 

J. Sd iden. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 

143 

DEAR Lord and Father of mankind, 
Forgive our feverish ways ; 
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind ; 
In purer lives Thy service find, 
In deeper reverence, praise. 

In simple trust like theirs who heard 

Beside the Syrian sea 
The gracious calling of the Lord, 
Let us, like them, without a word, 

Rise up and follow Thee. 

Drop Thy still dews of quietness, 

Till all our strivings cease ; 
Take from our souls the strain and stress, 
And let our ordered lives confess 

The beauty of Thy peace. 

Breathe through the pulses of desire 

Thy coolness and Thy balm ; 
Let sense be dumb, its heat expire ; 
Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire, 

Oh still small voice of calm. 

J. G. Whittier. 

144 

JESU, my Strength, my Hope, 
On Thee I cast my care ; 
AVith humble confidence look up, 
And know Thou nearest prayer. 

Give me on Thee to wait 
Till I can all things do ; 
On Thee, almighty to create, 
Almighty to renew. 



HOURLY HELP 



I want a sober mind, 
A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 
The baits of pleasing ill ; 

I want a godly fear, 
A quick discerning eye, 
That looks to Thee when sin is near. 
And sees the tempter fly ; 

A spirit e er prepared, 
And armed with jealous care, 
For ever standing on its guard, 
And watching unto prayer. 

I rest upon Thy word ; 
The promise is for me ; 
My succour and salvation, Lord, 
Shall surely come from Thee. 

C. Wesley. 

145 

OHELP us, Lord ; each hour of need 
Thy heavenly succour give ; 
Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 
Each hour on earth we live. 

O help us when our spirits bleed 

With contrite anguish sore ; 
And when our hearts are cold and dead, 

O help us, Lord, the more. 

O help us through the prayer of faith 

More firmly to believe ; 
For still the more the servant hath 

The more shall he receive. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



O help us, Jesu, from on high, 
We know no help but Thee ; 

help us so to live and die 
As Thine in heaven to be. 

H. H. Milman. 

146 

JESUS, I have promised 
To serve Thee to the end : 
Be Thou for ever near me, 
My Master and my Friend; 

1 shall not fear the battle 
If Thou art by my side, 

Nor wander from the pathway 
If Thou wilt be my Guide. 

let me feel Thee near me: 
The world is ever near : 

1 see the sights that dazzle, 
The tempting sounds I hear ; 

My foes are ever near me, 

Around me and within ; 
But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer, 

And shield my soul from sin. 

O Jesus, Thou hast promised 

To all who follow Thee, 
That where Thou art in glory 

There shall Thy servant be ; 
And, Jesus, I have promised 

To serve Thee to the end : 
O give me grace to follow, 

My Master and rny Friend. 

O let me see Thy footmarks, 
And in them plant mine own ; 

My hope to follow duly 
Is in Thy strength alone ; 



SHOWERS OF BLESSING 



O guide me, call me, draw me, 

Uphold me to the end ; 
And then in heav ii receive me, 

My Saviour and my Friend. 

J. E. Bode. 

147 

LORD, I hear of showers of blessing, 
Thou art scattering full and free 
Showers the thirsty land refreshing, 

Let some droppings fall 011 me Even me ! 

Pass me not, O gracious Father ! 

Sinful though my heart may be : 
Thou might st leave me ; but the rather 

Let Thy mercy fall on me Even me ! 

Pass me not, O tender Saviour ! 

Let me love and cling to Thee ; 
I am longing for Thy favour ; 

Whilst Thou rt calling, oh, call me Even me ! 

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit ! 

Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
Witnesser of Jesus merit, 

Speak the word of power to me Even me ! 

Love of God, so pure and changeless ; 

Blood of Christ, so rich and free ; 
Grace of God, so strong and boundless ; 

Magnify them all in me Even me ! 

Pass me not ! Thy lost one bringing, 

Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee ; 
While the streams of life are springing, 

Blessing others, oh, bless me Even me ! 

Mrs. Codner. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 

148 

/COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
\J And ways into His hands, 
To His sure truth and tender care 
Who earth and heaven commands. 

Who points the clouds their course, 

Whom winds and seas obey, 
He shall direct thy wandering feet, 

He shall prepare thy way. 

Thou on the Lord rely, 

So safe shalt thou go on ; 
Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, 

So shall thy work be done. 

Give to the winds thy fears; 

Hope, and be undismayed ; 
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, 

God shall lift up thy head. 

Through waves and clouds and storms, 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou His time, so shall this night 

Soon end in joyous day. 

Still heavy is thy heart ? 

Still sink thy spirits down 1 
Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 

And every care be gone. 

Far, far above thy thought, 

His counsel shall appear ; 
When fully He the work hath wrought 

That caused thy needless fear. 



QUIETNESS AND CONFIDENCE 



Thou seest our weakness, Lord ; 

Our hearts are known to Thee : 
O lift Thou up the sinking hand, 

Confirm the feeble knee. 

Let us, in life, in death, 

Thy steadfast truth declare, 
And publish with our latest breath 

Thy love and guardian care. 

Paul Gerhardt, tr. J. Wesley. 

149 

FATHER, whatever of earthly bliss 
Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at Thy throne of grace 
Let this petition rise. 

Give me a calm and thankful heart, 

From every murmur free, 
The blessings of Thy grace impart, 

And let me live to Thee. 

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine 

My life and death attend ; 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 

And crown my journey s end. 

Anne Steele. 

150 

OT on this day, O God, alone 

Would we Thy presence seek : 
But fain its hallowing power would own 
Through all the coming week. 

If calm and bright its moments prove, 

Untouched by pain or woe, 
May they reflect a thankful love 

To Thee from whom they flow. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Or should they bring us griefs severe, 

Still may we lean on Thee, 
And though our eyes let fall the tear, 

At peace our spirits be. 

In every scene, or dark, or bright, 

Thy favour may we seek ; 
And oh, do Thou direct us right 

Through all the coming week. 

IT. Gaskell. 

151 

8 STRENGTH and stay upholding all creation, 
Who ever dost Thyself unmoved abide, 
b day by day the light in due gradation 
From hour to hour thro all its changes guide, 

Grant to life s day a calm unclouded ending, 
An eye untouch d by shadows of decay, 

The brightness of a holy death-bed blending 
With dawning glories of the eternal day. 

Hear us, O Father, gracious and forgiving, 
Through Jesus Christ, Thy co-eternal Word, 

Who, with the Holy Ghost, by all things living 
Now and to endless ages art adored. 

Latin, tr. J. Ellerton. 

152 



rPHOU hidden Love of God, whose height, 
JL Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows; 
I see from far Thy beauteous light, 

Inly I sigh for Thy repose : 
My heart is pained, nor can it be 
At rest, till it finds rest in Thee. 



REST IN GOD 



Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought 
^ My mind to seek her peace in Thee ; 
Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not, 

No peace my wandering soul shall see ; 
Oh, when shall all my wanderings end, 
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend? 

Is there a thing beneath the sun 

That strives with Thee my heart to share ? 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The Lord of every motion there ; 
Then shall my heart from earth be free 
When it hath found repose in Thee ! 

Oh, hide this self from me, that I 
No more, but Christ in me, may live ; 

My vile affections crucify, 

Nor let one darling lust survive ! 

In all things nothing may I see, 

Nothing desire, or seek but Thee ! 

Each moment draw from earth away 
^ My heart, that lowly waits Thy call ; 
Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 

"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" 
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, 
To taste Thy love, be all my choice. Amen. 

G. Tersteegen, tr. J. Wesley. 

153 

WHEN in the hour of utmost need 
We know not where to look for aid ; 
When days and nights of anxious thought 
Nor help nor counsel yet have brought : 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Then this our comfort is alone, 
That we may meet before Thy throne, 
And cry, O faithful God, to Thee, 
For rescue from our misery; 

To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, 
Repenting sore, with bitter sighs, 
And seek Thy pardon for our sin, 
And respite from our griefs within. 

For Thou hast promised graciously 
To hear all those who cry to Thee 
Through Him, whose name alone is great, 
Our Saviour and our Advocate. 

O hide not from our sins Thy face, 
Absolve us through Thy boundless grace, 
Be with us in our anguish still, 
Free us at last from every ill : 

That so with all our hearts we may 
To Thee our glad thanksgiving pay, 
And walk obedient to Thy word, 
And now and ever praise the Lord. 

Paid fiber, tr. C. Wiiikuwth. 

154 

TESUS, still lead on, 

fj Till our rest be won ; 
And, although the way be cheerless, 
We will follow, calm and fearless ; 

Guide us by Thy hand 

To our Fatherland. 



THE HEAVENLY FATHERLAND 



If the way be drear, 

If the foe be near ; 
Let not faithless fears o ertake us, 
Let not love and hope forsake us ; 

For through many a foe, 

To our home we go. 

When we seek relief 

From a long-felt grief; 
When, oppressed by new temptations, 
Lord, increase and perfect patience ; 

Show us that bright shore 

Where we weep no more. 

When with shame and sin 

We are tossed within, 
May we hear thy voice from Eden, 
"Come to me, O heavy laden; 

I will give you rest 

On My Father s breast." 

When sweet earth and skies 

Fade before our eyes : 
When through death we look to heaven, 
And our sins are all forgiven, 

From Thy bright abode 

Call us home to God. 

Jesus, still lead on, 
Till our rest be won ; 
Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us, 
Till we safely stand 
In our Fatherland. 

N. L. Zinzendorf, 
tr. Jane Borthuuck. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 

155 

OLORD, how happy should we be 
If we could cast our care on Thee, 
If we from self could rest ; 
And feel at heart that One above, 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 
Is working for the best. 

How far from this our daily life, 
How oft disturbed by anxious strife, 

By sudden wild alarms ; 
Oh, could we but relinquish all 
Our earthly props, and simply fall 

On Thy almighty arms ! 

Could we but kneel, and cast our load, 
E en while we pray, upon our God, 

Then rise with lightened cheer ; 
Sure that the Father, who is nigh 
To still the famished raven s cry, 

Will hear in that we fear. 

We cannot trust Him as we should, 
So chafes weak nature s restless mood 

To cast its peace away ; 
But birds and flowerets round us preach, 
All, all the present evil teach 

Sufficient for the day. 

Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
Such lessons learn from birds and flowers ; 

Make them from self to cease ; 
Leave all things to a Father s will, 
And taste, before Him lying still, 

E en in affliction, peace. 

J. Anstice. 



PERFECT LOVE 

156 

PERFECT Love, all human thought tran 
scending, 

Lowly we kneel in prayer before Thy throne, 
That theirs may be the love that knows no 

ending, 
Whom Thou for evermore dost join in one. 

O perfect Life, be Thou their full assurance 
Of tender charity and steadfast faith, 

Of patient hope, and quiet, brave endurance, 
With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor 
death. 

Grant them the joy which brightens earthly 

sorrow, 
Grant them the peace which calms all earthly 

strife, 

And to life s day the glorious unknown morrow 
That dawns upon eternal love and life. 

Dorothy Blom field. 

157 

rPHE Lord be with us as we bend 
JL His blessing to receive ; 
His gift of peace upon us send, 
Before His courts we leave. 

The Lord be with us as we walk 

Along our homeward road ; 
In silent thought, or. friendly talk, 

Our hearts be still with God. 

The Lord be with us till the night 

Enfold our day of rest; 
Be He of every heart the Light, 

Of every home the Guest. 

J. Ellerton. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 

158 



to whom the sick and dying 
Ever came, nor came in vain, 
Still with healing word replying 
To the wearied cry of pain, 
Hear us, Jesu, as we meet 
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 

Still the weary, sick, and dying 
Need a brother s, sister s care, 
On Thy higher help relying 
May we now their burden share, 
Bringing all our offerings meet, 
Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 

May each child of Thine be willing, 

Willing both in hand and heart, 
All the law of love fulfilling, 
Ever comfort to impart ; 

Ever bringing offerings meet, 
Suppliant to Thy mercy-seat. 

So may sickness, sin, and sadness 

To Thy healing virtue yield, 
Till the sick and sad, in gladness, 
Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed, 
One in Thee together meet, 
Pardon d at Thy mercy-seat. 

G. Thring. 



159 



OGOD, unseen, but ever near, 
Our blessed rest art Thou ; 
And we, in love that hath no fear, 
Take refuge with Thee now. 



CALMNESS 



All soiled with dust our pilgrim feet 

And weary with the way, 
We seek Thy shelter from the heat 

And burden of life s day. 

Oh, welcome in the wilderness 

The shadow of Thy love ; 
The stream that springs our thirst to bless, 

The manna from above. 

Awhile beside the fount we stay 

And eat this bread of Thine, 
Then go rejoicing on our way, 

Renewed with strength divine. 

S. Longfellow. 
160 

i BATHER, in Thy mysterious presence kneel 
ing, 
Fain would our souls feel all Thy kindling 

love ; 

For we are weak, and need some deep revealing 
Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from 
above. 

Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt 
and sorrow, 

And Thou hast made each step an onward one ; 
And we will ever trust each unknown morrow, 

Thou Avilt sustain us till its work is done. 

In the heart s depths a peace serene and holy 
Abides ; and when pain seems to have its will, 

Or we despair, oh may that peace rise slowly, 
Stronger than agony, and we be still ! 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Now, Father, now, in Thy dear presence kneel 
ing, 

Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love : 
Now make us strong, we need Thy deep reveal 
ing 

Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from 
above. 

S. Johnson. 

161 

JESUS, where er Thy people meet, 
1 1 There they behold Thy mercy-seat : 
Where er they seek Thee Thou art found, 
And every place is hallowed ground. 

For Thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind; 
Such ever bring Thee where they come, 
And going, take Thee to their home. 

Here may we prove the power of prayer 
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care ; 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 
And bring all heaven before our eyes. 

Lord, we are few, but Thou art near, 
Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; 
O rend the heavens, come quickly down, 
And make a thousand hearts Thine own ! 

W. Cowper. 

162 

I AM Thine, O Lord ; I have heard Thy voice, 
And it told Thy love to me; 
But I long to rise in the arms of faith, 
And be closer drawn to Thee. 



ETERNAL REST 



Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, 
To the cross where Thou hast died : 

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed 

Lord, 
To Thy precious, bleeding side. 

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord, 

By the power of grace divine ; 
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, 

And my will be lost in Thine. 

Oh, the pure delight of a single hour 

That before Thy throne I spend, 
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God, 
I commune as friend with friend. 

There are depths of love that I cannot know 

Till I cross the narrow sea ; 
There are heights of joy that T may not reach 

Till I rest in peace with Thee. 

F. J. Crosby. 

163 

TTTHEN the toil of day is done, 
VV When the race of life is run, 
Father, grant thy wearied one 
Rest for evermore ! 

When the strife of sin is stilled, 
When the foe within is killed, 
Be Thy gracious word fulfilled 
Peace for evermore ! 

When the darkness melts away 
At the breaking of Thy day, 
Bid us hail the cheering ray, 
Light for evermore ! 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



When the heart, by sorrow tried, 
Feels at length its throbs subside, 
Grant us, where all tears are dried, 
Joy for evermore ! 

When for vanished days we yearn, 
Days that never can return, 
Teach us in Thy love to learn 
Love for evermore ! 

When the breath of life is flown, 
When the grave must claim its own, 
Lord of life, be ours Thy crown 
Life for evermore ! 

J. Ellerton. 

164 

TTXHEARD the dews around me fall, 
U And heavenly influence shed ; 
And silent on this earthly ball, 
Celestial footsteps tread. 

Night moves in silence round the pole, 

The stars sing on unheard, 
Their music pierces to the soul, 

Yet borrows not a word. 

Noiseless the morning flings its gold, 
And still the evening s place ; 

And silently the earth is rolled 
Amidst the vast of space. 

In quietude Thy Spirit grows 

In man, from hour to hour ; 
In calm eternal, onward flows 

Thy all-redeeming power. 



HEARING HOME 



Lord, grant my soul to hear at length 

Thy deep and silent voice ; 
To work in stillness, wait in strength, 

With calmness to rejoice. 

S. A. Brooke (Ver. 1 Anon.}. 

165 

8 LOVE that casts out fear, 
O Love that casts out sin, 
:ry no more without, 
But come and dwell within. 

True sunlight of the soul, 

Surround me as I go ; 
So shall my way be safe, 

My feet no straying know. 

Great Love of God, come in, 
Well-spring of heavenly peace ; 

Thou Living Water, come, 
Spring up, and never cease. 

H. Bonar. 

166 

ONE sweetly solemn thought 
Comes to me o er and o er, 
I am nearer my home to-day 
Than I ever have been before ; 



Nearer my Father s house, 
Where the many mansions be ; 

Nearer the great white throne, 
Nearer the crystal sea: 

Nearer the bound of life 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
Nearer leaving the cross, 

Nearer gaining the crown. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



But lying darkly between, 

Winding down through the night, 

Is the silent unknown stream 
That leads at last to the light. 

Oh, if my mortal feet 

Have almost gained the brink ! 
If it be I am nearer home, 

Even to-day than I think. 

Father, perfect my trust ; 

Let my spirit feel in death 
That her feet are firmly set 

On the rock of a living faith ! 

Phwbe Gary. 

167 

AT first, I prayed for Light: 
J\_ Could I but see the way, 
How gladly, swiftly would I walk 
To everlasting day ! 



And next I prayed for Strength : 
That I might tread the road 
With firm, unfaltering feet, and win 
The heaven s serene abode. 

And then I asked for Faith ; 
Could I but trust my God, 
I d live enfolded in His peace, 
Though foes were all abroad. 

But now I pray for Love : 
Deep love to God and man ; 
A living love that will not fail, 
However dark His plan. 



THE HEAVENLY GUEST 



And Light and Strength and Faith 
Are opening everywhere ! 
God only waited for me till 
I prayed the larger prayer. 

Ednak D. Cheney. 

168 

rpHY home is with the humble, Lord ! 
JL The simplest are the best : 
Thy lodging is in childlike hearts ; 
Thou makest there Thy rest. 

Dear Comforter ! Eternal Love ! 

If Thou wilt stay with me, 
( )f lowly thoughts, and simple ways 

I ll build a house for Thee. 

Who made this beating heart of mine, 
But Thou, my heavenly guest ; 

Let no one have it, then, but Thee, 
And let it be Thy rest. 

F. W. Faber. 

169 

I LOOK to Thee in every need 
And never look in vain ; 
I feel Thy strong and tender love, 

And all is well again. 
The thought of Thee is mightier far 
Than sin and pain and sorrow are. 

Discouraged in the work of life, 

Disheartened by its load. 
Shamed by its failures or its fears, 

I sink beside the road ; 
But let me only think of Thee, 
And then new heart springs up in me. 

135 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Thy calmness bends serene above, 

My restlessness to still ; 
Around me flows Thy quickening life 

To nerve my faltering will ; 
Thy presence fills my solitude ; 
Thy providence turns all to good. 

Embosomed deep in Thy dear love, 

Held in Thy law I stand ; 
Thy hand in all things I behold, 

And all things in Thy hand ; 
Thou leadest me by unsought ways, 
And turn st my mourning into praise. 

S. Longfellow. 



170 



MY faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
Saviour Divine : 
Now hear me while I pray : 
Take all my guilt away ; 
O let me from this day 
Be wholly Thine. 

May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As Thou hast died for me, 
O may my love to Thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 

While life s dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 
Be Thou my Guide ; 



NEARER TO THEE 



Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow s tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 
From Thee aside. 

When ends life s transient dream, 
When death s cold, sullen stream 

Shall o er me roll, 
Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh bear me safe above, 

A ransomed soul. 

E. Palmer. 

171 

~\f BARER, my God, to Thee ! 
i> Nearer to Thee ! 

E en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee ! 

Nearer to Thee ! 

Though, like the wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 

Darkness comes over me, 

My rest a stone ; 

Yet in my dreams I d be 

Nearer, my God, to Thee ! 

Nearer to Thee ! 

There let my way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 

All that Thou sendest me 

In mercy given ; 

Angels to beckon me 

Nearer, my God, to Thee ! 

Nearer to Thee ! 

F3 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Then, with my waking thoughts 
Bright with Thy praise, 

Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I ll raise; 

So by my woes to be 

Nearer, my God, to Thee ! 
Nearer to Thee ! 

Sarah Adams. 

172 

A QUIET heart, submissive, meek, 
Father, do Thou bestow, 
Which more than granted will not seek 
To have, or give, or know. 

Each little hill then holds its gift 

Forth to my joying eyes; 
Each mighty mountain will uplift 

My spirit to the skies. 

Lo ! every lily s shining cup, 

The hum of hidden bee, 
The odours floating mingled up, 

With insect revelry, 

All hues, all harmonies divine, 

The holy earth about, 
Their souls will send forth into mine 

My soul to widen out. 

And thus the great earth I shall hold 

A perfect gift of Thine ; 
Richer by these, a thousand-fold, 

Than if broad lands were mine. 

G. MacDonald. 



ANOINT OUR EYES 



173 

UNTO Thy temple, Lord, we come 
With thankful hearts to worship Thee : 
And pray that this may be our home 
Until we touch eternity : 

The common home of rich and poor, 
Of bond and free, and great, and small, 

Large as Thy love for evermore, 
And warm and bright and good to all. 

And dwell Thou with us in this place, 
O Saviour Christ, to guide and bless ! 

Here make the well-springs of Thy grace 
Like fountains in the wilderness. 

May Thy whole truth be spoken here ; 

Thy Gospel light for ever shine ; 
Thy perfect love cast out all fear, 

And human life become divine. 

R. Collyer (altered). 

174 

WE pray no more, made lowly wise, 
For miracle and sign : 
Anoint our eyes to see within 
The common the divine. 

u Lo, here! lo, there!" no more we cry, 

Dividing with our call 
The mantle of Thy presence, Lord, 

That seamless covers all. 

We turn from seeking Thee afar 

And in unwonted ways, 
To build from out our daily lives 

The temples of Thy praise. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



And if Thy casual comings, Lord, 

To hearts of old were dear, 
What joy shall dwell within the faith 

That feels Thee ever near ! 

And nobler yet shall duty grow, 

And more shall worship be, 
When Thou art found in all our life, 

And all our life in Thee. 

F. L. Hosnier. 

175 

BREATHE on me. Breath of God, 
Fill me with life anew, 
That I may love what Thou dost love, 
And do what Thou wouldst do. 

Breathe 011 me, Breath of God, 
Until my heart is pure, 
Until with Thee I will one will, 
To do and to endure. 

Breathe on me, Breath of God, 
Till I am wholly Thine, 
Until this earthly part of me 
Glows with Thy fire Divine. 

Breathe on me, Breath of God ; 
So shall I never die, 
But live with Thee the perfect life 
Of Thine eternity. 

E. Hatch. 

176 

rpHY way, not mine, O Lord, 
_L However dark it be ; 
Lead me by Thine own hand. 
Choose out the path for me. 



CHOOSE THOU FOR ME 



Smooth let it be or rough, 

It will be still the best ; 
Winding or straight, it leads 

Right onward to Thy rest. 

I dare not choose my lot ; 

I would not if I might ; 
Choose Thou for me, my God, 

So shall I walk aright. 

The kingdom that I seek 

Is Thine ; so let the way 
That leads to it be Thine, 

Else I must surely stray. 

Choose Thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health ; 
Choose Thou my cares for me, 

My poverty or wealth. 

Xot mine, not mine the choice 

In things or great or small ; 
Be Thou my guide, my strength, 

My wisdom, and my all. 

H. Bonar. 



177 



OLOVE that wilt not let me go, 
I rest my weary soul in Thee ; 
I give Thee back the life I owe, 
That in Thine ocean depths its flow 
May richer, fuller be. 

O Light that followest all my way, 

I yield my flickering torch to Thee ; 
My heart restores its borrowed ray, 
That in Thy sunshine s blaze its day 
May brighter, fairer be. 



i, 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Joy that seekest me through pain, 
I cannot close my heart to Thee ; 

1 trace the rainbow through the rain, 
And feel the promise is not vain 

That morn shall tearless be. 

Cross that liftest up my head, 

I dare not ask to fly from Thee : 

1 lay in dust life s glory dead, 

And from the ground there blossoms red 
Life that shall endless be. 

G. Matheson. 

178 

JESU, meek and gentle, 

Son of God most High, 
Htying, loving Saviour, 
Hear Thy children s cry. 

Pardon our offences, 
Loose our captive chains, 

Break down every idol 
Which our soul detains. 

Give us holy freedom, 
Fill our hearts with love, 

Draw us, Holy Jesus, 
To the realms above. 

Lead us on our journey, 

Be Thyself the Way 
Through terrestrial darkness 

To celestial day. 

Jesu, meek and gentle, 

Son of God most High, 
Pitying, loving Saviour, 

Hear Thy children s cry. 

G. P. Prynne. 



LIGHT ON THE PATH 

179 

rilHE golden gates are lifted up, 
JL The doors are opened wide ; 
The King of glory is gone in 
Unto his Father s side. 

Thou art gone up before us, Lord, 

To make for us a place, 
That we may be where now Thou art, 

And see Thee face to face. 

And ever on our earthly path 

A gleam of glory lies; 
A light still breaks behind the cloud 

That veils Thee from our eyes. 

Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds, 
Let Thy dear grace be given, 

That, while we wander yet below, 
Our treasure be in heaven. 

That, where Thou art at God s right hand, 

Our hope, our love may be : 
Dwell in us now, that we may dwell 

For evermore in Thee. 

Mrs. Alexander 

180 

WHAT is this that stirs within, 
Loving goodness, hating sin, 
Always craving to be blest, 
Finding here below no rest? 

What is it ? and whither ? whence ? 
This unsleeping, secret sense, 
Longing for its rest and food 
In some hidden, untried good ? 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Tis the soul, mysterious name : 
Him it seeks from whom it came ; 
It would, mighty God, like Thee, 
Holy, holy, holy be. 

Onward, upward to Thy throne, 
O Thou Infinite, Unknown! 
Still it presseth, till it see 
Thee in all, and all in Thee. 

W. H. Furness. 

181 

OUR Father, hear our longing prayer, 
And help this prayer to flow, 
That humble thoughts, which are Thy care, 
May live in us and grow. 

For lowly hearts shall understand 

The peace, the calm delight 
Of dwelling in Thy heavenly land, 

A pleasure in Thy sight. 

Give us humility, that so 

Thy reign may come within, 
And when Thy children homeward go, 

We too may enter in. 

Hear us, our Saviour ! ours Thou art, 

Though we are not like Thee : 
Give us Thy spirit in a heart 

Large, lowly, trusting, free. 

G. MacDonald. 

182 

EAR Shepherd of Thy people, hear ! 

Thy presence now display ! 
As Thou hast given a place for prayer, 
So give us hearts to pray ; 



D 



"PEACE, IT IS I 



Show us some token of Thy love, 

Our fainting hope to raise; 
And pour Thy blessings from above, 

That we may render praise. 

Within these walls let holy peace, 

And love, and concord dwell ; 
Here give the troubled conscience ease, 

The wounded spirit heal. 

The feeling heart, the melting eye, 

The humbled mind bestow ; 
And shine upon us from on high, 

To make our graces grow. 

J. Newton. 



183 



FIERCE was the wild billow, 
Dark was the night ; 
Oars laboured heavily; 

Foam glimmered white ; 
Trembled the mariners ; 

Peril was high ; 
Then said the God of God, 
"Peace! it is I." 

Ridge of the mountain wave, 

Lower thy crest ; 
Wail of the tempest wind, 

Be thou at rest. 
Sorrow can never be, 

Darkness must fly, 
When saith the Light of Light, 

Peace ! it is I." 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Jesus, Deliverer, 

Come Thou to me ; 
Soothe Thou my voyaging 

Over life s sea ; 
Thou, when the storm of death 

Roars sweeping by, 
Whisper, O Truth of Truth, 

"Peace ! it is I." 

Tr. J. M. Neale. 

184 

HAPPY the home when God is there, 
And love fills every breast ; 
Where one their wish, and one their prayer, 
And one their heavenly rest. 

Happy the home where Jesus name 

Is sweet to every ear ; 
Where children early lisp His fame, 

And parents hold Him dear. 

Happy the home where prayer is heard, 

And praise is wont to rise ; 
Where parents love the sacred word, 

And live but for the skies. 

Lord ! let us in our home agree, 

This blessed peace to gain ; 
Unite our hearts in love to Thee, 

And love to all will reign. 

H. Ware. 



185 



STILL with Thee, O my God, 
I would desire to be ; 
By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
I would be still with Thee. 



THE DIVINE TEACHER 



With Thee, amid the crowd 

That throngs the busy mart, 
To hear Thy voice, mid clamour loud, 

Speak softly to my heart. 

With Thee, when day is done, 
And evening calms the mind ; 

The setting as the rising sun 
With Thee my heart would find. 

With Thee, when darkness brings 

The signal of repose ; 
Calm in the shadow of Thy wings 

Mine eyelids I would close. 

With Thee, in Thee, by faith 

Abiding would I be ; 
By day, by night, in life, in death, 
I would be still with Thee. 

J. D. Burns. 
186 

"IVfONE teacheth. Lord, like Thee, 
JA None can such truth impart, 
Such treasures from Thy word unfold, 
Nor so impress the heart. 

How blest Thy servants were, 
When, with them on their way, 
Thou didst commune, and sweetly chase 
Their sorrows all away. 

So now to us draw near, 
And speak to every heart ; 
Our light in darkness, joy in grief, 
And "All in All," Thou art. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Open to us Thy word, 
Thy precious thoughts reveal, 
Thy purposes and ways explain, 
And teach us all Thy will. 

So shall our doubt and fear, 
And care and grief subside, 
And each enraptured heart exclaim, 
Lord, with us abide ! 

Anon. 

187 

WE bless Thee for Thy peace, O God, 
Deep as the unfathomed sea, 
Which falls like sunshine on the road 
Of those who trust in Thee. 

We ask not, Father, for repose 
Which comes from outward rest, 

If we may have through all life s woes 
Thy peace within our breast ; 

That peace which suffers and is strong, 

Trusts where it cannot see, 
Deems not the trial-way too long, 

But leaves the end with Thee ; 

That peace which flows serene and deep, 

A river in the soul, 
Whose banks a living verdure keep, 

God s sunshine o er the whole. 

O Father, give our hearts this peace, 

Whate er may outward be, 
Till all life s discipline shall cease, 

And we go home to Thee. 

Anon. 

143 



THE OPEN EYE 

188 

f^\ RE AT God, and wilt Thou condescend 
\JT To be my Father and my Friend? 
I a poor child, and Thou so high, 
The Lord of earth and air and sky ! 

Art Thou my Father? canst Thou bear 
To hear my poor imperfect prayer? 
Or wilt Thou listen to the praise 
That such a little one can raise ? 

Art Thou my Father? let me be 
A meek, obedient child to Thee ; 
And try, in word and deed and thought, 
To serve and please Thee as I ought. 

Art Thou my Father? I ll depend 
Upon the care of such a Friend, 
And only wish to do and be 
Whatever seemeth good to Thee. 

Art thou my Father? then at last, 
When all my days on earth are past, 
Send down and take me in Thy love 
To be Thy better child above. 

Mrs. A. Gilbert. 



189 

OPEN thine eyes, my soul, and see, 
Once more the light returns to thee 
Look round about, and choose the way 
Thou mean st to travel o er to-day. 

J49 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 



Think on the dangers them may st meet, 
And always watch thy sliding feet : 
Think where thou once hast fall ii before, 
And mark the place, and fall no more. 

Think on the helps thy God bestows, 
And cast to steer thy life by these : 
Think on the sweets thy soul did feel 
When thou didst well, and do so still. 

O my dear Lord, guide Thou my course, 
And draw me on with Thy sweet force ; 
Still make me walk, still make me tend, 
By Thee my way, to Thee my end. 

J. Austin. 

190 

8PIR1T of Faith ! be Thou my guide ! 
O clasp my hand in Thine, 
And never let me quit Thy side ; 
Thy comforts are divine. 

Pride scorns Thee for Thy lowly mien ; 

But who like Thee can rise, 
Above this toilsome sordid scene, 

Beyond the holy skies? 

Meek is Thine eye, and soft Thy voice, 

But wondrous is Thy might, 
To make the wretched soul rejoice, 

To give the simple light. 

And still to all who seek Thy way 

This mystic power is given, 
E en while their footsteps press the clay 

Their souls ascend to heaven. 



WATCH AND PRAY 



Spirit of Faith ! I ll go with Thee, 

Thou, if I hold Thee fast, 
Wilt guide, defend, and strengthen me, 

And bear me home at last. 

Anne Bronte. 



191 



CHRISTIAN, seek not yet repose, 
\J Cast thy dreams of ease away ; 
Thou art in the midst of foes ; 
"Watch and pray." 

Gird thy heavenly armour on, 

Wear it ever, night and day ; 
Near thee lurks the evil one ; 

"Watch and pray." 

Listen to thy sorrowing Lord, 

Him thou lovest to obey : 
It is He who speaks the word ; 
"Watch and pray." 

Twas by watching and by prayer 

Holy men of olden day 
Won the palms and crowns they wear ; 
Watch and pray. " 

Watch, for thou thy guard must keep ; 

Pray, for God must speed thy way ; 
Narrow is the road, and steep ; 
"Watch and pray." 

Charlotte Elliott. 



PRAYER AND ASPIRATION 

192 

BY Thine inward consecration 
Make our hearts Thy temple true ; 
Let Thy bright illumination 

Search our spirit through and through ; 
So shall we, Thy new creation, 
Strive to pay Thee worship due. 

With Thy eye of love behold us ; 

Our affections heavenward raise ; 
Into Thine own likeness mould us 

On Thy glory while we gaze. 
Let Thine altar-fire enfold us 

Purifying prayer and praise. 

Keep Thy lamp within us burning, 
With undimmed and steady ray ; 

That indwelling light discerning, 
May we ever near Thee stay ; 

Often to that shrine returning 
Through the toilsome working-day. 

Dr. Bourne. 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



193 

IDG not ask, O Lord, that life may be 
A pleasant road ; 

I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me 
Aught of its load. 

I do not ask that flowers should always spring- 
Beneath my feet ; 

I know too well the poison and the sting 
Of things too sweet. 

For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead : 

Lead me aright, 

Though strength should falter and though heart 
should bleed, 

Through peace to light. 

I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed 

Full radiance here ; 
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread 

Without a fear. 

I do not ask my cross to understand, 

My way to see ; 
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand, 

And follow Thee. 

Joy is like restless day ; but peace divine 

Like quiet night. 
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine, 

Through Peace to Light. 

Adelaide A. Proctor. 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 

194 

OLET him whose sorrow 
No relief can find 
Trust in God, and borrow 
Ease for heart and mind. 

Where the mourner weeping 

Sheds the secret tear, 
God His watch is keeping, 

Though none else be near. 

God will never leave thee, 
All thy wants He knows, 

Feels the pains that grieve thee, 
Sees thy cares and woes. 

Raise thine eyes to heaven 

When thy spirits quail. 
When, by tempests driven, 

Heart and courage fail. 

When in grief we languish, 

He will dry the tear, 
Who His children s anguish 

Soothes with succour near. 

All our woe and sadness, 

In this world below, 
Balance not the gladness 

We in heaven shall know. 

Jesu, Holy Saviour, 

In the realms above, 
Crown us with Thy favour, 

Fill us with Thy love. 

F. E. Cox. 



THE BETTER PART 

195 

OLOVE Divine, how sweet Thou art ! 
When shall I find my willing heart 
All taken up by Thee? 
My thirsty spirit faints to prove 
The greatness of redeeming love, 
The love of Christ to me. 

Stronger His love than death and hell ; 
Its riches are unsearchable ; 

The first-born sons of light 
Desire in vain its depths to see ; 
They cannot reach the mystery, 

The length, and breadth, and height. 

God only knows the love of God ; 
Oh that it now were shed abroad 

In this poor stony heart ! 
For love I sigh, for love I pine : 
This only portion, Lord, be mine, 

Be mine this better part. 

Oh that I could for ever sit, 
Like Mary, at the Master s feet ! 

Be this my happy choice : 
My only care, delight, and bliss, 
My joy, my heaven on earth be this, 

To hear the Bridegroom s voice ! 

C. Wesley. 

196 

LORD, when we bend before Thy throne, 
And our confessions pour, 
Teach us to feel the sins we own, 
And hate what we deplore. 

155 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



Our broken spirits pitying see ; 

True penitence impart ; 
Then let a kindling glance from Thee 

Beam hope upon the heart. 

When we disclose our wants in prayer, 

May we our wills resign ; 
And not a thought our bosoms share 

Which is not wholly Thine. 

May faith each weak petition fill, 

And waft it to the skies ; 
And teach our hearts tis goodness still 

That grants it or denies. 

J. D. Carlyle. 

197 

OUR times are in Thy hand ; 
O God, we wish them there ; 
Our life, our friends, our souls we leave 
Entirely to Thy care. 

Our times are in Thy hand ; 

Whatever they may be, 
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 

As best may seem to Thee. 

Our times are in Thy hand ; 

Why should we doubt or fear 1 
A Father s hand will never cause 

His child a needless tear. 

Our times are in Thy hand ; 

We ll always trust in Thee, 
Till Ave have left this weary land, 

And all Thy glory see. 

W. F. Lloyd 



NONE OF SELF 



198 



fTlHERE is no sorrow, Lord, too slight 
.L To bring in prayer to Thee ; 
There is no burdening care too light 
To wake Thy sympathy. 

Thou who hast trod the thorny road 
Wilt share each small distress ; 

The love which bore the greater load 
Will not refuse the less. 

There is no secret sigh we breathe 

But meets Thine ear divine ; 
And every cross grows light beneath 

The shadow, Lord, of Thine. 

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. 

J. Crewdson. 

199 

OH the bitter shame and sorrow, 
That a time could ever be, 
When I let the Saviour s pity 
Plead in vain ; and proudly answered, 
" All of self, and none of Thee ! " 
"All of self, and none of Thee !" 

Yet He found me ; I beheld Him 

Bleeding on th accursed tree ; 

Heard Him pray, "Forgive them, Father!" 

And my wistful heart said faintly, 
"Some of self, and some of Thee!" 
" Some of self, and some of Thee ! " 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



Day by day His tender mercy, 
Healing, helping, full, and free, 
Sweet and strong, and, ah ! so patient, 
Brought me lower, while I whispered, 
"Less of self, and more of Thee !" 
"Less of self, and more of Thee !" 

Higher than the highest heavens, 
Deeper than the deepest sea, 
Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered : 
Grant me now my soul s desire, 
"None of self, and all of Thee!" 
"None of self, and all of Thee!" 

T. J/o nod 



200 

T/ IELD not to temptation, for yielding is sin, 
JL Each victory will help you some other to 

win ; 

Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue, 
Look ever to Jesus, He ll carry you through. 

Ask the Saviour to help you, comfort, 

strengthen, and keep you ; 
He is willing to aid you, He ll carry you 

through. 

Shun evil companions, bad language disdain, 
God s name hold in rev rence, nor take it in vain ; 
Be thoughtful and earnest, kind-hearted and 

true, 
Look ever to Jesus, He ll carry you through. 



THE FULNESS OF LOVE 



To him that o ercometh God giveth a crown, 
Through faith we shall conquer, though often 

cast down ; 

He who is our Saviour our strength will renew, 
Look ever to Jesus, He ll carry you through. 

H. jR. Palmer. 

201 

FT passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine, 
J_ My Jesus, Saviour : yet this soul of mine 
Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length, 
Its height, and depth, its everlasting strength, 
Know more and more. 

It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine, 
My Jesus, Saviour ; yet these lips of mine 
Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near, 
A love which can remove all guilty fear, 
And love beget. 

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, 
W T hich brings a rebel sinner, such as me, 
Nigh unto God. 

But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know 
The fulness of Thy love, while here below, 
My empty vessel I may freely bring : 
( ) Thou who art of love the living spring, 
My vessel fill. 

I am an empty vessel not one thought 
Or look of love I ever to Thee brought ; 
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee, 
With this, the empty sinner s only plea : 
"Thou lovest me ! " 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



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. 

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

Mary Shekleton. 



202 



LORD, if Thou Thy grace impart, 
Poor in spirit, meek in heart, 
I shall, as my Master, be 
Clothed with humility. 

Simple, teachable, and mild, 
Changed into a little child, 
Pleased with all the Lord provides, 
Weaned from all the world besides. 

Father, fix my soul on Thee ; 
Every evil let me flee ; 
Nothing want, beneath, above, 
Happy in Thy precious love. 

Oh that all may seek and find 
Every good in Christ combined ; 
Him let Israel still adore, 
Trust Him, praise Him evermore ! 

Anon. 



QUIETNESS 

203 

OH for a faith that will not shrink, 
Though pressed by many a foe ; 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of poverty or woe ; 

That will not murmur nor complain 

Beneath the chastening rod ; 
But in the hour of grief or pain 

Can lean upon its God ; 

A faith that shines more bright and clear 
When tempests rage without ; 

That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt ; 

A faith that keeps the narrow way 

Till life s last spark is fled, 
And with a pure and heavenly ray 

Lights up the dying bed. 

Lord, give me such a faith as this, 
And then, whate er may come, 

I taste e en now the hallow d bliss 
Of an eternal home. 

W. H. Bathurst. 

204 

IET, Lord, my froward heart : 
Make me teachable and mild, 
Upright, simple, free from art ; 

Make me as a little child : 
From distrust and envy free, 
Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 

161 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



What Thou shalt to-day provide, 

Let me as a child receive : 
What to-morrow may betide, 

Calmly to Thy wisdom leave : 
Tis enough that Thou wilt care : 
Why should I the burden bear ? 

As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own ; 
Knows he s neither strong nor wise, 

Fears to stir a step alone ; 
Let me thus with Thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 

J. Newton. 

205 

BE strong to hope, oh heart ! 
Though day is bright, 
The stars can only shine 

In the dark night. 
Be strong, oh heart of mine, 
Look towards the light ! 

Be strong to bear, oh heart ! 

Nothing is vain : 
Strive not, for life is care, 

And God sends pain : 
Heaven is above, and there 

Rest will remain ! 

Be strong to love, oh heart ! 

Love knows not wrong ; 
Didst thou love creatures even 

Life were not long ; 
.Didst thou love God in heaven, 

Thou wouldst be strong ! 

A. A. Proctor. 



HE KNOWETH ALL 

206 



knowest, Lord, the weariness and 
sorrow 

Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest ; 
Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, 

Blessings implored and sins to be confessed ; 
We come before Thee at Thy gracious word, 
And lay them at Thy feet : Thou knowest, Lord. 

Thou knowest all the past ; how long and blindly 
On the dark mountains the lost wanderer 

strayed ; 
How the Good Shepherd followed, and how 

kindly 

He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid ; 
And healed the bleeding wounds and soothed 

the pain, 
And brought back life, and hope, and strength 

again. 

Thou knowest all the present ; each temptation, 
Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear ; 

All to each one assigned of tribulation, 
( )r to beloved ones, than self more dear ; 

All pensive memories, as we journey on, 

Longings for vanished smiles and voices gone. 

Thou knowest all the future ; gleams of gladness, 
By stormy clouds too quickly overcast, 

Hours of sweet fellowship and parting sadness, 
And the dark river to be crossed at last ; 

Oh what could hope and confidence afford 

To tread that path? but this, Thou knowest, 
Lord. 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



Thou knowest, not alone as God, all knowing ; 
As man, our mortal weakness Thou hast 

proved 

On earth, with purest sympathies o erflowing. 
O Saviour, Thou hast wept and Thou hast 

loved ; 

And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, 
And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home. 

Therefore we come, Thy gentle call obeying, 
And lay our sins and sorrows at Thy feet ; 

On everlasting strength our weakness staying, 
Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness com 
plete ; 

Then rising and refreshed we leave Thy throne, 

And follow on to know as we are known. 

Jane Borthwick. 

207 

SAVIOUR, may we never rest 
Till Thou art formed within ; 
Till Thou hast calmed our troubled breast, 
And crushed the power of sin. 

O may we gaze upon Thy cross, 

Until the wondrous sight 
Makes earthly treasures seem but -dross, 

And earthly sorrows light. 

Until, released from carnal ties, 

Our spirit upward springs, 
And sees true peace above the skies, 

True joy in heavenly things. 



MORE LOVE 



There, as we gaze, may we become 

United, Lord, to Thee ; 
And in a fairer, happier home 

Thy perfect beauty see. 

W. H. Batfiurst. 



208 



MORE love to Thee, O Christ, 
More love to Thee ! 
r Thou the prayer I make 
On bended knee ; 
This is my earnest plea, 
"More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
More love to Thee ! " 

Once earthly joy I craved, 
Sought peace and rest ; 

Now Thee alone I seek, 
Give what is best ; 

This all my prayer shall be, 

"More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
More love to Thee !" 

Let sorrow do its work ; 

Send grief and pain ; 
Sweet are Thy messengers, 

Sweet their refrain, 
When they can sing with me, 
"More love, O Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee!" 

Then shall my latest breath 

Whisper Thy praise, 
This be the parting cry 

My heart shall raise ; 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



This still its prayer shall he, 
"More love, O Christ, to Thee, 
More love to Thee ! " 

El iza beth Prentiss. 



209 



we long, in sin- wrought blindness, 
_L From Thy holy ways have strayed, 
Cold to Thee, and to Thy kindness, 

Wilful, reckless, or afraid ; 
Through dim clouds that gather round us 
Thou hast sought, and Thou hast found us. 

Oft from Thee we veil our faces, 
Children-like, to cheat Thine eyes ; 

Sin, and hope to hide the traces ; 
From ourselves, ourselves disguise ; 

Xeath the webs we ve woven round us 

Thy soul-piercing glance has found us. 

Sudden, midst our idle chorus, 

O er our sin Thy thunders roll ; 
Death his signal waves before us, 

Night and terror take the soul ; 
Till through double darkness round us 
Looks a star, and Thou hast found us. 

O most merciful, most holy, 

Light Thy wanderers on their way; 

Keep us ever Thine, Thine wholly, 
Suffer us no more to stray ! 

Cloud and storm oft gather round us : 

We were lost, but Thou hast found us. 

F. T. Palgmve. 



THE SHEPHERD S VOICE 

210 

HAPPY soul, that free from harms 
Rests within his Shepherd s arms ! 
Who his quiet shall molest? 
Who shall violate his rest? 

Like a long-forgotten child 

I have wandered on the wild; 

Lost myself in vain desires, 

Torn with thorns, and burned with fires. 

Lonely with the self I hate, 
By my will made desolate, 
Sick of sin, out- wearied, cold 
I would rest within Thy fold. 

Father, seek Thy wandering sheep ; 
Bring me back, and lead, and keep ; 
Take on Thee my every care ; 
Bear me, on Thy bosom bear. 

Let me know my Shepherd s voice, 
More and more in Thee rejoice ; 
More and more of Thee receive ; 
Ever in Thy Spirit live : 

Live till all the love I know 
I can find in Thee below; 
Till I hear Thy gracious voice, 
" Come up higher, and rejoice." 

Then from sin and death set free, 
Shepherded, O Lord, by Thee, 
I shall join the flock above, 
Where the fold is perfect love. 

C. Wesley and S. A. Brook* 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 

211 



life is but a school time, 
JL In which we learn to love 
The friends we see around us, 
The unseen God above. 

Some learn by active service, 

Others in grief and pain ; 
Some seem to reap in gladness, 

The rest to toil in vain. 

The one thing is to study 

To seek our Lord in all ; 
His great love to remember, 

Whatever may befall. 

We know the blessed story 

Of how He came to save, 
And lived as man amongst us, 

From childhood to the grave. 

And earth has now her tokens 
That^He has touched with light- 

Memorials of His kindness 
Are ever in our sight. 

The voice of sighs and weeping, 
The bier where lies the dead, 

All speak to us of Jesus 
Of words that. He has said. 

And pain and weakness make Him 

Nearer and dearer seem, 
Till life becomes a story 

Of which He is the theme. 

Anon. 



JOY AFTER SORROW 

212 

WHEN winds are raging o er the upper ocean, 
And billows wild contend with angry roar, 
Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion, 
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. 

Far, far beneath the noise of tempests dieth, 
And silver waves chime ever peacefully ; 

And 110 rude storm, how tierce soe er it flieth, 
Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea. 

So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest ! 

There is a temple, sacred evermore ; 
And all the Babel of life s angry voices 

Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door. 

Far far away the roar of passion dieth, 
And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully ; 

And no rude storm, how fierce soe er it flieth, 
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee. 

Harriet Beecher Stowe. 

213 

OH deem not they are blest alone 
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; 
The Power w r ho pities man has shown 
A blessing for the eyes that weep. 

The light of smiles shall fill again 
The lids that overflow with tears, 

And weary hours of woe and pain 
With promises of happier years. 

There is a day of sunny rest, 

For every dark and troubled night ; 

And grief may bide an evening guest, 
But joy shall come with early light. 

169 u 3 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 

For God has marked each sorrowing hour, 
And numbered every secret tear ; 

And heaven s long age of love and power 
Grows out of all we suffer here. 

jr. C. Bryant. 

214 

MY God, my Father, while I stray, 
Far from my home, on life s rough way, 

teach me from my heart to say, 

Thy will be done. 

Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 

Let me be still and murmur not, 

Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 

Thy will be done. 

If Thou should st call me to resign 
What most I prize, it ne er was mine : 

1 only yield Thee what was Thine : 

Thy will be done. 

Let but my fainting heart be blest 
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to Thee I leave the rest : 

Thy will be done. 

Renew my will from day to day, 
Blend it with Thine, and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say, 

Thy will be done. 

Then, when on earth I breathe no more, 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before 
I ll sing upon a happier shore, 

Thy will be done. 
Charlotte Elliott. 



THE CONTRITE HEART 

215 

fTlHERE is a holy sacrifice 

JL Which God in heaven will not despise, 

Yea, which is precious in His eyes, 

The contrite heart. 

That lofty One, before whose throne 
The countless hosts of heaven bow down, 
Another dwelling-place will own, 

The contrite heart. 

The Holy One, the Son of God, 
His pardoning love will shed abroad, 
And consecrate as His abode 

The contrite heart. 

The Holy Spirit from on high 
Will listen to its faintest cry, 
And cheer and bless and purify 

The contrite heart. 

Saviour, I cast my hopes on Thee ; 
Such as Thou art, I fain would be ; 
In mercy, Lord, bestow on me 

The contrite heart. 
J. Montgomery. 

216 

STILL will we trust, though earth seem dark 
and dreary, 
And the heart faint beneath His chastening 

rod ; 
Though rough and steep our pathway, worn arid 

weary, 
Still will we trust in God. 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, 
And our blind choosing brings us grief and 

pain ; 
Through Him alone, who hath our way 

appointed, 
We find our peace again. 

Choose for us, God, nor let our weak preferring 
Cheat us of good Thou hast for us designed ; 

Choose for us God ; Thy wisdom is unerring, 
And we are fools and blind. 

Let us press on in patient self-denial, 
Accept the hardship, shrink not from the 
loss ; 

Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial, 
Our crown beyond the cross. 

W. H. Burleigh. 



217 



OH for a heart to praise my God, 
A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that s sprinkled with the blood 
So freely shed for me : 

A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
My great Redeemer s throne ; 

Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone : 

A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true, and clean, 
Which neither life nor death can part 

From Him that dwells within : 



THE DIVINE PATTERN 



A heart in every thought renewed, 

And full of love divine ; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 

A copy, Lord, of Thine. 

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 

Come quickly from above ; 
Write Thy new name upon my heart, 

Thy new best name of Love. 

C. Wesley. 



218 



QHOW pity, Lord, 

kJ For we are frail and faint ; 

We fade away, 

Oh list to our complaint ! 
We fade away 

Like flowers in the sun ; 
We just begin, 

And then our work is done. 

Show pity, Lord : 

Our souls are sore distressed ; 
As troubled seas 

Our natures have no rest ; 
As troubled seas 

That, surging, beat the shore, 
We throb and heave 

Ever and evermore. 

Show pity, Lord : 

Our grief is in our sin ; 
We would be cleansed ; 

Oh make us pure within ! 

173 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



We would be cleansed ; 

For this we cry to Thee ; 
Thy word of love 

Can make the conscience free. 

Show pity, Lord : 

Inspire our hearts with love 
That holy love 

Which draws the soul above ; 
That holy love 

Which makes us one with Thee, 
And with Thy saints, 

Through all eternity. 

D. Tlwmas. 



219 



I KNOW not if the dark or bright 
Shall be my lot ; 
If that wherein my hopes delight 
Be best or not. 

It may be mine to drag for years 
Toil s heavy chain, 

Or day and night my meat be tears 
On bed of pain. 

My bark is wafted to the strand, 
By breath divine, 

And on the helm there rests a Hand 
Other than mine. 

One who has known in storms to sail 

I have on board ; 
Above the raging of the gale 

I hear my Lord. 



LOVE DIVINE 



He holds me when the billows smite, 

I shall not fall : 
If sharp, tis short, if long, tis light, 

He tempers all. 

Safe to the land, safe to the land ! 

The end is this ; 
And then with Him go hand in hand 

Far into bliss. 

H. Alford. 



220 



LOVE divine, all loves excelling, 
Joy of heaven to earth come down ! 
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, 

All Thy faithful mercies crown. 
Jesus, Thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love Thou art : 
Visit us with thy salvation, 
Enter every longing heart ! 

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breast ! 
Let us all in Thee inherit, 

Let us find Thy promised rest ! 
Take away the love of sinning, 

Alpha and Omega be : 
End of faith, as its beginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty. 

Come, almighty to deliver, 
Let us all Thy grace receive ! 

Suddenly return, and never, 
Never more Thy temples leave ! 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



Thee we would be always blessing, 
Praise Thee as Thy hosts above ; 

Serve and worship without ceasing ; 
Glory in Thy precious love. 

Finish, then, Thy new creation ; 

Pure and spotless may we be ; 
Let us see our whole salvation 

Perfectly secured by Thee ! 
Changed from glory into glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place, 
Till we cast our crowns before Thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

C. Wesley. 

221 

rPHY way is in the deep, O Lord ! 
J_ E en there we ll go with Thee : 
We ll meet the tempest at Thy word, 
And walk upon the sea ! 

Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, 

Why do we doubt Him so ? 
Who gives the storm a path, will find 

The way our feet shall go ! 

A moment may His hand be lost, 

Drear moment of delay ! 
We cry, "Lord! help the tempest-tost, "- 

And safe we re borne away. 

The Lord yields nothing to our fears, 

And flies from selfish care ; 
But comes Himself where er He hears 

The voice of loving prayer. 

176 



ALL AS GOD WILLS 



O happy soul of faith divine ! 

Thy victory how sure ! 
The love that kindles joy is thine, 

The patience to endure. 

Come, Lord of peace ! our griefs dispel ; 

And wipe our tears away : 
Tis Thine to order all things well, 

And ours to bless the sway. 

J. Martineau. 

222 

LL as God wills, who wisely heeds 

To give or to withhold, 

And knoweth more of all my needs 

Than all my prayers have told. 

Enough that blessings undeserved 
Have marked my erring track ; 

That wheresoe er my feet have swerved, 
Thy chastening turned me back ; 

That more and more a providence 

Of love is understood, 
Making the springs of time and sense 

Sweet with eternal good ; 

That all the jarring notes of life 

Seem blending in a psalm, 
And all the angles of its strife 

Slow rounding into calm ; 

That death seems but a covered way 

Which opens into light, 
Wherein no blinded child can stray 

Beyond the Father s sight. 



A L 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



And so the shadows fall apart, 
And so the west winds play ; 

And all the windows of my heart 
I open to the day. 

No longer forward nor behind 

I look in hope or fear ; 
But, grateful, take the good I find. 

The best of now and here. 

J. G. Whittier. 

223 

j before us lies the way ; 
Give the past unto the wind. 
All before us is the day ; 

Night and darkness are behind. 

In the spirit s perfect air, 
In the passions deep and kind, 

In the life that has no care 
The true Eden shall we find. 

When the soul to sin hath died, 
True and beautiful and sound, 

Then all earth is sanctified, 
Up springs Paradise around. 

From this spirit-land, afar, 
All disturbing force shall flee ; 

Stir, nor toil, nor hope shall mar 
Its immortal unity. 

Eliza T. Clapp. 

224 

LIGHT after darkness, gain after loss ; 
Strength after weakness, crown after cross ; 
Sweet after bitter, hope after fears, 
Home after wandering, praise after tears. 



REPENTANCE 



Sheaves after sowing, sun after rain, 
Sight after mystery, peace after pain ; 
Joy after sorrow, calm after blast, 
Rest after weariness, sweet rest at last. 

Near after distant, gleam after gloom, 
Love after loneliness, life after tomb ; 
After long agony, rapture of bliss, 
Right was the pathway leading to this. 

Frances R. Havergal. 

225 

BECAUSE I knew not w^hen my life was good, 
And when there was light upon my path, 
But turned my soul perversely to the dark, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Because I held upon my selfish road, 
And left my brother wounded by the way, 
And called ambition duty, and pressed on, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Because I spent the strength Thou gavest me 
Tn struggle which Thou never didst ordain, 
And have but dregs of life to offer Thee, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Because I chose the thorns and pined for 

flowers, 
And pressed the sword-points down upon my 

heart, 

And moaned that they did hurt me like a child, 
Lord, I do repent. 



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Because I struck at others in my pain, 
Like some wild beast that wounded turns at bay 
And rends the innocent earth he stands upon, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Because I was impatient, would not wait, 

But thrust mine impious hand across Thy 

threads, 

And marred the pattern drawn out for my life, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Because I called good evil, evil good, 
And thought I, ignorant, knew many things, 
And deemed my weight of folly weight of wit, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Because Thou hast borne with me all this while, 
Hast smitten me with love until I weep, 
Hast called me as a mother calls her child, 
O Lord, I do repent. 

Sarah Williams. 

226 

JUST as I am, without one plea 
But that Thy _ blood was shed for me, 
And that Thou bidd st me come to Thee, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot. 
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
Fightings and fears within, without, 
O Lamb of God, I come! 



JUST AS I AM 



Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve : 
Because Thy promise I believe, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

Just as I am, Thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

Charlotte Elliott. 



227 

rpHROUGH the love of God our Saviour, 
JL All will be well ; 

Free and changeless is His favour, 

All, all is well. 

Precious is the blood that healed us, 
Perfect is the grace that sealed us, 
Strong the hand stretched out to shield us, 

All must be well. 

Though we pass through tribulation, 

All will be well ; 
Ours is such a full salvation, 

All, all is well ; 
Happy, still in God confiding, 
Faithful, if in Christ abiding, 
Holy, through the Spirit s guiding, 

All must be well. 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



We expect a bright to-morrow, 

All will be well ; 
Faith can sing through days of sorrow, 

All, all is well. 
On our Father s love relying, 
Jesus every need supplying, 
Or in living, or in dying, 

All must be well. Bowley. 

228 

TAKE Thou my hand, and lead me 
Choose Thou my way ! 
"Not as I will," O Father, 

Teach me to say. 
What though the storms may gather ! - 

Thou knowest best ; 
Safe in Thy holy keeping, 
There would I rest. 

Take Thou my hand, and lead me 

Lord, I am Thine ! 
Fill with Thy holy Spirit 

This heart of mine : 
Then in the hour of trial 

Strong shall I be 
Ready to do, or suffer, 

Dear Lord, for Thee. 

Take Thou my hand, and lead me, 

Lord, as I go ; 
Into Thy perfect image 

Help me to grow. 
Still in Thine own pavilion 

Shelter Thou me ; 
Keep me, O Father, keep me, 

Close, close to Thee ! 

Julia Sterling. 



THE HALLOWING OF TOIL 



229 



TEACH me, my God, my King, 
In all things Thee to see ; 
And what I do in anything 
To do it as for Thee. 

To scorn the senses sway, 

While still to Thee I tend : 
In all I do, be Thou the way, 

In all, be Thou the end. 

All may of Thee partake : 

Nothing so small can be 
But draws, when acted for Thy sake, 

Greatness and worth from Thee. 

If done beneath Thy laws 

E en servile labours shine ; 
Hallowed is toil if this the cause, 

The meanest work divine. 

G. Herbert. 



230 



WHEN my love to God grows weak, 
When for deeper faith I seek, 
Then in thought I go to Thee, 
Garden of Gethsemane ; 

There I walk amid the shades, 
While the lingering twilight fades ; 
See that suffering, friendless One, 
Weeping, praying there alone. 

When my love for man grows weak, 
When for stronger faith I seek, 
Hill of Calvary ! I go 
To thy scenes of fear and woe. 



RESIGNATION AND DISCIPLINE 



There behold His agony, 
Suffered on the bitter tree ; 
See His anguish, see His faith, 
Lov r e triumphant still in death. 

Then to life I turn again, 
Learning all the worth of pain, 
Learning all the might that lies 
In a full self-sacrifice. 

J. K Wreford. 

231 

I SAY to thee, do thou repeat 
To the first man thou mayest meet 
In lane, highway, or open street 

That he and we and all men move 

Under a canopy of love 

As broad as the blue sky above ; 

That doubt and trouble, fear and pain 
And anguish, all are shadows vain, 
That death itself shall not remain ; 

That weary deserts we may tread, 
A dreary labyrinth may thread, 
Through dark ways underground be led ; 

Yet, if we will one Guide obey, 
The dreariest path, the darkest way, 
Shall issue out in heavenly day ; 

And we on divers shores now cast, 
Shall meet, our perilous voyage past, 
All in our Father s house at last : 



THE CANOPY OF LOVE 



And, ere thou leave him, say thou this, 
Yet one word more they only miss 
The winning of that final bliss. 

Who will not count it true that Love, 
Blessing, not cursing, rules above, 
And that in it we live and move. 

And one thing further make him know, 
That to believe these things are so, 
This firm faith never to forego, 

Despite of all which seems at strife 
With blessing, all with curses rife, 
That this is blessing, this is life. 

E. C. Trench. 

232 

DARK is the sky that overhangs my soul, 
The mists are thick that through the valley 
roll, 

But as I tread, I cheer my heart and say, 
When the day breaks, the shadows flee away. 

I bear the lamp my Master gave to me, 
Burning and shining must it ever be, 
And I must tend it till the night decay, 
Till the day break, and shadows flee away. 

God maketh all things good unto His own, 
For thee in every darkness light is sown ; 
He will make good the gloom of this my clay ; 
Till that day break, and shadows flee away. 

He will be near me in that awful hour, 
When the last foe shall come in blackest power ; 
And He will hear me when at last I pray, 
Let the day break, the shadows flee away. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



In Him, my God, my Glory, I will trust : 
Awake and sing, O dweller in the dust ! 
Who shall come, will come and will not delay, 
His day will break, those shadows flee away. 

S. J. Stone. 

233 

j unseen the Master walketh 
By the toiling servant s side ; 
Comfortable words He speaketh, 
While His hands uphold and guide. 



A L 



Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow 

Rends thy heart, to Him unknown ; 

He to-day, and He to-morrow, 
Grace sufficient gives His own. 

Holy strivings nerve and strengthen, 
Long endurance wins the crown ; 

When the evening shadows lengthen, 
Thou shalt lay thy burden down. 

Anon. 



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234 

GOD bless our native land, 
May Heaven s protecting hand 
Still guard our shore ; 
May peace her power extend, 
Foe be transformed to friend, 
And Britain s rights depend 
On war no more. 



THE FIRES OF GOD 



May just and righteous laws 
Uphold the public cause, 

And bless our isle ; 
Home of the brave and free, 
The land of liberty, 
We pray that still on thee 

Kind heaven may smile. 

And not this land alone, 
But by Thy mercies known 

From shore to shore, 
Lord, make the nations see 
That men should brothers be, 
And form one family, 

The wide world o er. 

J. S. Dwighi. 

235 

WHAT, what is tried in the fires of God ? 
And what are the fires that try 1 
All, all is tried in the fires of God, 
And many the fires that try. 

And what is burned in the fires of God ? 

All but the fine, pure gold ; 
The treasures we offer for praise and pride, 

Or for pride and self withhold. 

And when will the fires of God be lit { 

They are burning every day ; 
They are trying us all, within and without, 

The gold and the potter s clay. 

No smallest seed of the lowliest deed 

Of faith and hope and love, 
The precious things that abide earth s fires, 

And for ever abide above. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Yes ! naught is lost in the fires of God 

That is not waste or dross, 
That we would not choose, could we see, to lose, 

And say, this was gain, not loss ! 

Elizabeth Charles. 

236 

SPEAK gently : it is better far 
To rule by love than fear ; 
Speak gently : let not harsh words mar 
The good we might do here. 

Speak gently to the little child, 

Its love be sure to gain ; 
Teach it in accents soft and mild, 

It may not long remain. 

Speak gently to the young, for they 

Will have enough to bear ; 
Pass through this life as best they may, 

Tis full of anxious care. 

Speak gently to the aged one, 
Grieve not the careworn heart ; 

The sands of life are nearly run, 
Let such in peace depart. 

Speak gently: it is like the Lord, 
Whose accents meek and mild 

Proclaimed Him as the Son of God, 
The gracious, holy Child. 

G. IF. Hangford. 

237 

WHO is thy neighbour ? He whom thou 
Hast power to aid or bless ; 
Whose aching heart or burning brow 
Thy soothing hand may press. 



FELLOWSHIP 



Thy neighbour? Tis the fainting poor, 

Whose eye with want is dim : 
Oh, enter thou his humble door, 

With aid and peace for him. 

Thy neighbour? He who drinks the cup, 
When sorrow drowns the brim : 

With words of high, sustaining hope, 
Go thou and comfort him. 

Thy neighbour ? Pass no mourner by ; 

Perhaps Thou canst redeem 
A breaking heart from misery : 

Go share thy lot with him. 

W. B. 0. Peabody. 

238 

FATHER of men, in whom are one 
All humankind beneath Thy sun, 
Stablish our work in Thee begun. 

Except the house be built by Thee, 
In vain the builder s toil must be ; 
Oh strengthen our infirmity ! 

Man lives not for himself alone, 
In others good he finds his own ; 
Life s worth in fellowship is known. 

We, friends and comrades on life s way, 
Gather within these walls to pray : 
Bless our true fellowship to-day. 

Guide us to seek the things above, 
The base to shun, the pure approve, 
To live by Thy free law of love. 



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In all our work, in all our play, 

Be with us, Lord, our Friend, our Stay : 

Lead onward to the perfect day! 

Then may we know, earth s lesson o er, 
With comrades missed or gone before, 
"Heaven s fellowship for evermore." 

H. C. Shuttleivorth. 



239 



me not, in mournful numbers, 
JL Life is but an empty dream ; 
For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
And things are not what they seem. 

Life is real ! Life is earnest ! 

And the grave is not its goal ; 
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest," 

Was not spoken of the soul. 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
Is our destined end or way! 

But to act that each to-morrow 
Finds us further than to-day. 



Lives of great men all remind us 
We can make our lives sublime, 

And, departing, leave behind us 
Footprints on the sands of Time : 

Footprints that perhaps another, 
Sailing o er life s solemn main, 

Some forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 
Seeing, shall take heart again. 



LABOUR AND WAIT 



Let us, then, be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate ; 
Still achieving, still pursuing. 
Learn to labour and to wait. 

H. W. Longfelloiv. 
240 

mHOU must be true thyself 

J. If thoti the truth wouldst teach ; 

Thy soul must overflow, if thou 

Another s soul wouldst reach : 
It needs the overflow of heart 

To give the lips full speech. 

Think truly, and thy thoughts 
Shall the world s famine feed ; 

Speak truly, and each word of thine 
Shall be a fruitful seed ; 

Live truly, and thy life shall be 
A great and noble creed. 

H. Bonar. 

241 

COURAGE, brother! do not stumble, 
Though thy path be dark as night ; 
There s a star to guide the humble : 
"Trust in God, and do the right." 
Though the road be long and dreary, 

And its ending out of sight, 
Foot it bravely strong or weary: 
"Trust in God, and do the right." 

Trust no party, church, or faction, 

Trust no leaders in the tight, 
But in every word and action 

"Trust in God, and do the right." 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Some will hate thee, some Avill love thee, 
Some will flatter, some will slight ; 

Cease from man, and look above thee : 
"Trust in God, and do the right." 

Trust no forms of guilty passion, 

Fiends can look like angels bright ; 
Trust no custom, school, or fashion, 

" Trust in God, and do the right. 1 
Simple rule and safest guiding, 

Inward peace and inward light, 
Star upon our path abiding, 

"Trust in God, and do the right." 

N. Madeud. 

242 

T^ROM Greenland s icy mountains, 
T From India s coral strand, 
Where Afric s sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand. 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error s chain. 

What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o er Ceylon s isle ; 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile ; 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown, 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 



WAFT HIS STORY 



Can. we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Can we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny? 
Salvation ! O Salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till each remotest nation 

Has learned Messiah s name. 

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story ; 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole ; 
Till o er our ransomed nature 

The Lamb for sinner s slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 

E. Heber 

243 

"ARK ! the voice of Jesus crying, 
Who will go and work to-day 1 
Fields are white and harvest waiting 

Who will bear the sheaves away 1 
Loud and strong the Master calleth, 

Rich reward He offers thee ; 
Who will answer, gladly saying, 
4 Here am I, send me, send me ! " 

If you cannot cross the ocean, 

And the heathen lands explore, 
You can find the heathen nearer, 

You can help them at your door. 
If you cannot give your thousands, 

You can give the widow s mite ; 
And the least you give for Jesus 

Will be precious in His sight. 

193 i 



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DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



If you cannot speak like angels, 

If you cannot preach like Paul, 
You can tell the love of Jesus, 

You can say He died for all. 
If you cannot rouse the wicked 

With the judgment s dread alarms, 
You can lead the little children 

To the Saviour s waiting arms. 

If you cannot be the watchman, 

Standing high on Zion s wall, 
Pointing out the path to heaven, 

Offering life and peace to all ; 
With your prayers and with your bounties 

You can do what heaven demands ; 
You can be like faithful Aaron, 

Holding up the prophet s hands. 

Let none hear you idly saying, 

"There is nothing I can do," 
While the souls of men are dying, 

And the Master calls for you. 
Take the task He gives you gladly, 

Let His work your pleasure be ; 
Answer quickly when He calleth, 

"Here am I, send me, send me!" 

D. March. 



244 

CHRIST hath a garden walled around, 
\J A Paradise of fruitful ground, 
Chosen by love and fenced by grace 
From out the world s wide wilderness. 



DEEDS NOT WORDS 



Like trees of spice His servants stand, 
There planted by His mighty hand, 
By Eden s gracious streams that flow, 
To feed their beauty where they grow. 

Awake, O wind of heav n, and bear, 
Their sweetest perfume thro the air; 
Stir up, O south, the boughs that bloom, 
Till the beloved Master come : 

That He may come and linger yet 
Among the trees that He hath set ; 
That He may evermore be seen 
To walk amid the springing green. 

I. Watts, alt. by R. B. 
245 



W 



E faintly hear, we dimly see, 
In differing phrase we pray, 
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee 
The Light, the Truth, the Way. 

To do Thy will is more than praise, 
As words are less than deeds, 

And simple trust can find Thy ways 
We miss with chart of creeds. 

No pride of self Thy service hath, 

No place for me and mine ; 
Our human strength is weakness, death 

Our life, apart from Thine. 

Apart from Thee all gain is loss, 

All labour vainly done, 
The solemn shadow of Thy cross 

Is better than the sun. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, 

What may Thy service be? 
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word, 

But simply following Thee. 

The heart must ring Thy Christmas bells, 

Thy inward altars raise ; 
Its faith and hope Thy canticles, 

And its obedience praise ! 

J. G. Whittier 

246 

S thy cruse of comfort wasting? 



I 



Rise and share it with another ; 
And through all the years of famine 

It shall serve thee and thy brother. 
Love divine will till thy storehouse, 

Or thy handful still renew ; 
Scanty fare for one will often 

Make a royal feast for two. 

For the heart grows rich in giving ; 

All its wealth is living grain ; 
Seeds which mildew in the garner 

Scattered fill with gold the plain. 
Is thy burden hard and heavy? 

Do thy steps drag heavily? 
Help to bear thy brother s burden ; 

God will bear both it and thee. 

Numb and weary on the mountains, 
Wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow? 

Chafe that frozen form beside thee, 
And together both shall glow. 



THE GROWTH OF LOVE 



Art them stricken in life s battle ? 

Many wounded round thee moan ; 
Lavish on their wounds thy balsams, 

And that balm shall heal thine own. 

Is thy heart a well left empty ? 

None but God its void can fill ; 
Nothing but a ceaseless Fountain 

Can its ceaseless longing still. 
Is thy heart a living power? 

Self-entwined its strength sinks low ; 
It can only live by loving, 

And by serving love will grow. 

Elizabeth Charles. 



247 



CHOUGH lowly here our lot may be, 
_L High work have we to do, 
In faith and trust to follow Him 
Whose lot was lowly too. 

Our days of darkness we may bear, 

Strong in a Father s love ; 
Leaning on His almighty arm, 

And fixed our hopes above. 

Our lives, enriched with gentle thoughts 

And loving deeds, may be 
A stream that still the nobler grows 

The nearer to the sea. 

To duty firm, to conscience true, 
However tried and pressed ; 

In God s dear sight high work we do 
If we but do our best. 



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Thus may we make the lowliest lot 

With rays of glory bright ; 
Thus may we turn a crown of thorns 
Into a crown of light. 

W. Gaskell 
248 

T71ORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, I go, 
JL My daily labour to pursue ; 
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know, 
In all I think, or speak, or do. 

The task Thy wisdom hath assign d 

O let me cheerfully fulfil ; 
In all my works Thy presence find, 

And prove Thy good and perfect Will. 

Thee may I set at my right hand, 
Whose eyes my inmost substance see, 

And labour on at Thy command, 
And offer all my works to Thee. 

Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, 
And every moment watch and pray, 

And still to things eternal look, 
And hasten to Thy glorious day ; 

For Thee delightfully employ 

Whate er Thy bounteous grace hath given, 
And run my course with even joy, 

And closely walk with Thee to heav n. 

C. Wesley. 

249 

fTIHE toil of brain, or heart, or hand, 
JL Is man s appointed lot ; 
He who God s call can understand 
Will work and murmur not. 



SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS 



O God, who workest hitherto, 

Working in all we see, 
Fain would we be, and bear, and do, 

As best it pleaseth Thee. 

Where er Thou sendest we will go, 

Nor any question ask ; 
And what Thou biddest we will do, 

Whatever be the task. 

Our skill of hand and strength of limb 
Are not our own, but Thine ; 

We link them to the work of Him 
Whose life was all divine. 

Our Brother-friend, Thy holy Son, 
Shared in man s lot and strife ; 

And nobly will our work be done, 
If moulded by His life. 

F. W. Freckelton. 

250 

QOLDIERS of the cross, arise ! 
O Gird you with your armour bright ; 
Mighty are your enemies, 
Hard the battle ye must fight. 

O er a faithless fallen world 
Raise your banner in the sky ; 

Let it float there wide unfurl d ; 
Bear it onward ; lift it high. 

Mid the homes of want and woe 
Strangers to the living word, 

Let the Saviour s herald go, 
Let the voice of hope be heard. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Where the shadows deepest lie, 

Carry truth s unsullied ray ; 
Where are crimes of blackest dye, 

There the saving sign display. 

To the weary and the worn 
Tell of realms where sorrows cease ; 

To the outcast and forlorn 
Speak of mercy and of peace. 

Guard the helpless ; seek the stray d ; 

Comfort troubles, banish grief ; 
In the might of God array d, 

Scatter sin and unbelief. 

Be the banner still unfurl d, 
Still unsheathed the Spirit s sword, 

Till the kingdoms of the world 
Are the kingdom of the Lord. 

C. Wesley. 

251 

WE give Thee but Thine own, 
Whate er the gift may be : 
All that we have is Thine alone, 
A trust, O Lord, from Thee. 

May we Thy bounties thus 
As stewards true receive. 
And gladly, as Thou blessest us, 
To Thee our first-fruits give. 

Oh, hearts are bruised and dead, 
And homes are bare and cold, 
And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, 
Are straying from the fold. 



THE SECRET OF THE LORD 



To comfort and to bless, 
To find a balm for woe, 
To tend the lone and fatherless, 
Is angels work below. 

The captive to release, 
To God the lost to bring, 
To teach the way of life and peace, 
It is a Christ-like thing. 

And we believe Thy Word, 
Though dim our faith may be ; 
Whate er for Thine we do, Lord, 
We do it unto Thee. 

W. W. How. 

252 

MASTER, let me walk with Thee 
In lowly paths of service free ; 
Tell me Thy secret : help me bear 
The strain of toil, the fret of care. 

Help me the slow of heart to move 
By some clear, winning word of love ; 
Teach me the wayward feet to stay, 
And guide them in the homeward way. 

Teach me Thy patience : still with Thee 
In closer, dearer company ; 
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 
In trust that triumphs over wrong, 

In hope that sends a shining ray 
Far down the future s broadening way, 
In peace that only Thou canst give, 
With Thee, O Master, let me live. 

W. Gladden. 

201 H 3 



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253 

OFT in danger, oft in woe, 
Onward. Christians, onward go; 
Fight the fight, maintain the strife, 
Strengthened with the Bread of Life ! 

Let your drooping hearts be glad ; 
March in heavenly armour clad : 
Fight, nor think the battle long, 
Soon shall victory tune your song! 

Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
Let not fears your course impede, 
Great your strength if great your need. 

Onward, then, in battle move, 
More than conquerors ye shall prove ; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldiers, onward go ! 

H. KirJfe White. 

254 

HAPPY band of pilgrims ! 
If onward ye will tread 
With Jesus as your fellow, 
To Jesus as your head. 



Oh happy if ye labour 
As Jesus did for men : 

Oh happy if ye hunger 
As Jesus hungered then ! 

The cross that Jesus carried 
He carried as your due : 

The crown that Jesus weareth 
He weareth it for you. 



THE ROYAL MASTER 



The faith by which ye see Him, 
The hope in which ye yearn, 

The love that through all troubles 
To Him alone will turn ; 

The trials that beset you, 

The sorrows ye endure, 
The manifold temptations 

That death alone can cure ; 

What are they but His jewels 

Of right celestial worth ? 
What are they but the ladder 

Set up to heaven on earth ? 

O happy band of pilgrims ! 

Look upward to the skies, 
Where such a light affliction 

Shall win so great a prize. 

J. M. Neale. 

255 

ONWARD, Christian soldiers, inarching as to 
war, 

Looking unto Jesus, who is gone before. 
Christ, the Royal Master, leads against the foe ; 
Forward into battle see His banners go. 

CHORUS : 

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, 
Looking unto Jesus, who is gone before ! 

At the name of Jesus, Satan s host doth flee ! 
On, then, Christian soldiers, on to victory ! 
Hell s foundations quiver at the shout of praise ; 
Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems 
raise. 



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Like a mighty army, moves the Church of God, 
Brothers, we are treading where the saints have 

trod; 

We are not divided, all one body we, 
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity. 

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise 
and wane, 

But the Church of Jesus constant will remain : 

Gates of hell can never gainst that Church pre 
vail ; 

We have Christ s own promise, and that cannot 
fail. 

Onward, then, ye people, join our happy throng ; 
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph 

song : 

Glory, praise, and honour unto Christ the King ; 
This through countless ages men and angels 

sing. 

S. . Baring-Gould. 

256 

rpHERE are lonely hearts to cherish, 
JL While the days are going by ; 
There are weary souls who perish, 

While the days are going by : 
If a smile we can renew, 
As our journey we pursue, 
Oh, the good we all may do, 

While the days are going by. 

CHORUS : 

Going by ! going by ! 

Going by ! going by ! 
Oh, the good we all may do, 
While the days are going by ! 



CONSECRATION 



There s no time for idle scorning, 
While the days are going by ; 

Let your face be like the morning, 
While the days are going by : 

Oh, the world is full of sighs, 

Full of sad and weeping eyes ; 

Help your fallen brother rise, 
While the days are going by ! 

All the loving links that bind us, 

While the days are going by ; 
One by one we leave behind us, 
While the days are going by : 
But the seeds of good we sow, 
Both in shade and shine will grow, 
And will keep our hearts aglow, 
While the days are going by ! 

6r. Cooper. 



257 



TAKE my life, and let it be 
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; 
Take my moments and my days, 
Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 

Take my hands, and let them move 
At the impulse of Thy love ; 
Take my feet, and let them be 
Swift and beautiful for Thee. 

Take my voice, and let me sing 
Always, only, for my King ; 
Take my lips, and let them be 
Filled with messages from Thee. 



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Take my silver and my gold ; 
Not a mite would I withhold : 
Take my intellect, and use 
Every power as Thou shalt choose. 

Take my will, and make it Thine ; 
It shall be no longer mine : 
Take my heart : it is Thine own, 
It shall be Thy royal throne. 

Take my love : my Lord, I pour 
At Thy feet its treasure store : 
Take myself ; and I will be 
Ever, only, ALL for Thee. 

F. E. Havergal. 

258 

WHATSOEVER be the seed, 
Thought or feeling, word or deed, 
Buried howsoever deep, 
What we sow that shall we reap. 

Every day and every hour, 
Mid the sunshine, mid the shower, 
We are planting what must grow, 
Yield it joy, or yield it woe. 

In the past, full many a root 
Have we laid for bitter fruit, 
Sad regrets, and thoughts of gloom, 
Ripening for the day of doom. 

In the future may we sow 
Only what to joy will grow, 
Seeds of Trust and Holiness, 
Evermore our souls to bless ! 

TT. Gaskell. 



SPEND AND BE SPENT 

259 

O, labour on, spend and be spent, 

Thy joy to do the Father s will ; 
It is the way the Master went ; 

Should not the servant tread it still? 

Go, labour on tis not for naught ; 

Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain ; 
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not ; 

The Master praises what are men ? 

Go, labour on ; enough, while here, 
If He shall praise thee, if He deign 

Thy willing heart to mark and cheer : 
No toil for Him shall be in vain. 

Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice ! 
For toil comes rest, for exile home ; 

Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom s voice,, 
The midnight peal: "Behold, I come!" 

H. Bonar. 

260 

up ! stand up for Jesus ! 
Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
Lift high His royal banner, 

It must not suffer loss : 
From victory unto victory 
His army shall He lead, 
Till every foe is vanquished, 
And Christ is Lord indeed. 

Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 

The trumpet-call obey : 
Forth to the mighty conflict, 

In this His glorious day : 



s 



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Ye that are men, now serve Him, 

Against unnumbered foes ; 
Your courage rise with danger, 

And strength to strength oppose. 

Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 

Stand in His strength alone ; 
The arm of flesh will fail you ; 

Ye dare not trust your own : 
Put on the Gospel armour, 

And, watching unto prayer, 
Where duty calls, or danger, 

Be never wanting there. 

Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 

The strife will not be long ; 
This day the noise of battle, 

The next the victor s song : 
To him that overcometh 

A crown of life shall be ; 
He with the King of Glory 

Shall reign eternally. G. Duffield. 

261 

WORK, for the night is coming ! 
Work, through the morning hours : 
Work, while the de\v is sparkling, 

Work, mid springing flowers : 
Work, when the day grows brighter, 

Work, in the glowing sun ; 

Work, for the night is coming, 

When man s work is done. 

Work for the night is coming ! 

Work, through the sunny noon : 
Fill brightest hours with labour, 

Rest comes sure and soon. 



THE LORD, OUR MAKER 

Give every flying minute 
Something to keep in store ; 

Work, for the night is coming, 
When man works no more. 

Work, for the night is coming, 

Under the sunset skies ! 
While their bright tints are glowing, 

Work, for daylight flies. 
Work till the last beam fadeth, 

Fadeth to shine no more : 
Work, while the night is darkening, 

When man s work is o er. 

Annie L. CoghilL 

262 

IAN I see another s woe, 







And not be in sorrow too ? 
Can I see another s grief, 
And not seek for kind relief? 

Can I see a falling tear, 
And not feel my sorrow s share 1 
Can a father see his child 
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled ? 

He doth give His joy to all : 
He becomes an Infant small, 
He becomes a Man of woe, 
He doth feel the sorrow too. 

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, 
And thy Maker is not by ; 
Think not thou canst weep a tear, 
And thy Maker is not near. 



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Oh ! He gives to us His joy, 
That our griefs He may destroy : 
Till our grief is fled and gone 
He doth sit by us and moan. 

W. Blake, 

263 

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of Glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ my God : 

All the vain things that charm me most 
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

See ! from His head, His hands, His feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 

Did e er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 

Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were an offering far too small : 

Love so amazing, so divine, 
Demands my life, my soul, my all. 

I. Watts. 

264 

OT always on the mount may we 
Rapt in the heavenly vision be ; 
The shores of thought and feeling know 
The spirit s tidal ebb and flow. 

Lord, it is good abiding here, 

We cry, the heavenly Presence near ; 

The vision vanishes, our eyes 

Are lifted into vacant skies. 



THE PATH OF LIFE 



Yet hath one such exalted hour 
Upon the soul redeeming power, 
And in its strength through after days 
We travel our appointed ways ; 

Till all the lowly vale grows bright 
Transfigured in remembered light, 
And in untiring souls we bear 
The freshness of the upper air. 

The mount for vision, but below 
The paths of daily duty go, 
And nobler life therein shall own 
The pattern on the mountain shown. 

F. L. Hosmer. 

265 

TIEACH me to live ! Tis easier far to die- 
Gently and silently to pass away 
On earth s long night to close the heavy eye, 
And waken in the glorious realms of day. 

Teach me that harder lesson how to live, 
To serve Thee in the darkest paths of life ; 

Arm me for conflict now, fresh vigour give, 
And make me more than conqueror in the strife. 

Teach me to live Thy purpose to fulfil, 
Bright for Thy glory let my taper shine ; 

Each day renew, remould the stubborn will, 
Closer round Thee my heart s affections twine. 

Teach me to live ! No idler let me be, 

But in Thy service hand and heart employ, 

Prepared to do Thy bidding cheerfully 
Be this my highest and my holiest joy. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Teach me to live my daily cross to bear, 
Nor murmur though I bend beneath its load, 

Only be with me ; let me feel Thee near, 
Thy smile sheds gladness on the darkened road. 

Teach me to live and find my life in Thee, 
Looking from earth and earthly things away, 

Let me not falter, but untiringly 
Press on, and gain new strength and power 
each day. 

Ellen E. Burman. 

266 

LORD, it belongs not to my care 
Whether I die or live ; 
To live and serve Thee is my share, 
And this Thy grace must give. 

If life be long, I will be glad 

That I may long obey ; 
If short, yet why should I be sad ? 

Bright shines the perfect day. 

Come, Lord, when Thou hast made me meet 

Thy blessed face to see ; 
For if Thy work on earth be sweet, 

What must Thy glory be ? 

My knowledge of that life is small, 

The eye of faith is dim ; 
But tis enough that God knows all, 

And I shall be with Him. 

E. Baxter. 



GO FORTH TO LIFE 



267 



TMSMISS me not Thy service, Lord, 
JL/ But train me for Thy will ; 
For even I, in fields so broad, 

Some duties may fulfil, 
And I will ask for no reward, 

Except to serve Thee still. 

All works are good, and each is best 

As most it pleases Thee ; 
Each worker pleases when the rest 

He serves in charity; 
And neither man nor work unblest 

Wilt Thou permit to be. 

Our Master all the work has done 

He asks of us to-day ; 
Sharing the service, every one 

Share too His Sonship may. 
Lord, I would serve and be a son 

Dismiss me not, I pray. 

T. T. Lynch. 



268 

forth to life, O child of earth! 
Still mindful of thy heavenly birth 
Thou art not here for ease or sin, 
But manhood s noble crown to win. 

Though passion s fires are in thy soul, 
Thy spirit can their flames control ; 
Though tempters strong beset thy way, 
Thy spirit is more strong than they. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Go on from innocence of youth 
To manly pureness, manly truth ; 
God s angels still are near to save, 
And God Himself doth help the brave. 

Then forth to life, O child of earth ! 
Be worthy of thy heavenly birth ! 
For noble service thou art here ; 
Thy brother s help, thy God revere ! 

S. Longfellow. 

269 

E liveth long who liveth well ! 

All other life is short and vain ; 
He liveth longest who can tell 
Of living most for heavenly gain. 



H 1 



He liveth long who liveth well ! 

All else is being flung away ; 
He liveth longest who can tell 

Of true things truly done each day. 

Waste not thy being : back to Him 
Who freely gave it, freely give ; 

Else is that being but a dream ; 
J Tis but to be, and not to live. 

Be what thou seemest : live thy creed ; 

Hold up to earth the torch divine ; 
Be what thou prayest to be made ; 

Let the great Master s step be thine. 

Fill up each hour with what will last; 

Buy up the moments as they go ; 
The life above, when this is past, 

Is the ripe fruit of life below. 



THE HEAVENLY HARVEST 



Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure ; 

Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright ; 
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, 

And find a harvest-home of light. 

H. Bonar. 

270 

"O EVIVE Thy work, O Lord ! 
JLL Now to Thy saints appear ! 
Oh, speak with power to every soul, 
And let Thy people hear ! 

Revive Thy work, O Lord ! . . . 
While here to Thee we bow ; . . . 
Descend, O gracious Lord, descend ! 
Oh come, and bless us now ! 

Revive Thy work, O Lord ! 
Exalt Thy precious name ! 
And may Thy love in every heart 
Be kindled to a flame ! 

Revive Thy work, O Lord ! 
And bless to all Thy word ! 
And may its pure and sacred truth 
In living faith be heard ! 

Revive Thy work, O Lord ! 
Give pentecostal showers ! 
Be Thine the glory, Thine alone ! 
The blessing, Lord, be ours ! 

A. Midlane. 

271 

AVIOUR ! teach me, day by day, 
Love s sweet lesson to obey : 
Sweeter lesson cannot be, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 



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DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



With a child-like heart of love 
At Thy bidding may I move ; 
Prompt to serve and follow Thee, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 

Teach me all Thy steps to trace, 
Strong to follow in Thy grace ; 
Learning how to love from Thee, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 

Love in loving finds employ, 
In obedience all her joy ; 
Ever new that joy will be, 
Loving Him who first loved me. 

Thus may I rejoice to show 
That I feel the love I owe ; 
Singing, till Thy face I see, 
Of His love who first loved me. 

J. E. Leeson. 

272 



/^kUR heaven is everywhere, 



we but love the Lord, 
Unswerving tread the narrow way, 
And ever shun the broad. 

Tis where the trusting heart 

Bows meekly to its grief, 
Still looking up with earnest faith, 

For comfort and relief. 

"Wherever truth abides, 

Sweet peace is ever there ; 
If we but love and serve the Lord 

Our heaven is everywhere. 

Anon. 



THE PRECIOUS SEED 

273 

SOW with a generous hand ; 
Pause not for toil or pain ; 
weary not through the heat of summer, 
Weary not through the cold spring rain ; 
But wait till the Autumn comes, 
For the sheaves of golden grain. 

Scatter the seed, and fear not, 
A table will be spread ; 
What matter if you are too weary 
To eat your hard-earned bread : 
Sow, while the earth is broken, 
For the hungry must be fed ! 

Then sow, for the hours are fleeting, 

And the seed must fall to-day, 

And care not what hands shall reap it, 

Or, if you shall have passed away 

Before the waving corn-fields 

Shall gladden the sunny day. 

Sow, and look onward, upward, 
Where the starry light appears 
Where, in spite of the coward s doubting, 
Or your own heart s trembling fears, 
You shall reap in joy the harvest 
You have sown to-day in tears. 

A. A. Proctor 



274 

"IND words can never die ; 

Cherished and blest, 
God knows how deep they lie, 
Stored in the breast 



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DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Like childhood s simple rhymes, 
Said o er a thousand times, 
And in all years and climes 
Distant and near. 
Kind words can never die ; 
No, never die. 

Sweet thoughts can never die, 

Though, like the flowers, 
Their brightest hues may fly 

In wintry hours ; 
But when the gentle dew 
Gives them their charms anew, 
With many an added hue 

They bloom again. 
Sweet thoughts can never die ; 
No, never die. 

Our souls can never die ; 

Though in the tomb 
Our mortal bodies lie, 
Wrapt in its gloom. 
E en though the flesh decay, 
Souls pass in peace away, 
Live through eternal day 
With God above. 

Our souls can never die ; 
No, never die. 

Abby Hutchinson. 

275 

TO the work ! to the work ! we are servants of 
God; 

Let us follow the path that our Master has 
trod : 



WATCH AND WORK 



With the balm of His counsel our strength to 

renew, 

Let us do with our might what our hands find 
to do. 

Toiling on ! . . Toiling on ! . . 
Toiling on ! . . Toiling on ! . . 
Let us hope, . . Let us watch, . . 
And labour till the Master comes. 

To the work ! to the work ! let the hungry be 

fed, 

To the Fountain of Life let the weary be led : 
In the cross and its banner our glory shall be, 
While we herald the tidings, "Salvation is free!" 

To the work ! to the work ! there is labour for 

all, 

For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fall : 
And the name of Jehovah exalted shall be 
In the loud-swelling chorus, " Salvation is free /" 

To the work ! to the work ! in the strength of 

the Lord, 

And a robe and a crown shall our labour reward ; 
When the home of the faithful our dwelling 

shall be, 
And we shout with the ransomed, "Salvation is 

free!" 

F. J. Crosby. 

276 

"VTOW in life s breezy morning, 
JLM Here on life s sunny shore, 
To all the powers of falsehood 
We vow eternal war ; 

219 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Eternal hate to falsehood, 
And then, as needs must be, 
O Truth, O lady peerless, 
Eternal love to thee. 

All fair things that seem true things 
Our hearts shall aye receive, 
Not over quick to seize them, 
Nor over loth to leave. 

Not over loth or hasty, 
To leave them or to seize, 
Not eager still to wander, 
Nor clinging still to ease. 

But one vow links us ever 
That whatso er shall be, 
Nor life nor death shall sever 
Our souls, O Truth, from thee ! 

E. Myers. 

277 

!OW in the morn Thy seed, 
At eve hold not thine hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 
Broadcast it o er the land. 



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Thou know st not which may thrive, 
The late or early sown ; 
Grace keeps the chosen germ alive, 
When and wherever strown. 

And duly shall appear, 
In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
And the full com at length. 



A LITTLE WHILE 



Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

Hence, when the glorious end, 
The day of God, is come, 
The angel-reapers shall descend, 
And heaven cry, Harvest-home ! 

J. Montgomery. 

278 

OFOR the peace that floweth as a river, 
Making life s desert places bloom and smile ! 
O for the faith to grasp heaven s bright "for 

ever " 
Amid the shadows of earth s "little while !" 

"A little while" for patient vigil-keeping, 
To face the storm, and wrestle with the strong ; 

" A little while " to sow the seed with weeping, 
Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest- 
song. 

"A little while " the earthen pitcher taking 
To wayside brooks, from far-off fountains fed ; 

Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking 
Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head. 

"A little while " to keep the oil from failing, 
"A little while" faith s flickering lamp to 

trim ; 
And then the Bridegroom s coming footsteps 

hailing, 

We ll haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn. 

Jane Crewdson. 



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279 



things shall be ! a loftier race 
J_ Than e er the world hath known shall rise, 
With flame of freedom in their souls 
And light of knowledge in their eyes. 

They shall be gentle, brave, and strong 
To spill no drop of blood, but dare 

All that may plant man s lordship firm 
On earth, and fire, and sea, and air. 

Nation with nation, land with land, 
Unarmed shall live as comrades free ; 

In every heart and brain shall throb 
The pulse of one fraternity. 

Man shall love man with heart as pure 
And fervent as the young-eyed throng 

Who chant their heavenly psalms before 
God s face with undiscordant song. 

New arts shall bloom of loftier mould, 
And mightier music thrill the skies, 

And every life shall be a song, 
When all the earth is paradise. 

There shall be no more sin, nor shame, 
Though pain and passion may not die ; 

For man shall be at one with God 
In bonds of firm necessity. 

J. A. Symonds. 

280 

nniME was I shrank from what was right, 
\_ Through fear of what was wrong; 
I would not brave the sacred fight, 
Because the foe was strong. 



HIS PRECEPT 



But now I cast that finer sense 

And sorer shame aside ; 
Such dread of sin was indolence, 

Such aim of Heaven wa>s pride. 

So, when my Saviour calls, I rise, 

And calmly do my best ; 
Leaving to Him, with silent eyes 

Of hope, and fear, the rest. 

I step, I mount where He has led ; 

Men count my haltings o er ; 
I know them ; yet, though self I dread, 

I love His precept more. 

J. H. Newman. 

281 

QO here hath been dawning 
^J Another blue day; 

Think, wilt thou let it 

Slip useless away? 

Out of eternity 

This new day is born ; 
Into eternity 

At night will return. 

Behold it aforetime 

No eye ever did ; 
So soon it for ever 

From all eyes is hid. 

Here hath been dawning 

Another blue day; 

Think, wilt thou let it 

Slip useless away? 

Thomas Carlyle. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 

282 

WORKMAN of God, oh lose not heart, 
But learn what God is like ; 
And, in the darkest battle-field, 
Thou shalt know where to strike. 

Thrice blest is he to whom is given 

The instinct that can tell 
That God is on the field, when He 

Is most invisible. 

Blest too is he who can divine 

Where real right doth lie, 
And dares to take the side that seems 

Wrong to man s blindfold eye. 

God s glory is a wondrous thing, 

Most strange in all its ways ; 
And, of all things on earth, least like 

What men agree to praise. 

Muse on His justice, downcast soul, 

Muse, and take better heart ; 
Back with thine angel to the field, 

And bravely do thy part. 

For Right is Right, since God is God, 

And Right the day must win; 
To doubt would be disloyalty, 

To falter would be sin. 

F. W. Faber. 

233 

SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, 
And gird your armour on ; 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 
Through His eternal Son ! 



CEOSS AND CROWN 



Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 
And in His mighty power; 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
Is more than conqueror. 

Stand, then, in His great might, 
With all His strength endued ; 
But take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God ! 

That having all things done, 
And all your conflicts passed, 
Ye may o ercome, through Christ alone, 
And stand complete at last. 

From strength to strength go on, 
Wrestle, and fight, and pray; 
Tread all the powers of darkness down, 
And win the well-fought day! 

C. Wesley. 

284 

ONWARD! upward! Christian soldier! 
Turn not back, nor sheath thy sword ; 
Let its blade be sharp for conquest, 
In the battle for the Lord. 

From the great white throne eternal 

God Himself is looking down : 
He it is who now commands thee 

Take the cross and win the crown. 

Onward ! upward ! doing, daring 
All for Him who died for thee ; 

Face the foe, and meet with boldness 
Danger, whatsoe er it be. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



From the battlements of glory 
Holy ones are looking down ; 

Thou canst almost hear them shouting : 
"On! let no one take thy crown." 

On \vard! till thy course is finished, 
Like the ransomed ones before ; 

Keep the faith through persecution, 
Never give the battle o er. 

Onward ! upward ! till, victorious, 
Thou shalt lay thine armour down, 

And thy loving Saviour bids thee 
At His hand receive thy crown. 



F. J. Crosby. 



285 



HUME is earnest, passing by ; 
JL Death is earnest, drawing nigh 
Sinner, wilt thou trifling be ? 
Time and death appeal to thee. 

Life is earnest, when tis o er, 
Thou returnest never more : 
Soon to meet eternity, 
Wilt thou never serious be ? 



Christ is earnest, bids thee "come," 
Paid thy spirit s priceless sum : 
Wilt thou spurn thy Saviour s love 
Pleading with thee from above? 

Anon. 



LABOUR ON 

286 

COME, labour on : 
Who dares stand idle on the har 
vest plain, 

While all around him waves the golden grain ? 
And to each servant does the Master say, 
"Go work to day." 

Come, labour on : 

Claim the high calling angels cannot share ; 
To young and old the joyful tidings bear ; 
Redeem the time ; its hours too swiftly fly, 

The night draws nigh. 

Come, labour on : 

Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear ! 
No arm so weak but may do service here ; 
By hands the feeblest can our God fulfil 

His righteous will. 

Come, labour on : 

No time for rest till glows the western sky, 
While the long shadows o er our pathway lie, 
And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, 

"Servants, well done!" 

Come, labour on : 

The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure ; 
Blessed are those who to the end endure ; 
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be 

O Lord, with Thee ! 

Jane L. Borthwick. 



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287 

HAPPY home, where Thou art loved and 
dearest, 

Thou loving Friend, and Saviour of our race, 
And where among the guests there never cometh 
One who can hold such high and honoured 
place ! 

O happy home, where two in heart united 
In holy faith, and blessed hope are one, 

Whom death a little while alone divideth, 
And cannot end the union here begun ! 

O happy home, whose little ones are given 

Early to Thee, in humble faith and prayer, 
To Thee, their Friend, who from the heights of 

heaven 

Guides them, and guards with more than 
mother s care ! 

O happy home, where each one serves Thee, 
lowly, 

Whatever his appointed work may be, 
Till every common task seems great and holy, 

When it is done, O Lord, as unto Thee ! 

O happy home, where Thou art not forgotten 
When joy is overflowing, full and free, 

O happy home, where every wounded spirit 
Is brought, Physician, Comforter, to Thee. 



Until at last, when earth s day s work is ended, 
All meet Thee in the blessed home above, 

From whence Thou earnest, where Thou hast 

ascended, 
Thy everlasting home of peace and love ! 

C. J. P. Spit-tit, tr. Sarah L. Findlater. 



WORDS OF POWER 

288 

A FITLY spoken word, 
XTL It hath mysterious powers ; 
Its far-off echoes shall be heard 
Ringing through future hours. 

An honest, truthful word, 

It has a tongue of flame ; 
On wings of wind it flies abroad, 

And wins a heavenly fame. 

A gentle, gracious word, 

Tis music in the heart ; 
Thrilling its very inmost cord, 

Till tears unbidden start. 

Speak thou, then, lovingly, 

Out of a Christ-like soul ; 
Thy words a blessed balm shall be, 

To make the sin-sick whole. 

Speak, for the love of God- 
Speak, for the love of man ; 

The words of truth love sends abroad, 
Shall never be in vain. 

G. B. Bubier 

289 

SIMPLY trusting every day, 
Trusting through a stormy way ; 
Even when my faith is small ; 
Trusting Jesus, that is all. 

CHORUS : 

Trusting as the moments fly ; 
Trusting as the days go by ; 
Trusting Him, whate er befall ; 
Trusting Jesus, that is all. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Brightly doth His Spirit shine 
Into this poor heart of mine ; 
While He leads I cannot fall ; 
Trusting Jesus, that is all. 

Singing, if my way be clear ; 
Praying, if the path be drear ; 
If in clanger, for Him call ; 
Trusting Jesus, that is all. 

Trusting Him while life shall last ; 
Trusting Him till earth be past, 
Till within the jasper wall ; 
Trusting Jesus, that is all. 

Page. 

290 

ONE by one the sands are flowing, 
One by one the moments fall ; 
Some are coming, some are going, 
Do not strive to grasp them all. 

One by one thy duties wait thee, 
Let thy whole strength go to each ; 

Let no future dreams elate thee, 
Learn thou first what these can teach. 

One by one bright gifts from heaven, 
Joys are sent thee here below ; 

Take them readily when given, 
Ready, too, to let them go. 

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee ; 

Do not fear an armed band ; 
One will fade as others reach thee, 

Shadows passing through the land. 



FROM HEIGHT TO HEIGHT 



Every hour that fleets so slowly 

Has its task to do, to bear ; 
Luminous the crown, and holy, 

If thou set each gem with care. 

Hours are golden links, God s token, 
Reaching heaven ; but one by one 

Take them, lest the chain be broken 
Ere the pilgrimage be done. 

A. A. Proctor. 

291 

IJ OR WARD ! be our watchword, 
Steps and voices join d ; 
Seek the things before us, 

Not a look behind ; 
Burns the fiery pillar 

At our army s head ; 
Who shall dream of shrinking, 
By our Captain led ? 

Forward through the desert, 

Through the toil and fight ; 
Jordan flows before us, 
Sion beams with light. 

Forward, when in childhood 

Buds the infant mind ; 
All through youth and manhood, 

Not a thought behind ; 
Speed through realms of nature, 

Climb the steps of grace ; 
Faint not, till in glory 
Gleams our Father s face. 
Forward, all the life-time, 

Climb from height to height ; 
Till the head be hoary, 
Till the eve be light. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Forward, flock of Jesus, 

Salt of all the earth, 
Till each yearning purpose 
Spring to glorious birth ; 
Sick, they ask for healing, 

Blind, they grope for day : 
Pour upon the nations 
Wisdom s loving ray. 
Forward, out of error. 

Leave behind the night ; 
Forward through the darkness, 
Forward into light. 



Glories upon glories 

Hath our God prepared, 
By the souls that love Him 

One day to be shared ; 
Eye hath not beheld them, 

Ear hath never heard ; 
Nor of these hath utter d 
Thought or speech a word ; 
Forward, marching eastward, 

Where the Heav n is bright, 
Till the veil be lifted, 
Till our faith be sight, 



Far o er yon horizon 

Rise the city towers, 
Where our God abideth ; 

That fair home is ours : 
Flash the streets with jasper, 

Shine the gates with gold ; 
Flows the gladdening river 

Shedding joys untold. 



THE SONG OF TRIUMPH 



Thither, onward thither, 
In the Spirit s might ; 

Pilgrims to your country, 
Forward into light. 

Into God s high temple 
Onward as we press, 
Beauty spreads around us, 

Born of holiness ; 
Arch, and vault, and carving, 

Lights of varied tone, 
Soften d words and holy, 
Prayer and praise alone : 
Every thought upraising 

To our city bright, 
Where the tribes assemble 
Round the Throne of light. 

Nought that city needeth 
Of these aisles of stone ; 
Where the Godhead dwelleth, 

Temple there is none ; 
All the Saints, that ever 

In these courts have stood, 
Are but babes, and feeding 
On the children s food. 
On through sign and token. 

Stars amidst the night, 
Forward through the darkness, 
Forward into light. 

To the Eternal Father 

Loudest anthems raise ; 
To the Son and Spirit 

Echo songs of praise ; 



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To the Lord of glory, 

Blessed Three in One, 
Be by men and Angels 
Endless honours done : 
Weak are earthly praises : 
Dull the songs of night ; 
Forward into triumph, 
Forward into light ! 

II. Alford. 

292 

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 detile again ; 
The blood of Jesus Christ thy Lord 

Shall cleanse from every stain. 

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. 

Walk in the light, and e en the tomb 

No fearful shade shall wear ; 
Glory shall chase away its gloom, 

For Christ hath conquered there. 



THE POWER OF SONG 

Walk in the light, and thine shall be 
A path, though thorny, bright ; 

For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, 
And God Himself is light ! 

B. Barton 

293 

SING to the little children, 
And they will listen well ; 
Sing grand and holy music, 
For they can feel its spell. 

Sing at the cottage bedside 

They have no music there ; 
And the voice of praise is silent 

After the voice of prayer. 

Sing of the gentle Saviour 
In the simplest hymns you know, 

And the pain-dimmed eye will brighten, 
As the soothing verses flow. 

When you long to bear the message 
Home to some troubled breast, 

Then sing with loving fervour, 
" Come unto Me, and rest." 

Sing when His mighty mercies 

And marvellous love you feel, 
And the deep joy of gratitude 

Springs freshly as you kneel. 

Sing on in grateful gladness ! 

Rejoice in this good thing 
Which the Lord thy God hath given thee : 

The happy power to sing. 

Anon. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 

294 

T IFE is onward use it 
JLj With a forward aim : 
Toil is heavenly choose it, 

And its warfare claim. 
Look not to another 

To perform your will, 
Let not your own brother 

Keep your warm hand still. 

Life is onward never 

Dwell upon the past, 
It would hold you ever 

In its clutches fast. 
Now is your dominion 

Wear it as you please, 
Bind not the soul s pinion 

To a bed of ease. 

Life is onward try it 

Ere the day is lost ; 
It hath virtue try it 

At whatever cost. 
Hope and joy together, 

Standing at the goal, 
Through life s darkest weather, 

Beckon on the soul. 

Anon. 

295 

"HAT Thou wilt, O father, give ! 

All is gain that I receive ; 
Let the lowliest task be mine, 
Grateful so the work be Thine. 



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Let me find the humblest place 
In the shadow of Thy grace ; 
Let me find in Thine employ, 
Peace that dearer is than joy. 



THE NATURAL HABITUDE 



If there be some weaker one, 
Give me strength to help him on ; 
If a blinder soul there be, 
Let me guide him nearer Thee. 

Make my mortal dreams come true, 
With the work I fain would do : 
Clothe with life the weak intent, 
Let me be the thing I meant. 

Out of self to love be led, 
And to heaven acclimated ; 
Until all things sweet and good 
Seem my natural habitude. 

J. G. Whittier. 

296 

WITHOUT haste and without rest " ; 
Bind the motto to thy breast, 
Bear it with thee as a spell ; 
Storm or sunshine, guard it well ; 
Heed not flowers that round thee bloom ; 
Bear it onward to the tomb. 

Haste not : let no thoughtless deed 
Mar the spirit s steady speed ; 
Ponder well and know the right, 
Onward then with all thy might ; 
Haste not years can ne er atone 
For one reckless action done ! 

Rest not : life is sweeping by, 
Do and dare before you die ; 
Something worthy and sublime 
Leave behind to conquer time ; 
Glorious tis to live for aye, 
When these forms have passed away. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 

Haste not rest not ; calm in strife, 
Meekly bear the storms of life ; 
Duty be thy polar guide, 
Do the right, whate er betide ; 
Haste not rest not : conflicts past, 
God shall crown thy work at last ! 

Suggested by lines from Goethe. 

297 

rpHE sower went forth sowing, 
JL The seed in secret slept 
Through weeks of faith and patience, 

Till out the green blade crept ; 
And warm d by golden sunshine, 

And fed by silver rain, 
At last the fields were whiten d 

To harvest once again. 
O praise the heavenly Sower, 

Who gave the fruitful seed, 
And watch d and water d duly, 

And ripen d for our need. 

Behold ! the heavenly Sower 

Goes forth with better seed, 
The Word of sure Salvation, 

With Feet and Hands that bleed ; 
Here in His Church tis scatter d 

Our spirits are the soil ; 
Then let an ample fruitage 

Repay His pain and toil. 
Oh, beauteous is the harvest 

Wherein all goodness thrives, 
And this the true thanksgiving, 

The first-fruits of our lives. 



THE SOWER 

Within a hallow d acre 

He sows yet other grain, 
When peaceful earth receiyeth 

The dead He died to gain ; 
For though the growth be hidden, 

We know that they shall rise ; 
Yea, even now they ripen 

In sunny Paradise. 
O summer land of harvest, 

O fields for ever white 
With souls that wear Christ s raiment, 

With crowns of golden light ! 

One day the heavenly Sower 

Shall reap where He hath sown, 
And come again rejoicing, 

And with Him bring His own ; 
And then the fan of judgment 

Shall winnow from His floor 
The chaff into the furnace 

That flameth evermore. 
O holy, awful Reaper, 

Have mercy in the day 
Thou puttest in Thy sickle, 

And cast us not away. 

W. St. Hill Bourne. 
298 

BEAUTIFUL, my country ! 
Be thine a nobler care 
Than all thy wealth of commerce, 
Thy harvests waving fair : 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Be it thy pride to lift up 

The manhood of the poor ; 
Be thou to the oppressed 

Fair freedom s open door. 

For thee our fathers suffered, 

For thee they toiled and prayed ; 
Upon thy holy altar 

Their willing lives they laid ; 
Thou hast no common birthright, 

Grand memories on thee shine ; 
The blood of pilgrim nations 

Commingled flows in thine. 

() beautiful, my country ! 

Round thee in love we draw ; 
Thine be the grace of freedom, 

The majesty of law. 
Be righteousness thy sceptre, 

Justice thy diadem ; 
And on thy shining forehead 

Be peace the crowning gem ! 

F. L. Hosmer. 

299 

T when of God we ask 
For fuller, happier life, 
te sets us some new task 
Involving care and strife ; 
Is this the boon for which we sought ? 
Has prayer new trouble on us brought? 

This is indeed the boon, 
Though strange to us it seems : 

We pierce the rock, and soon 
The blessing on us streams ; 

For when we are the most athirst, 

Then the clear waters on us burst. 



LIFE S CHOICE 



We toil as in a field, 

Wherein, to us unknown, 
A treasure lies concealed, 

Which may be all our own: 
And shall we of the toil complain 
That speedily will bring such gain ? 

We dig the wells of life, 

And God the water gives ; 
We win our way by strife, 

Then He within us lives ; 
And only war could make us meet 
For peace so sacred and so sweet. 

T. T. Lynch. 

300 

ONCE to every man and nation comes the 
moment to decide, 
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the 

good or evil side ; 
Some great cause, God s new Messiah, offering 

each the bloom or blight, 
Parts the goats upon the left hand and the 

sheep upon the right, 
And the choice goes by for ever twixt that 

darkness and that light. 



Then to side with Truth is noble, when we 

share her wretched crust, 
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and tis 

prosperous to be just ; 
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the 

coward stands aside, 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is 

crucified, 
And the multitude make virtue of the faith 

they had denied. 



New occasions teach new duties : Time makes 
ancient good uncouth ; 

They must upward still and onward, who would 
keep abreast with Truth ; 

Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we our 
selves must Pilgrims be, 

Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through 
the desperate winter sea, 

Nor attempt the Future s portal with the Past s 
blood-rusted key. 

J. R. Lowell. 

301 

LET us with a gladsome mind 
Praise the Lord, for He is kind : 
For His mercy shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

He, with all-commanding might, 
Filled the new-made world with light : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

All things living He doth feed, 
His full hand supplies their need : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

He His chosen race did bless 
In the wasteful wilderness : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 



GOD S GREATNESS 



He hath, with a piteous eye, 
Looked upon our misery : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

Let us, then, with gladsome mind, 
Praise the Lord, for He is kind : 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

J. Milton. 

302 

AND now the wants are told, that brought 
J\. Thy children to Thy knee : 
Here lingering still, we ask for nought, 
But simply worship Thee. 

For Thou art God, the One, the same, 
O er all things high and bright ; 

And round us, when we speak Thy name, 
There spreads a heaven of light. 

() wondrous peace, in thought to dwell 

On excellence divine ; 
To know that nought in man can tell 

How fair Thy beauties shine ! 

O Thou, above all blessing blest, 

O er thanks exalted far, 
Thy very greatness is a rest 

To weaklings as we are ; 

For when we feel the praise of Thee 

A task beyond our powers, 
\Ve say, "A perfect God is He, 

And He is fully ours." 

243 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 



All glory to the Father be, 

All glory to the Son, 
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 

While endless ages run. 

W. Bright. 

303 

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. 

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. 

strengthen me, that while I stand 
Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee, 

1 may stretch out a loving hand 

To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 

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. 

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. 

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. 



TALENTS 



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 glory share. 

Frances R. Savergal. 

304 

r\ OD intrusts to all, 

VT Talents few and many ; 

None so young and small 

That they have not any. 
Though the great and wise 

Have a greater number ; 
Yet my one I prize, 

And it must not slumber. 

God will surely ask, 

Ere I enter heaven, 
Have I done the task 

Which to me was given? 
Little drops of rain 

Bring the springing flowers, 
And I may attain 

Much by little powers. 

Every little mite, 

Every little measure, 
Helps to spread the light, 

Helps to swell the treasure. 
God intrusts to all, 

Talents few and many ; 
None so young or small 

That they have not any. 

J. Edmeston. 



DISCIPLESHIP AND SERVICE 

305 

YE servants of the Lord, 
Each in his office wait, 
Observant of His heavenly Word, 
And watchful at His gate. 

Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame : 
Gird up your loins as in His sight, 
For awful is His Name. 

Watch ! tis your Lord s command, 
And while we speak, He s near ; 
Mark the first signal of His hand, 
And ready all appear. 

Oh, happy servant he, 
In such a posture found ! 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honour crown d. 

Christ shall the banquet spread, 
With His own royal hand, 
And raise that faithful servant s head 
Amid the angelic band. 

All glory, Lord, to Thee, 
Whom heav n and earth adore, 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God for evermore. 

P. Doddndge. 



THE HYMN OF PRAISE 

306 

SOWING the seed by the dawn-light fair, 
Sowing the seed by the noon-day glare, 
Sowing the seed by the fading light, 
Sowing the seed in the solemn night ; 
Oh ! what shall the harvest be ? 
Oh ! what shall the harvest be ? 

CHORUS : 

Sown ... in the dark . . . ness, or sown ... in the light, 
Sown...inourweak...ness,orsown...m ourmight, 
Gathered in time or eternity, 
Sure, ah ! sure, will the harvest be ! 

Sowing the seed by the wayside high, 
Sowing the seed on the rocks to die, 
Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil, 
Sowing the seed in the fertile soil : 
Oh ! what shall the harvest be ? 

Sowing the seed with an aching heart, 
Sowing the seed while the teardrops start, 
Sowing in hope, till the reapers come 
Gladly to gather the harvest home ; 
Oh ! what shall the harvest be ? 

E. S. Oakey. 



PRAISE 

307 

T^ OR the beauty of the earth, 
Jj For the glory of the skies. 
For the love which from our birth 
Over and around us lies ; 

Father, unto Thee we raise 
This our grateful hymn of praise. 



PRAISE 



For the wonder of each hour 

Of the day and of the night, 
Hill and vale, and tree and flower, 
Sun and moon and stars of light ; 
Father, unto Thee we raise 
This our grateful hymn of praise. 

For the joy of ear and eye, 

For the heart and mind s delight, 
For the mystic harmony 

Linking sense to sound and sight; 
Father, unto Thee we raise 
This our grateful hymn of praise. 

For the joy of human love, 

Brother, sister, parent, child, 
Friends 011 earth, and friends above, 
Pleasures pure and undefiled ; 
Father, unto Thee we raise 
This our grateful hymn of praise. 

For each perfect gift of Thine 
To our race so freely given, 
Graces human and divine, 

Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven ; 
Father, unto Thee we raise 
This our grateful hymn of praise. 

For Thy Church that evermore 

Lifteth holy hands above, 

Offering up on every shore 

Its pure sacrifice of love ; 

Father, unto Thee we raise 
This our grateful hymn of praise. 

F. S. Pierpoint. 



LOVE AT HOME 



308 



TPHERE is beauty all around, 
JL When there s love at home ; 
There is joy at every sound, 

When there s love at home. 
Peace and plenty here abide, 
Smiling sweet on every side. 
Time doth softly, sweetly glide, 

When there s love at home. 

CHORUS : 

Love at home, love at home, 
Time doth softly, sweetly glide, 
When there s love at home. 

In the cottage there is joy, 

When there s love at home ; 
Hate and envy ne er annoy 

When there s love at home. 

Roses blossom neath our feet, 

All the earth s a garden sweet, 

Making life a bliss complete, 

When there s love at home. 

CHORUS : 

Love at home, love at home, 
Making life a bliss complete, 
When there s love at home. 

Kindly heaven smiles above, 
When there s love at home ; 

All the earth is filled with love, 
When there s love at home. 

Sweeter sings the brooklet by, 

Brighter beams the azure sky; 



PRAISE 



Oh, there s One who smiles on high, 
When there s love at home. 

CHORUS : 

Love at home, love at home, 
Oh, there s One who smiles on high, 
When there s love at home. 

Jesus, make me wholly Thine, 

Then there s love at home, 
May Thy sacrifice be mine, 

Then there s love at home. 
Safely from all harm I ll rest, 
With no sinful care distressed, 
Thro Thy tender mercy blessed, 

With Thy love at home. 

CHORUS : 

Love at home, love at home, 
Thro Thy tender mercy blessed, 
With Thy love at home. 

Anon. 

309 

rpHERE is a book, who runs may read, 
J_ Which heavenly truth imparts ; 
And all the lore its scholars need, 
Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 

The works of God, above, below, 

Within us and around, 
Are pages in that book, to show 

How God Himself is found. 

The glorious sky, embracing all, 

Is like the Maker s love, 
Wherewith encompassed, great and small, 

In peace and order move. 



CLEAR SHINING 



T\vo worlds are ours ; tis only sin 

Forbids us to descry 
The mystic heaven and earth within, 

Plain as the sea and sky. 

Thou who hast given me eyes to see, 

And love this sight so fair, 
Give me a heart to find out Thee, 

And read Thee everywhere. 

J. Kebk. 



310 



SOMETIMES a light surprises 
The Christian while he sings 
It is the Lord who rises 

With healing in His wings. 
When comforts are declining, 

He grants the soul again 
A season of clear shining, 
To cheer it after rain. 

In holy contemplation, 

We sweetly then pursue 
The theme of God s salvation, 

And find it ever new; 
Set free from present sorrow, 

We cheerfully can say 
E en let th unknown to-morrow 

Bring with it what it may: 

It can bring with it nothing, 
But He will bear us through ; 

Who gives the lilies clothing, 
Will clothe His people too : 



PRAISE 



Beneath the spreading heavens 

No creature but is fed ; 
And He, who feeds the ravens, 

Will give His children bread. 

Though vine nor fig-tree neither 

Their wonted fruit shall bear; 
Though all the fields should wither, 

Nor flocks nor hards be there : 
Yet God the same abiding, 

His praise shall tune my voice ; 
For, while in Him confiding, 

I cannot but rejoice. 

W. Cowper. 



311 



WITH happy voices ringing, 
Thy children, Lord, appear; 
Their joyous praises bringing 
In anthems sweet and clear. 
For skies of golden splendour, 

For azure rolling sea, 
For blossoms sweet and tender, 
O Lord, we worship thee. 

What though no eye beholds thee, 

No hand thy hand may feel, 
Thy universe unfolds thee, 

Thy starry heavens reveal. 
The earth and all its glory, 

Our homes and all we love, 
Tell forth the wondrous story 

Of One who reigns above. 



MAGNIFY THE LORD 



And shall we not adore thee 

With more than joyous song, 
Xor live in truth before thee 

All beautiful and strong. 
Lord, bless our souls endeavour 

Thy servants true to be, 
And through all life, for ever, 

To live our praise to thee. 

W. G. Tarrant. 

312 

THE heaven of heavens cannot contain 
The universal Lord ; 
Yet He in humble hearts will deign 
To dwell and be adored. 

Where er ascends the sacrifice 

Of fervent praise and prayer, 
Or on the earth, or in the skies, 

The heaven of God is there. 

His presence there is spread abroad 

Through realms, through worlds unknown ; 

Who seeks the mercies of his God 
Is ever near His throne. 

W. Drennan. 

313 

mHROUGH all the changing scenes of life 
JL In trouble and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 

O magnify the Lord with me, 

With me exalt His name ! 
When in distress to Him I called, 

He to my rescue came. 

253 



PRAISE 



The hosts of God encamp around 

The dwellings of the just ! 
Deliverance He affords to all 

Who on His succour trust. 

O make but trial of His love ; 

Experience will decide 
How blessed are they, and only they, 

Who in His truth confide. 

Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then 

Have nothing else to fear! 
Make you His service your delight, 

Your wants shall be His care. 

Tate and Brady. 

314 

HAPPY are they, they that love God, 
Whose hearts have Christ confest, 
Who by His cross have found their life, 
And neath His yoke their rest. 

Glad is the praise, sweet are the songs, 

When they together sing ; 
And strong the prayers, that bow the ear, 

Of heav n s eternal King. 

Christ to their homes giveth His peace, 

And makes their loves His own, 
But ah ! what tares the evil one 

Hath in His garden sown. 

Sad were our lot, evil this earth, 

Did not its sorrow prove 
The path whereby the sheep may find 

The fold of Jesu s love. 



THE UNIVERSAL SONG 

Then shall they know, they that love Him, 

How all their pain is good; 
And death itself cannot unbind 

Their happy brotherhood. 

After Latin of Coffin. 

315 

WORSHIP the King 
All-glorious above ; 
O gratefully sing 

His poAver and His love ; 
Our Shield and Defender, 

The Ancient of days, 
Paviliori d in splendour, 
And girded with praise. 

O tell of His might, 

O sing of His grace, 
Whose robe is the light, 

Whose canopy space ; 
His chariots of wrath 

The deep thunder clouds form, 
And dark is His path 

On the wings of the storm. 

The earth with its store 

Of wonders untold, 
Almighty, Thy power 

Hath founded of old ; 
Hath stablish d it fast 

By a changeless decree, 
And round it hath cast, 

Like a mantle, the sea. 

255 



PRAISE 



Thy bountiful care 

What tongue can recite? 
It breathes in the air, 

It shines in the light ; 
It streams from the hills, 

It descends to the plain, 
And sweetly distils 

In the dew and the rain. 

Frail children of dust, 

And feeble as frail, 
In Thee do we trust, 

Nor find Thee to fail ; 
Thy mercies how tender! 

How firm to the end ! 
Our Maker, Defender, 

Redeemer, and Friend. 

O measureless Might, 

Ineffable Love, 
While Angels delight 

To hymn Thee above, 
Thy ransom d creation, 

Though feeble their lays. 
With true adoration 

Shall sing to Thy praise. 

Sir E. Grant. 



316 

OW thank we all our God, 

With heart, and hands, and voices, 
Who wondrous things hath done, 
In whom His world rejoices ; 



N 



BLESS THE LORD 



Who from our mother s arms 
Hath blessed us on our way 

With countless gifts of love, 
And still is ours to-day. 

O may this bounteous God 

Through all our life be near us, 
With ever joyful hearts 
And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
And keep us in His grace, 

And guide us when perplexed, 
And free us from all ills 
In this world and the next. 

All praise and thanks to God 

The Father now be given, 
The Son and Him who reigns 
With Them in highest heaven, 
The One Eternal God, 

Whom earth and heaven adore ; 
For thus it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore. 

M. Rinckart, tr. Q. Winkworth. 

317 

STAND up and bless the Lord, 
Ye people of His choice : 
Stand up and bless the Lord your God, 
With heart and soul and voice. 

Though high above all praise, 

Above all blessing high, 
Who would not fear His holy name, 

And laud and magnify? 



PRAISE 



Oh for the living flame, 

From His own altar brought, 
To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 

And wing to heaven our thought ! 

God is our strength and song, 

And His salvation ours ; 
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed 

With all our ransomed powers. 

Stand up and bless the Lord, 

The Lord your God adore ; 
Stand up and bless His glorious name, 

Henceforth for evermore. 

J. Montgomery. 

318 

THE spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their Great Original proclaim. 
The unwearied sun, from day lo day, 
Does his Creator s power display, 
And publishes to every land 
The work of an Almighty hand. 

Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 
While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings, as they roll, 
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 



THE DIVINE GIVER 



What though in solemn silence all 
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; 
What though no real voice or sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found ; 
In reason s ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing as they shine, 
"The hand that made us is Divine." 

J. Add i son. 



319 



LORD, we thank Thee for the pleasure 
That our happy lifetime gives, 
The inestimable treasure 
Of a soul that ever lives. 

Mind that looks before and after, 

Yearning for its home above, 
Human tears and human laughter, 

And the depth of human love. 

For the thrill, the leap, the gladness 

Of our pulses flowing free ; 
E en for every touch of sadness 

That may bring us nearer Thee. 

Teach us so our days to number 

That we may be lowly, wise ; 
Dreamy mist or cloud of slumber 

Never dull our heavenward eyes ! 

Hearty be our work and willing, 

As to Thee and not to men ; 
For we know our soul s fulfilling 

Is in heaven, not till then. 

T. W. Jex- Blake. 



PRAISE 

320 

ALL people that on earth do dwell, 
J\. Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, 
Come ye before Him and rejoice. 

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, 
Without our aid He did us make ; 

We are His flock, He doth us feed, 
And for His sheep He doth us take. 

O enter then His gates with praise, 
Approach with joy His courts unto, 

Praise, laud, and bless His name always, 
For it is seemly so to do. 

For why? the Lord our God is good, 

His mercy is for ever sure ; 
His truth at all times firmly stood, 

And shall from age to age endure. 

W. Kethe. 

321 

FOR common gifts we bless Thee, Lord, 
The hearing ear, the eye to see, 
Beauty for ever round us poured 
In sweet and varied ministry. 

We bless Thee for the wholesome air, 
For showers that fall and suns that warm, 

For darkness, and the truce to care 
Sleep brings with many a soothing charm. 

For gentle courtesies of life, 

For dear communion, friend with friend, 
Those hours with sacred meaning rife 

When love looks to no earthly end. 



THE MERCY OF THE LORD 



We yield Thee praise for sovereign power 
That steadies us o er gulfs of pain ; 

Shall we forget Thee in the hour 
That leads us back to Thee again? 

Let not our gratitude delay ^ 

Till good withheld constrains the prayer ; 
Give clearer vision, that we may 

Hold common blessings as if rare. 

C. M. Pad-wood. 

322 

BLESS the Lord, my soul ! 
Let all within me join, 
And aid my tongue to bless His name 
Whose favours are divine. 

O bless the Lord, my soul ! 

Nor let His mercies lie 
Forgotten in unthankfulness, 

And without praises die. 

Tis He forgives thy sins ; 

Tis He relieves thy pain : 
Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, 

And makes thee young again. 

He crowns thy life with love, 
When ransomed from the grave 

He that redeemed my soul from hell 
Hath sov reign power to save. 

He fills the poor with good ; 

He gives the suffrers rest : 
The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 

And justice for th opprest. 



PRAISE 



His wondrous works and ways 

He made by Moses known ; 
But sent the world His truth and grace 

By His beloved Son. 

I. Watts. 

323 

8 LORD of heaven and earth and sea, 
To Thee all praise and glory be : 
w shall we show our love to Thee, 
Giver of all? 

The golden sunshine, vernal air, 
Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare ; 
Where harvests ripen, Thou art there, 
Giver of all ! 

For peaceful homes and healthful days, 
For all the blessings earth displays, 
We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, 
Giver of all ! 

Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, 
But gav st Him for a world undone, 
And freely with that Blessed One 
Thou givest all. 

Thou giv st the Holy Spirit s dower, 
Spirit of life, and love, and power, 
And dost His sevenfold graces shoAver 
Upon us all. 

For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
For means of grace, and hopes of heaven, 
Father, what can to Thee be given, 
Who givest all ? 

C. Wordsworth. 



OUR ETERNAL HOME 

324 

QTHOU ! who art of all that is 
Beginning both and end, 
j follow Thee through unknown paths, 
Since all to Thee must tend : 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep 

Beyond all fathom-line ; 
Our wisdom is the child-like heart ; 
Our strength, to trust in Thine. 

We bless Thee for the skies above, 

And for the earth beneath, 
For hopes that blossom here below 

And wither not with death ; 
But most we bless Thee for Thyself, 

O heavenly Light within, 
Whose day-spring in our hearts dispels 

The darkness of our sin. 

Be Thou in joy our deeper joy, 

Our comfort when distressed ; 
Be Thou by day our strength for toil, 

And Thou by night our rest. 
And when these earthly dwellings fail, 

And Time s last hour is come, 
Be Thou, O God, our dwelling-place 

And our eternal home ! 

F. L. Hoswtr. 

325 

I SING the almighty power of God, 
That made the mountains rise ; 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 



PRAISE 



I sing the wisdom that ordained 

The sun to rule the day: 
The moon shines full at His command, 

And all the stars obey. 

There s not a plant or flower below, 
But makes Thy glories known ; 

And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from Thy throne. 

Creatures, as numerous as they be, 

Are subject to Thy care ; 
There s not a place where we can flee 

But God is present there. 

His hand is my perpetual guard, 

He keeps me with His eye : 
Why should I then forget the Lord, 

Who is for ever nigh ? 

I. Watts. 



326 



MY God, I thank Thee Who hast made 
The earth so bright, 
So full of splendour and of joy, 

Beauty and light : 
So many glorious things are here, 
Noble and right. 

I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made 

Joy to abound : 
So many gentle thoughts and deeds 

Circling us round : 
That in the darkest spot of earth 

Some love is found. 



HARK! HARK MY SOUL 



I thank Thee Lord, that Thou hast kept 

The best in store : 
I have enough, yet not too much 

To long for more : 
A yearning for a deeper peace 

Not known before. 

I thank Thee Lord, that here our souls, 

Though amply blest, 
Can never find, although they seek, 

A perfect rest, 
Nor ever shall, until they lean 

On Jesus breast. 

A. A. Proctor. 



327 



H 



ARK ! hark, my soul ! Angelic songs are 

swelling 

O er earth s green fields, and ocean s wave- 
beat shore : 
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are 

telling 

Of that new life when sin shall be no more. 
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night ! 

Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
" Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you 

come : " 
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly 

ringing, 

The music of the Gospel leads us home. 
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night ! 

- 65 K 3 



PRAISE 



Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 
The voice of Jesus sounds o er land and sea, 

And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, 
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to 
Thee. 

Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night ! 

Rest comes at length ; though life be long and 

dreary, 

The day must dawn, and darksome night be 
^ past ; 

Faith s journey ends in welcome to the weary, 
And heav n, the heart s true home, will come 

at last. 

Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night ! 

Angels ! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, 

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; 
Till morning s joy shall end the night of 

weeping, 
And life s long shadows break in cloudless 

love. 

Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night ! 

F. W. Faber. 

328 

ING the bells of heaven ! there is joy to-day 

For a soul returning from the wild ! 
See ! the Father meets him out upon the way, 
Welcoming His weary wand ring child. 



WHAT SHALL WE RENDER 



Glory ! glory ! how the angels sing ! 
Glory ! glory ! how the loud harps ring ! 
Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea, 
Pealing forth the anthem of the free. 

Ring the bells of heaven ! there is joy to-day, 
^ For the wanderer now is reconciled ; 
Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way, 
And is born anew a ransomed child. 

Ring the bells of heaven ! spread the feast to 
day ! 

Angels, swell the glad triumphant strain ! 
Tell the joyful tidings ! bear it far away ! 

For a precious soul is born again. 

W. 0. Gushing. 



W 



329 

rHAT shall we render, 

Our heavenly friend, to Thee, 
For care so tender, 
For love so free ? 
What shall we bring for all the love 

Thy rich and bounteous hand bestows? 
From Thee the source of joy and love, 
All light and blessing flows. 

What shall we render, our heavenly friend, to 

Thee, 
For care so tender, for love so free ? 

Lo ! the lofty mountains 

High to Thee their summits raise ; 
Sweet sparkling fountains 

Whisper Thy praise. 



PRAISE 



The pleasant fruits, the smiling flowers, 
To Thee their grateful offerings bring, 

And cheerful birds, with all their powers, 
To Thee sweet anthems sing. 

Earth s thousand voices 

Warble Thy lovely name, 
Nature rejoices, 

Praise to proclaim. 
Since we have spirits that must live, 

When all things else must fade and die, 
May we through life our service give, 
And sing Thy praise on high. 

Anon. 



THE LIFE BEYOND 
330 

SLEEP on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest ; 
Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour s 

breast ; 

We love thee well ; but Jesus loves thee best 
Good-night ! Good-night ! Good-night ! 

Calm is thy slumber as an infant s sleep ; 
But thpu shalt wake no more to toil and weep : 
Thine is a perfect rest, secure, and deep 

Good-night ! 

Until the shadows from this earth are cast ; 
Until He gathers in His sheaves at last ; 
Until the twilight gloom is overpast 

Good-night ! 



VIC TOE Y 



Until the Easter glory lights the skies ; 
Until the dead in Jesus shall arise, 
And He shall come, but not in lowly guise 

Good-night ! 

Until made beautiful by Love Divine, 
Thou in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine, 
And He shall bring that golden crown of thine 

Good-night ! 

Only "good-night," beloved not "farewell!" 
A little while and all His saints shall dwell 
In hallowed union, indivisible 

Good-night ! 

Until we meet again before His throne, 
Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own, 
Until we know even as we are known 

Good-night ! 

Sarah Doiidney. 

331 

FOR all the saints, who from their labours 
rest, 

Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, 
Thy name, O Jesu, be for ever blest. 

Hallelujah ! 

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their 

Might ; 
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought 

fight; 
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true 

Light. 

Hallelujah ! 



THE LIFE BEYOND 



O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, 
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, 
And win, with them, the victor s crown of gold. 

Hallelujah ! 

O blest communion, fellowship divine ! 
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ; 
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. 

Hallelujah ! 

And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, 
Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, 
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. 

Hallelujah ! 

The golden evening brightens in the west : 
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest ; 
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. 

Hallelujah ! 

From earth s wide bounds, from ocean s farthest 

coast, 
Through gates of pearl, streams in the countless 

host, 
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Hallelujah ! 

W. W. How. 

332 

"OW the labourer s task is o er ; 

Now the battle day is past ; 
Now upon the farther shore 
Lands the voyager at last. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 



THE FATHERS KEEPING 



There the tears of earth are dried ; 

There its hidden things are clear ; 
There the work of life is tried 

By a juster Judge than here. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

There the sinful souls, that turn 
To the Cross their dying eyes, 

All the love of Christ shall learn 
At His Feet in Paradise. 

Father, in Thy gracious keeping 

Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

There no more the powers of hell 
Can prevail to mar their peace ; 

Christ the Lord shall guard them well, 
He Who died for their release. 

Father, in Thy gracious keeping ^ 

Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

"Earth to earth, and dust to dust," 
Calmly now the words we say, 

Leaving him to sleep in trust 
Till the Resurrection-day. 

Father, in Thy gracious keeping 

Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

J. Ellerton. 

333 

IT singeth low in every heart, 
We hear it each and all, 
A song of those who answer not, 
However we may call. 

271 



THE LIFE BEYOND 



They throng the silence of the breast ; 

We see them as of yore, 
The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet, 

Who walk with us no more. 

Tis hard to take the burden up, 

When these have laid it down : 
They brightened all the joy of life, 

They softened every frown. 
But, oh ! tis good to think of them, 

When we are troubled sore ; 
Thanks be to God that such have been, 

Although they are no more. 

More homelike seems the vast unknown, 

Since they have entered there : 
To follow them were not so hard, 

Wherever they may fare. 
They cannot be where God is not, 

On any sea or shore ; 
Whate er betides, Thy love abides, 

Our God for evermore. 

J. W. CJmdwick. 

334 

BELOVED, it is well ! 
God s ways are always right, 
And love is o er them all, 
Though far above our sight. 

Beloved, it is well ! 

The path that Jesus trod, 
Though rough and dark it be, 

Leads home to heaven and God. 

Beloved, it is well ! 

Though deep and sore the smart, 
Our Father He will bind, 

And heal the broken heart. 



WEEP NO MORE 



Thy sorrow sanctified, 

Will bring thee God s own peace, 
If thou in Him abide. 

It is well ! It is well ! 

Anon. 

335 

WHO are these like stars appearing, 
These, before God s throne who stand ? 
Each a golden crown is wearing ; 
Who are all this glorious band ? 
Hallelujah ! hark they sing, 
Praising loud their Heavenly King. 

Who are these in dazzling brightness, 
Clothed in God s own righteousness? 

These, whose robes of purest whiteness 
Shall their lustre still possess, 

Still untouched by time s rude hand ; 

Whence come all this glorious band ? 

These are they who have contended 
For their Saviour s honour long ; 

Wrestling on till life was ended, 
Following not the sinful throng : 

These, who well the fight sustained, 

Triumph by the Lamb have gained. 

These are they whose hearts were riven, 
Sore with woe and anguish tried ; 

Who in prayer full oft have striven 
With the God they glorified : 

Now, their painful conflict o er, 

God has bid them weep no more. 

H. T. Schenl: tr. F. E. Cox. 



THE LIFE BEYOND 

336 

" TTE is not dead," but only lieth sleeping 
XI In the sweet refuge of His Master s 
breast, 

And far away from sorrow, toil, and weeping, 
"He is not dead," but only taking rest. 

What though the highest hopes he dearly 

cherished, 

All faded gently as the setting sun ; 
What though our own fond expectations 

perished, 
Ere yet life s noblest labour seemed begun ; 

What though he standeth at no earthly altar- 
Yet in white raiment, on the golden floor, 

Where love is perfect, and no step can falter, 
He serveth as a Priest for evermore ! 



O glorious end of life s short day of sadness ! 

O blessed course so well and nobly run ! 
O home of true and everlasting gladness ! 

O crown unfading ! and so early won ! 

Though tears will fall, we bless Thee, O our 

Father, 

For the dear one for ever with the blest, 
And wait the Easter dawn when Thou shall 

gather 
Thine own, long parted, to their endless rest. 

R. H. Baynes. 



ALIVE UNTO GOD 

337 

FOR ever with the Lord ! 
Amen ! so let it be ! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 
Tis immortality ! 

My Father s house on high, 
Home of my soul ! how near, 
At times, to faith s foreseeing eye, 
Thy golden gates appear ! 

" For ever with the Lord ! " 
Father, if tis Thy will, 
The promise of that faithful word, 
E en here to me fulfil. 

Be Thou at my right hand, 
Then can I never fail ; 
Uphold Thou me, so shall I stand, 
Fight, and I must prevail. 

So when my latest breath 
Shall rend the veil in twain, 
By death I shall escape from death, 
And life eternal gain. 

Knowing as I am known, 
How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the throne, 
For ever with the Lord ! 

J. Montgomery. 

338 

OD of the living, in whose eyes, 
Unveil d Thy whole creation lies ; 
All souls are Thine, we must not say, 
That those are dead who pass away, 
From this our world of flesh set free, 
We know them living unto Thee. 



THE LIFE BEYOND 



Released from earthly toil and strife, 

With Thee is living still their life ; 

Thine are their thoughts, their works, their 

praise, 

All Thine, and yet most truly ours ; 
For well we know, where er they be, 
Our dead are living unto Thee. 

Not spilt like water on the ground, 
Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, 
Not wandering in unknown despair, 
Beyond Thy voice, Thy arm, Thy care ; 
Not left to lie like fallen tree, 
Not dead, but living unto Thee. 

Thy will be done, for Thou art just, 
To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust ; 
And bless Thee for the love which gave 
Thy Son to fill a human grave, 
That none might fear that world to see, 
Where all are living unto Thee. 

O breather into man of breath ! 

O holder of the keys of death, 

O Giver of the life within, 

Save us from death, the death of sin ; 

That body, soul, and spirit be 

For ever living unto Thee. 

J. Ellerton. 



339 

TO die is gain ! " 
All earthly cares forsaking ; 
From toil and pain, to endless joy awaking 
To die is gain ! 



TO DIE IS GAIN 



"To die is gain !" 

My weary soul home bringing, 
O er heavenly plain sweet angel-voices ringing ; 
To die is gain ! 

"To die is gain ! " 

From strife and sin to sever, 
With Christ to reign, for ever, oh ! for ever ; 
To die is gain ! 

Anon. 

CHILDREN S HYMNS 
340 

i THINK when I read that sweet story of old, 
When Jesus was here among men, 
ow He called little children as lambs to His 

fold; 
I should like to have been with Him then. 

I wish that His hands had been placed on my 

head, 

That His arms had been thrown around me, 
And that I might have seen His kind look when 

He said, 
" Let the little ones come unto Me." 

Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, 

And ask for a share of His love ; 
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, 

I shall see Him and hear Him above 

In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare, 
For all who are washed and forgiven ; 

And many dear children are gathering there, 
For "of such is the kingdom of heaven." 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



But thousands and thousands, who wander and 

fall, 

Never heard of that heavenly home : 
I should like them to know there is room for 

them all, 
And that Jesus has bid them to come. 

T long for that blessed and glorious time, 
The fairest, and brightest, and best ; 

When the dear little children of every clime 
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest. 

Jemima Luke. 

341 

r\ ENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, 
\JT Look upon a little child, 
Pity my simplicity ; 
Suffer me to come to Thee. 

Fain I would to Thee be brought ; 
Dearest Lord, forbid it not : 
In the kingdom of Thy grace 
Give a little child a place. 

Oh, supply my every want ! 
Feed the young and tender plant ; 
Day and night my keeper be ; 
Every moment watch round me. 

C. Wesley. 

342 

TESUS bids us shine with a clear pure light, 
tJ Like a little candle burning in the night ; 
In this world of darkness we must shine 
You in your small corner, and I in mine. 



LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE 



Jesus bids us shine, first of all for Him ; 
Well He sees and knows it, if our light is dim ; 
He looks down from heaven, to see us shine 
You in your small corner, and I in mine. 

Jesus bids us shine, then, for all around, 
Many kinds of darkness in this world abound : 
Sin and want and sorrow ; so we must shine 
You in your small corner, and I in mine. 

A.N. 

343 

WHERE is Jesus, little children ? 
Is He up in heaven ? 
Has God taken back the present 
Which of old was given? 

Where is Jesus, little children ? 

Is He in a book ? 
Has He ceased to talk to people, 

And on them to look? 

Where is Jesus, little children ? 

With us evermore, 
He is here, and we may find Him 

Shut within this door. 

Jesus is a lovely Spirit, 

Lowly, pure, and kind ; 
Feeling in the hearts of people, 

Thinking in their mind. 

Self-forgetting, gentle mercy, 

Love that will not die, 
These reveal the heart of Jesus, 

Tell us He is nigh. 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



Shut within the souls of children, 

Jesus makes His home ; 
Where the heart has heard Him knocking. 

And has bid Him come. 

Jesus, make in us Thy dwelling, 

Come with us to live, 
And to each and all our doings 

Thy dear beauty give. 

B. Waitgh. 

344 

WHEN His salvation bringing, 
To Zion Jesus came, 
The children all stood singing 

Hosanna to His name ; 
Nor did their zeal offend Him, 

But, as He rode along, 
He let them still attend Him, 
And smiled to hear their song, 

Hosanna to Jesus they sang. 

And since the Lord retaineth, 

His love for children still ; 
Though now as King He reigneth 

On Zion s heavenly hill : 
We ll flock around His banner, 

Who sits upon the throne, 
And cry aloud, Hosanna ! 

To David s royal Son ; 

Hosanna to Jesus we ll sing. 

For should we fail proclaiming 
Our great Redeemer s praise, 

The stones, our silence shaming 
Would their Hosarinas raise. 



THE WORD OF THE LORD 



But shall we only render, 

The tribute of our words ? 
No, while our hearts are tender, 
They too shall be the Lord s : 

Hosanna to Jesus our King ! 

T. King. 

345 

THY Word is like a garden, Lord, 
With flowers bright and fair ; 
And every one who seeks may pluck 
A lovely nosegay there. 

Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine ; 

And jewels rich and rare 
Are hidden in its mighty depths, 

For ev ry searcher there. 

Thy Word is like the starry host ; 

A thousand rays of light 
Are seen, to guide the traveller 

And make his pathway bright. 

Thy Word is like a glorious choir, 

And loud its anthems ring ; 
Though many tongues and parts unite, 

It is one song they sing. 

Thy Word is like an armoury, 

Where soldiers may repair, 
And find, for life s long battle-day 

All needful weapons there. 

Oli, may I love Thy precious Word, 

May I explore the mine, 
May I its fragrant flowers glean, 

May light upon me shine ! 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



Oh, may I find my armour there, 
Thy Word my trusty sword ; 

I ll learn to fight with every foe 
The battle of the Lord ! 



E. Ilodder, 



346 



rPHERE is a green hill far away, 
JL Without a city wall, 
Where the dear Lord was crucified, 
Who died to save us all. 

We may not know, we cannot tell 

What pains He had to bear, 
But we believe it was for us 

He hung and suffer d there. 

He died that we might be forgiven, 

He died to make us good, 
That we might go at last to heav n, 

Saved by His precious Blood. 

There was no other good enough 

To pay the price of sin, 
He only could unlock the gate 

Of heav n, and let us in. 

Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved, 

And we must love Him too, 
And trust in His redeeming Blood, 

And try His works to do. 

C. F.Alexander 



THE HEAVENLY FRIEND 

347 

FAIR waved the golden corn 
In Canaan s pleasant land, 
When full of joy, some shining morn, 
Went forth the reaper-band. 

To God so good and great 
Their cheerful thanks they pour ; 
Then carry to His temple-gate 
The choicest of their store. 

Like Israel, Lord, we give 
Our earliest fruits to Thee, 
And pray that, long as we shall live, 
We may Thy children be. 

Thine is our youthful prime, 

And life and all its powers ; 

Be with us in our morning time, 

And bless our evening hours. 

In wisdom let us grow, 
As years and strength are given, 
That we may serve Thy Church below, 
And join Thy saints in heaven. 

J. H. Grurney. 

348 

rPHERE S a Friend for little children 
\ Above the bright blue sky, 
A Friend who never changeth, 

Whose love can never die ; 
Unlike our friends by nature, 

Who change with changing years, 
This Friend is always worthy 

The precious name He bears. 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



There s a rest for little children 

Above the bright blue sky, 
For those who love the Saviour, 

And Abba Father cry; 
A rest from every trouble, 

From sin and danger free, 
Where every little pilgrim 

Shall rest eternally. 

There s a home for little children 

Above the bright blue sky, 
Where Jesus reigns in glory, 

A home of peace and joy ; 
No home on earth is like it, 

Nor can with it compare, 
For every one is happy, 

Nor can be happier there. 

There s a song for little children 

Above the bright blue sky, 
A song that will not weary, 

Though sung continually; 
A song which even angels 

Can never, never sing, 
They know not Christ as Saviour, 

But worship Him as King. 

There s a robe for little children 

Above the bright blue sky, 
A harp of sweetest music, 

A palm of victory ; 
All, all above is treasured, 

And found in Christ alone, 
Oh, come dear little children, 

That all may be your own. 

A. Midlane. 



OBEDIENCE 

349 

SAVIOUR ! while my heart is tender, 
I would yield that heart to Thee ; 
All my powers to Thee surrender, 

Thine and only Thine to be. 
Take me now, Lord Jesus ! take me, 

Let my youthful heart be Thine : 
Thy devoted servant make me, 
Fill my soul with love divine. 

Send me, Lord where Thou wilt send me, 

Only do Thou guide my way; 
May Thy grace through life attend me, 

Gladly then shall I obey. 
Let me do Thy will or bear it, 

I would know no will but Thine ; 
Should st Thou take my life, or spare it, 

I that life to Thee resign. 

May this solemn consecration 

Never once forgotten be ; 
Let it know no revocation 

Registered, confirmed by Thee. 
Thine I am, O Lord, for ever, 

To Thy service set apart ; 
Suffer me to leave Thee never : 

Seal Thine image on my heart. 

J. Burton. 

350 

THE child leans on its parent s breast, 
Leaves there its cares, and is at rest ; 
The bird sits singing by his nest, 

And tells aloud 

His trust in God, and so is blest 
Neath every cloud. 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



He has no store, he sows no seed ; 
Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed ; 
By flowing stream or grassy mead 

He sings to shame 
Men, who forget, in fear of need 

A Father s name. 

The heart that trusts for ever sings, 
And feels as light as it had wings ; 
A well of peace within it springs : 

Come good or ill, 
Whate er to-day, to-morrow brings 

It is His will ! 

J. Williams. 



351 



ALL things bright and beautiful, 
J\ All creatures great and small, 
All things wise and wonderful, 
The Lord God made them all. 

Each little flower that opens, 
Each little bird that sings, 

He made their glowing colours, 
He made their tiny wings. 

The purple-headed mountain, 

The river running by, 
The sunset, and the morning 

That brightens up the sky ; 

The cold wind in the winter, 
The pleasant summer sun, 

The ripe fruit in the garden, 
He made them every one. 



THE STRAYING LAMB 



The tall trees in the greenwood, 
The meadows where we play ; 

The rushes by the water, 
We gather every day. 

He gave us eyes to see them, 

And lips that we might tell 
How great is God Almighty, 

Who has made all things well. 

C. F. Alexander. 



352 



A LITTLE lamb went straying, 
X\_ Among the hills one day, 
Leaving its faithful shepherd, 

Because it loved to stray ; 
And while the sun shone brightly 

It knew no thought of fear, 
For flowers around were blooming, 

And balmy was the air. 

But night came over quickly, 

The hollow breezes blew, 
The sun soon ceased its shining, 

All dark and dismal grew ; 
The little lamb stood bleating, 

As well indeed it might, 
So far from home and shepherd, 

And on so dark a night. 

But ah ! the faithful shepherd, 
Soon missed the little thing, 

And onward went to seek it, 
It home again to bring; 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



And sought on hill and valley, 
And called it by its name, 

He sought, nor ceased his seeking 
Until he found his lamb. 

Then to his gentle bosom, 

The little lamb he pressed, 
And as he bore it homeward 

He fondly it caressed ; 
The little lamb was happy 

To find itself secure ; 
And happy, too, the shepherd, 

Because his lamb he bore. 

And won t you love the Shepherd, 

So gentle and so kind, 
Who came from brightest glory, 

His little lambs to find ? 
To make them, oh, so happy. 

Rejoicing in His love, 
Till every lamb be gathered 

Safe in His home above. 

A. Midlane. 

353 

T ITTLE beam of rosy light, 

_Lj Who has made you shine so bright? 

" Tis our Father." 
Little bird with golden wing, 
Who has taught you how to sing? 

" Tis our Father." 

"Tis our Father, God above; 
He has made us, He is Love." 
Little blossom, sweet and rare, 
Who has made you bloom so fair? 

"Tis our Father." 



OUR FATHER 



Little streamlet in the dell, 
Who has made you, can you tell? 

"Tis our Father." 
" Tis our Father, God above ; 
He has made us. He is love." 

Little child, with face so bright, 
Who has made your heart so light ? 

"Tis our Father." 
Who has taught you how to sing 
Like the merry bird of spring? 

"Tis our Father." 
"Tis our Father, God above ; 
He has made us, He is love." 

F. J. Crosby. 

354 

T ITTLE drops of water, 
J_J Little grains of sand, 
Make the mighty ocean 
And the beauteous land. 

And the little moments, 

Humble though they be, 
Make the mighty ages 

Of eternity. 

And our little errors 

Lead the soul away 
From the paths of virtue, 

Far in sin to stray. 

Little deeds of mercy, 
Sown by youthful hands, 

Grow to bless the nations 
Far in heathen lands. 



355 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



Little deeds of kindness, 

Little words of love, 
Make our earth an Eden, 

Like the heaven above. 

Julia Carney. 



TESUS is our Shepherd, 
tJ Wiping every tear ; 
Folded in His bosom, 

What have we to fear ? 
Only let us follow 

Whither He doth lead, 
To the thirsty desert 

Or the dewy mead. 

Jesus is our Shepherd ; 

Well we know His voice ; 
How its gentle whisper 

Makes our heart rejoice ! 
Even when He chideth, 

Tender is His tone ; 
None but He shall guide us, 

We are His alone. 

Jesus is our Shepherd ; 

For the sheep He bled ; 
Every lamb is sprinkled 

With the blood He shed. 
Then on each He setteth 

His own secret sign, 
"They that have my Spirit, 

These," saith He, "are mine. 



OUR SHEPHERD 



Jesus is our Shepherd ; 

Guarded by His arm, 
Though the wolves may raven, 

None can do us harm ; 
When we tread death s valley, 

Dark with fearful gloom, 
We will fear no evil, 

Victors o er the tomb. 

H. Stoii-dl. 



356 

SUPPOSE the little cowslip 
Should hang its golden cup, 
And say, "I m such a tiny flower, 

I d better not grow up!" 
How many a weary traveller 

Would miss its fragrant smell ! 
How many a little child would grieve 
To miss it from the dell ! 

Suppose the glistening dewdrop 

Upon the grass should say, 
"What can a little dewdrop do? 

I d better roll away ; " 
The blade on which it rested, 

Before the day was done, 
Without a drop to moisten it, 

Would wither in the sun. 

Suppose the little breezes, 

Upon a summer s day, 
Should think themselves too small to cool 

The traveller on his way ; 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 



Who would not miss the smallest 

And softest ones that blow, 
And think they made a great mistake 

If they were talking so ? 

How many deeds of kindness 

A little child may do, 
Although it has so little strength, 

And little wisdom too ! 
It wants a loving spirit, 

Much more than strength, to prove 
How many things a child may do 

For others by its love. 

F. J. Crosby. 

357 

HUSHED was the evening hymn, 
The temple courts were dark ; 
The lamp was burning dim 

Before the sacred ark ; 
When suddenly a voice divine 
Rang through the silence of the shrine. 

The old man, meek and mild, 
The priest of Israel, slept ; 
His watch the temple child, 

The little Levite, kept ; 
And what from Eli s sense was sealed, 
The Lord to Hannah s son revealed. 

Oh ! give me Samuel s ear, 

The open ear, O Lord, 
Alive and quick to hear 

Each whisper of Thy word ; 
Like him to answer at Thy call, 
And to obey Thee first of all. 



THE HOLY WARFARE 



Oh ! give me Samuel s heart, 

A lowly heart, that waits 
Where in Thy house Thou art, 

Or watches at Thy gates, 
By day and night, a heart that still 
Moves at the breathing of Thy will. 

J. D. Burns. 

358 

WE are but little children weak, 
Nor born in any high estate ; 
What can we do for Jesus sake, 
Who is so High and Good and Great ? 

We know the Holy Innocents 
Laid down for Him their infant life, 
And Martyrs brave, and patient Saints 
Have stood for Him in fire and strife. 

We wear the cross they wore of old, 
Our lips have learn d like vows to make ; 
We need not die ; we cannot fight ; 
What may we do for Jesus sake ? 

Oh, day by day, each Christian child 
Has much to do, without, within ; 
A death to die, for Jesus sake, 
A weary war to wage with sin. 

When deep within our swelling hearts 
The thoughts of pride and anger rise, 
When bitter words are on our tongues, 
And tears of passion in our eyes ; 

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CHILDREN S HYMNS 



Then we may stay the angry blow, 
Then we may check the hasty word, 
Give gentle answers back again, 
And fight a battle for our Lord. 

With smiles of peace, and looks of love, 
Light in our dwellings we may make, 
Bid kind good-humour brighten there, 
And still do all for Jesus sake. 

There s not a child so small and weak 
But has his little cross to take, 
His little work of love and praise 
That he may do for Jesus sake. 

C. F. Alexander, 
359 

T OOKING upward every day, 
J_J Sunshine on our faces ; 
Pressing onward every day 
Toward the heavenly places. 

Growing every day in awe, 

For Thy name is holy ; 
Learning every day to love, 

With a love more lowly. 

Walking every day more close 

To our Elder Brother; 
Growing every day more true 

Unto one another. 

Leaving every day behind 

Something which might hinder ; 

Running swifter every day, 
Growing purer, kinder. 



OUR LEADER 



Lord, so pray we every day, 

Hear us in Thy pity, 
That we enter in at last 

To the Holy City. 

Mary Butler. 



360 



/CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
\J As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
Sing our Saviour s worthy praise, 
Glorious in His works and ways : 

We are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

Lift your eyes, ye sons of light, 
Sion s city is in sight ; 
There our endless home shall be, 
There our Lord we soon shall see. 

Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
On the borders of your land ; 
Jesus Christ, your Father s Son, 
Bids you undismayed go on. 

Lord ! obediently we go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only Thou our Leader be. 
And we still will follow Thee. 

J. Cennick, 



CHILDREN S HYMNS 

361 

WHEN He cometh, when He cometh, 
To make up His jewels, 
All His jewels, precious jewels, 
His loved and His own. 

Like the stars of the morning, 
His bright crown adorning, 
They shall shine in their beauty, 
Bright gems for His crown. 

He will gather, He will gather, 

The gems for His kingdom ; 
All the pure ones, all the bright ones, 

His loved and His own. 

Little children, little children, 

Who love their Redeemer, 
Are the jewels, precious jewels, 

His loved and His own. 

W. 0. Gushing. 

362 

OD make my life a little light 

Within the world to glow ; 
A little flame that burneth bright, 
Wherever I may go. 

God make my life a little flower, 

That giveth joy to all, 
Content to bloom in native bower, 

Although the place be small. 

God make my life a little song 

That comforteth the sad ; 
That helpeth others to be strong, 

And makes the singer glad. 



THE SAVIOUR S WELCOME 



God make my life a little staff, 

Whereon the weak may rest ; 
That so what health and strength I have, 

May serve my neighbours best. 

God make my life a little hymn 

Of tenderness and praise ; 
Of faith that never waxeth dim, 

In all His wondrous ways. 

Matilda Betham-Edwards. 

363 

HE smiled as He stretched out His arms in 
glad welcome, 
While little ones hastened to press round His 

knee, 
While He laid His kind hand 011 each little fair 

forehead, 

Saying, "Suffer the children to come unto 
Me." 

He loved them e en then, though His heart was 

distressed, 

He loveth them still in their innocent glee ; 
And still does He utter those words of sweet 

welcome, 
Oh, " Suffer the children to come unto Me." 

Send not from My presence the children : I love 

them, 

And they shall be happy, and joyous, and free: 
But bring them where blessings from heaven 

are dropping, 

Oh, " Suffer the children to come unto Me." 

Anon. 

297 T 

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SEASONS 
364 

TJHE glory of the spring, how sweet ! 
The new-born life, how glad ! 
What joy the happy earth to greet, 
In new, bright raiment clad ! 

Divine Renewer, Thee I bless ; 

I greet Thy going forth ; 
I love Thee in the loveliness 

Of Thy renewed earth. 

But O, these wonders of Thy grace, 
These nobler works of Thine ; 

These marvels sweeter far to trace, 
These new births more divine. 

This new-born glow of faith so strong, 

This bloom of love so fair-; 
This new-born ecstacy of song 

And fragrancy of prayer ! 

Creator, Spirit, work in me 
These wonders sweet of Thine ; 

Divine Renewer, graciously 
Renew this heart of mine. 

T. H. Gill. 

365 

rPHE summer days are come again ; 
JL Once more the glad earth yields 
Her golden wealth of ripening grain, 

And breath of clover fields ; 
And deepening shade of summer woods, 

And glow of summer air, 
And winging thoughts, and happy moods 

Of love and joy and prayer. 



NATURE S PRAISES 



The summer days are come again ; 

The birds are on the wing ; 
God s praises, in their loving strain, 

Unconsciously they sing. 
We know who giveth all the good 

That doth our cup o erbrim ; 
For summer joy in field and wood, 

We lift our song to Him. 

S. Longfellow. 



366 



SUMMER suns are glowing, 
Over land and sea, 
Happy light is flowing 
Bountiful and free. 

Every thing rejoices 

In the mellow rays, 
All earth s thousand voices 

Swell the psalm of praise. 

God s free mercy streameth 

Over all the world, 
And His banner gleameth 

Everywhere unfurled. 

Broad, and deep, and glorious, 
As the heaven above, 

Shines in might victorious 
His eternal love. 

Lord, upon our blindness, 
Thy pure radiance pour ; 

For Thy loving-kindness, 
Make us love Thee more. 



SEASONS 



And when clouds are drifting 

Dark across our sky, 
Then, the mist uplifting, 

Father, be Thou nigh. 

We will never doubt Thee, 
Though Thou veil Thy light : 

Life is dark without Thee ; 
Death with Thee is bright. 

Light of Light ! shine o er us 

On our pilgrim way, 
Go Thou still before us 

To the endless day. 

W. W. How. 

367 

I BATHER of mercies, God of love, 
Whose gifts all creatures share, 
The rolling seasons as they move 
Proclaim Thy constant care. 

When in the bosom of the earth 

The sower hid the grain, 
Thy goodness mark d its secret birth, 

And sent the early rain. 

The spring s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, 

The seasons knew Thy call : 
Thou mad st the summer sun to shine, 

The summer dews to fall. 

Thy gifts of mercy from above 

Matured the swelling grain ; 
And now the harvest crowns Thy love 

And plenty fills the plain. 



THE RENEWING OF LIFE 



O ne er may our forgetful hearts 
O erlook Thy bounteous care, 

But what our Father s hand imparts 
Still own in praise and prayer. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God Whom we adore, 
Be glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore. 

Alice Flowerdew 
368 

KIXDLY Spring again is here, 
Trees and fields in bloom appear ; 
Hark ! the birds, with artless lays, 
Sing their great Creator s praise. 

Where in Winter all was snow, 
Now the flowers in cluster grow ; 
And the corn, in green array, 
Promises a harvest-day. 

Lord, vouchsafe a Spring to me ; 
Let me be like that I see ; 
Speak, and by Thy gracious voice, 
Make my drooping soul rejoice. 

Give to me the breath of life, 
Joy for mourning, peace for strife ; 
Soon Thy presence will restore 
Life to what seemed dead before. 

J. Newton. 

369 

TIS winter now ; the fallen snow 
Has left the heavens all coldly clear ; 
Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow, 
And all the earth lies dead and drear. 



SEASONS 



And yet God s love is not withdrawn ; 

His life within the keen air breathes, 
His beauty paints the crimson dawn, 

And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths. 

And though abroad the sharp winds blow, 
And skies are chill, and frosts are keen, 

Home closer draws her circle now, 
And warmer glows her light within. 

O God ! who giv st the winter s cold, 
As well as summer s joyous rays, 

Us warmly in Thy love enfold, 
And keep us through life s wintry days. 

S. Longfellow. 

370 

THE flowers which deck my pathway round, 
And skirt the shady wood, 
Proclaim, as with a thousand tongues, 
That God is very good. 

The ripened fields of waving grain, 

For man and beast assigned, 
Tell that the great Creator is 

Not only good, but kind. 

The glorious sun and peerless moon, 
And stars that round them wait, 

Prove God to be not only good 
And kind, but very great. 

But oh ! the cross where Jesus hung, 

Doth yet more strongly prove, 
That though so good, and kind, and great, 

The mighty God is Love. 

A. Midi cine. 



RIPENED FIELDS 

371 

T!HE year is swiftly waning ; 
The summer days are past ; 
And life, brief life, is speeding ; 
The end is nearing fast. 

The ever-changing seasons, 

In silence come and go ; 
But Thou, Eternal Father, 

No time or change canst know. 

O pour Thy grace upon us, 

That we may worthier be, 
Each year that passes o er us, 

To dwell in heaven with Thee. 

Behold the bending orchards, 

With bounteous fruit are crowned ; 

Lord, in our hearts more richly 
Let heavenly fruits abound. 

O by each mercy sent us, 
And by each grief and pain, 

By blessings like the sunshine, 
And sorrows like the rain. 

Our barren hearts make fruitful, 

With every goodly grace ; 
That we Thy name may hallow, 

And see at last Thy face. 

W. W. How. 



SEASONS 

372 

HERE, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest, 
Bloom from the garden, and flowers from 
the field ; 

Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest 
More for the love than the wealth that we 
yield. 

Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying, 
Speak to their hearts with a message of peace, 

Comfort the sad who in weakness are lying, 
Grant the departing a gentle release. 

Raise, Lord, to health again those who have 

sickened, 

Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom ; 
Give, of Thy grace, to the souls Thou hast 

quickened, 
Gladness for sorrow, and brightness for gloom. 

We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must 

wither ; 
We, like these blossoms, must fade and must 

die ; 

Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever. 
Grant us a place in Thy home in the sky. 

A. a. W. Blunt. 

373 

WE plough the fields, and scatter 
The good seed on the land, 
And it is fed and watered 
By God s almighty hand ; 



GOOD GIFTS 



He sends the snow in winter, 

The warmth to swell the grain, 
The breezes and the sunshine, 
And soft refreshing rain. 
All good gifts around us 

Are sent from heaven above, 
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, 
For all His love ! 

He only is the Maker 

Of all things near and far, 
He paints the wayside flower, 

He lights the evening star ; 
The wind and waves obey Him, 

By Him the birds are fed ; 
Much more to us, His children, 

He gives our daily bread. 
All good gifts, etc. 

We thank Thee then, O Father, 

For all things bright and good, 
The seed-time and the harvest, 

Our life, our health, our food ; 
Accept the gifts we offer 

For all Thy love imparts, 
And, what Thou most desirest, 

Our humble, thankful hearts. 
All good gifts, etc. 

M. Claudius, tr. Jane M. Camphdl. 

374 

STANDING at the portal 
Of the opening year, 
Words of comfort meet us, 
Hushing every fear, 



SEASONS 



Spoken through the silence, 

By our Father s voice; 
Tender, strong, and faithful, 
Making us rejoice. 

Onward, then, and fear not, 

Children of the day; 
For His word shall never, 
Never pass away. 

"I, the Lord, am with thee, 

Be thou not afraid ; 
I will help and strengthen, 

Be thou not dismayed ; 
Yea, I will uphold thee, 

With My own right hand ; 
Thou art called and chosen 

In My sight to stand." 

For the year before us, 

O what rich supplies ! 
For the poor and needy. 

Living streams shall rise ; 
For the sad and sinful, 

Shall His grace abound, 
For the faint and feeble, 

Perfect strength be found. 

He will never fail us, 

He will not forsake ; 
His eternal covenant 

He will never break. 
Resting on His promise, 

What have we to fear ? 
God is all-sufficient 

For the coming year. 

F. R. Havergal. 



THE OPENING YEAR 

375 

r\ RE AT God, we sing that mighty hand, 
\JT By which, supported, still we stand : 
The opening year Thy mercy shows ; 
That mercy crowns it till it close. 

By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still are we guarded by our God ; 
By His incessant bounty fed, 
By His unerring counsel led. 

With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
The future, all to us unknown ; 
We to Thy guardian care commit, 
And, peaceful, leave before Thy feet. 

In scenes exalted or depressed, 
Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest ; 
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days. 

P. Doddridge. 



376 

BREAK, new-born year, on glad eyes break ! 
Melodious voices move ! 
On. rolling Time ! thou canst not make 
The Father cease to love. 

Our hearts in tears may oft run o er, 
But, Lord, Thy smile still beams ; 

Our sins are swelling evermore, 
But pardoning grace still streams. 



THE NEW YEAR 



Lord, from this year more service win, 

More glory, more delight ! 
O make its hours less sad with sin, 

Its days with Thee more bright ! 

Then we may bless its precious things, 

If earthly cheer should come ; 
Or gladsome mount on angel-wings, 

If Thou should st take us home. 

T. H. Gill. 

377 

THE year is gone beyond recall, 
With all its hopes and fears, 
With all its bright and gladdening smiles, 
With all its mourners tears. 

Thy thankful people praise Thee, Lord, 

For countless gifts received ; 
And pray for grace to keep the faith 

Which saints of old believed. 

To Thee we come, O gracious Lord, 

The new-born year to bless ; 
Defend our land from pestilence ; 

Give peace .and plenteousness. 

Forgive this nation s many sins ; 

The growth of vice restrain ; ^ 
And help us all with sin to strive, 

And crowns of life to gain. 

From evil deeds that stain the past 

We now desire to flee ; 
And pray that future years may all 

Be spent, good Lord, for Thee. 



DEDICATION 



O Father, let Thy watchful eye 

Still look on us in love, 
That we may praise Thee, year by year, 

With angel-hosts above. 

All glory to the Father be, 

All glory to the Son, 
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 

While endless ages run. 

F. Pott. 



378 



FATHER, let me dedicate 
All this year to Thee, 
In whatever worldly state 
Thou wilt have me be : 
Not from sorrow, pain, or care, 

Freedom dare I claim ; 
This alone shall be my prayer, 
"Glorify Thy Name." 

Can a child presume to choose 

Where or how to live ? 
Can a Father s love refuse 

All the best to give? 
More Thou givest every day 

Than the best can claim, 
Nor withholdest aught that may 

Glorify Thy Name. 

If in mercy Thou wilt spare 
Joys that yet are mine ; 

If on life, serene and fair, 
Brighter rays may shine ; 



THE NEW YEAR 



Let my glad heart, while it sings, 

Thee in all proclaim, 
And whate er the future brings, 

Glorify Thy Name. 

If Thou callest to the Cross, 

And its shadow come, 
Turning all my gain to loss, 

Shrouding heart and home ; 
Let me think how Thy dear Son, 

To His glory came, 
And in deepest woe pray on, 

"Glorify Thy Name." 

L. Tuttiett. 



379 



BACKWARD looking o er the past, 
Forward, too, with eager gaze, 
Stand we here to-day, O God, 
At the parting of the ways. 

Tenderest thoughts our bosoms fill ; 
^ Memories all bright and fair 
Seem to float on spirit wings, 
Downward through the silent air. 

Hark ! through all their music sweet, 
Hear you not a voice of cheer? 

Tis the voice of Hope which sings, 
"Happy be the coming year." 

Father, comes that voice from Thee, 
Swells it with Thy meaning vast, 

Good in all Thy Future stored, 
Fairer than in all the Past. 

J. W. Chadwick. 

310 



PRESSING FORWARD 

380 

FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace, 
Constant through another year ; 
Hear our song of thankfulness, 
Father and Redeemer, hear. 

Lo ! our sins on Thee \ve cast, 

Thee our perfect sacrifice ; 
And forgetting all the past, 

Press towards our glorious prize. 

Dark the future, let Thy light 
Guide us, bright and morning star ; 

Fierce our foes, and hard the fight, 
Arm us, Saviour, for the war. 

In our weakness and distress, 
Rock of Strength, be Thou our stay ; 

In the pathless wilderness, 
Be our true and living way. 

Whosoe er death s awful road, 
In the coming year shall tread; 

With Thy rod and staff O God, 
Comfort Thou his dying head. 

Keep us faithful, keep us pure, 
Keep us evermore Thine own ; 

Help, O help us to endure, 
Fit us for the promised crown. 

So within Thy palace gate, 

We shall praise on golden strings, 

Thee the only Potentate, 

Lord of lords, and King of kings. 

H. Downton. 



THE NEW YEAR 

381 

OUR Father ! through the coming year 
We know not what shall be ; 
But we would leave, without a fear, 
Its ordering all to Thee. 

It may be we shall toil in vain, 

For what the world holds fair ; 
And all its good we thought to gain. 

Deceive, and prove but care. 

It may be it shall darkly blend 

Our love with anxious fears, 
And snatch away the valued friend, 

The tried of many years. 

It may be it shall bring us days 

And nights of lingering pain, 
And bid us take our farewell gaze 

Of these loved haunts of men. 

But calmly, Lord, in Thee we rest ; 

No fears our trust shall move ; 
Thou knowest what for each is best, 

And Thou art perfect Love. 

W. Gaskell. 



382 

ING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, 

The flying cloud, the frosty light, 
The year is dying in the night ; 
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. 



RING OUT WILD BELLS 



Ring out the old, ring in the new, 
Ring, happy bells, across the snow : 
The year is going, let him go ; 

Ring out the false, ring in the true. 

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, 
For those that here we see no more ; 
Ring out the feud of rich and poor, 

Ring in redress to all mankind. 

Ring out a slowly dying cause, 
And ancient forms of party strife ; 
Ring in the nobler modes of life, 

With sweeter manners, purer laws. 

Ring out the want, the care, the sin, 
The faithless coldness of the times; 
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, 

But ring the fuller minstrel in. 

Ring out false pride in place and blood, 
The civic slander and the spite ; 
Ring in the love of truth, and right, 

Ring in the common love of good. 

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, 
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; 
Ring out the thousand wars of old, 

Ring in the thousand years of peace. 

Ring in the valiant man and free, 
The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; 
Ring out the darkness of the land, 

Ring in the Christ that is to be. 

A. Tennyson. 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 

333 

SLEEP, Holy Babe, upon Thy Mother s 
breast ; 

Great Lord of earth, and sea, and sky ; 
How sweet it is to see Thee lie 
In such a place of rest. 

Sleep, Holy Babe ; Thine Angels watch around ; 
All bending low with folded wings, 
Before the incarnate King of kings, 
In reverent awe profound. 

Sleep, Holy Babe, while I with Mary gaze 
In joy upon that Face awhile, 
Upon the loving Infant smile 
Which there divinely plays. 

Sleep, Holy Babe ; ah, take Thy brief repose ; 
Too quickly will Thy slumbers break, 
And Thou to lengthened pains awake 
That Death alone shall close. 

E. Caswall. 

384 

WHILE shepherds watched their flocks 
by night, 

All seated on the ground : 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

"Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 
Had seized their troubled mind, 

"Glad tidings of great joy I bring, 
To you and all mankind. 



THE WATCHING SHEPHERDS 



" To you, in David s town, this day, 

Is born of David s line 
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord ; 

And this shall be the sign : 

"The heavenly babe you there shall find 

To human view displayed, 
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 

And in a manger laid." 

Thus spake the seraph and forthwith 

Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, who thus 

Addressed their joyful song : 

"All glory be to God on high ! 

And to the earth be peace ! 
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men 

Begin, and never cease!" 

N. Tate. 

385 

SOLO : 
OOD King W 7 enceslas looked out 

On the Feast of Stephen ; 
When the snow lay round about, 

Deep, and crisp, that even ; 
Brightly shone the moon that night, 

Though the frost was cruel, 
When a poor man came in sight, 
Gathering winter fuel. 

SOLO: 
"Hither, page, and stand by me, 

If thou know st it, telling 
Yonder peasant, who is he ? 

Where and what his dwelling?" 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 



SOLO : 
"Sire, he lives a good league hence 

Underneath the mountain ; 
Right against the forest fence 

By Saint Agnes fountain. 

SOLO : 
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, 

Bring me pine logs hither, 
Thou and I will see him dine, 

When we bear them thither. " 

CHORUS : 
Page and monarch forth they went, 

Forth they went together, 
Through the rude winds wild lament 

And the bitter weather. 

SOLO : 
"Sire, the night is darker now, 

And the wind blows stronger ; 
Fails my heart, I know not how ; 

I can go no longer." 

SOLO : 
"Mark my footsteps good, my page, 

Tread thou in them boldly : 
Thou shalt find the winter s rage 

Freeze thy blood less coldly. ; 

CHORUS : 
In his master s steps he trod, 

Where the snow lay dinted ; 
Heat was in the very sod 

Where the Saint had printed. 



STAR OF THE EAST 



Therefore, Christian men, be sure, 

Wealth or rank possessing ; 
Ye who now will bless the poor, 

Shall yourselves find blessing. 

Traditional. 



386 

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the 
morning, 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 

Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining ; 

Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; 
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, 

Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 

Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion 
Odours of Edom and offerings divine, 

Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine ? 

Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; 

Richer by far is the heart s adoration, 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : 

Star of the East the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 

E. Heber. 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 

387 

SOLO : 

IX the old time, runs the story, 
There was once a wondrous night, 
When from out the unseen glory 

Burst a song of glad delight ; 
It was when the stars were gleaming, 

Shepherds watched their flocks, and then 
In their waking or their dreaming, 
Angels sang, "Good- will to men!" 

SOLO : 
Since that day the children s voices, 

Have caught up the glad refrain ; 
And to-night the heart rejoices, 

That the hour comes round again ; 
And the children are our angels, 

With one loud acclaim they cry ; 
Answering back the glad evangel s, 

"Glory be to God on high ! " 

CHORUS : 
Merry Christmas ! Merry Christmas ! 

Let us make the heavens ring ! 
Echo back the angel s message, 

With the songs the children sing ! 

M. J. Savage. 



388 



CAROL, sweetly carol, 
A Saviour born to-day ; 
Bear the joyful tidings, 
Oh, bear them far away ! 



CAROL, SWEETLY CAROL 



Carol, sweetly carol, 

Till earth s remotest bound 
Shall hear the mighty chorus, 

And echo back the sound. 

CHORUS : 

Carol, sweetly carol, 

Carol sweetly to-day; 
Bear the joyful tidings, 

Oh, bear them far away ! 

Carol, sweetly carol, 

As when the angel-throng, 
O er the vales of Judah, 

Awoke the heavenly song ; 
Carol, sweetly carol, 

Goodwill, and Peace, and Love, 
Glory in the Highest 

To God Who reigns above. 

Carol, sweetly carol, etc. 

Carol, sweetly carol, 

The happy Christmas-time ; 
Hark ! the bells are pealing 

Their merry, merry chime : 
Carol, sweetly carol, 

Ye shining ones above ; 
Sing in loudest numbers, 

Oh, sing redeeming Love ! 

Carol, sweetly carol, etc. 

Anon. 



319 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 

389 

GOOD Christian men, rejoice 
With heart, and soul, and voice, 
Give ye heed to what we say ! 

News ! News ! 
Jesus Christ is born to-day. 
Ox and ass before Him bow, 
And He is in the manger now. 
Christ is born to-day ! 
Christ is born to-day ! 

Good Christian men, rejoice 
With heart, and soul, and voice ; 
Now ye hear of endless bliss ! 

Joy ! Joy ! 

Jesus Christ was born for this ! 
He hath ope d the heavenly door, 
And man is blessed evermore. 

Christ was born for this ! 

Good Christian men, rejoice 
With heart, and soul, and voice ; 
Now ye need not fear the grave : 

Peace ! Peace ! 

Jesus Christ was born to save, 
Calls you one, and calls you all, 
To gain His everlasting hall : 

Christ was bom to save. 

J. M. Neale. 



390 



f\ LITTLE town of Bethlehem, 
\J How still we see thee lie ! 
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 
The silent stars go by ; 



LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM 



Yet in thy dark streets shineth, 

The everlasting Light ; 
The hopes and fears of all the years 

Are met in thee to-night ! 

For Christ is born of Mary, 

And gathered all above ; 
While mortals sleep, the angels keep 

Their watch of wondering love. 
O morning stars ! together, 

Proclaim the holy birth ; 
And praises sing to God the King, 

And peace to men on earth. 

How silently, how silently, 

The wondrous gift is given ! 
So God imparts to human hearts 

The blessings of His heaven. 
No ear may hear His coming, 

But in this world of sin, 
Where meek souls will receive Him, still, 

The dear Christ enters in. 

O holy Child of Bethlehem ! 

Descend to us, we pray ; 
Gist out our sin, and enter in, 

Be born in us to-day ! 
Wo hear the Christmas angels, 

The great glad tidings tell ; 
Oh, come to us, abide with us, 

Our Lord Emmanuel ! 

Phillips Brooks. 



M 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 

391 

THE first Nowel the Angel did say, 
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as 
they lay- 
In the fields where they lay, keeping their sheep, 
On a cold winter s night that was freezing so 
deep. 

CHORUS : 

Nowel, Nowel, Nowel, Nowel, 
Born is the King of Israel. 

They looked up, and saw a star, 
Shining in the East beyond them far ; 
And to the earth it gave great light, 
And so it continued both day and night. 

And by the light of that same star, 
Three wise men came from country far ; 
To seek for a King was their intent, 
And to follow the star wherever it went. 

This star drew nigh to the north-west, 
O er Bethlehem it took its rest ; 
And there did it both stop and stay, 
Right over the place where Jesus lay. 

Then entered in those wise men three, 
Fall reverently upon their knee ; 
And offered there, in His presence 
Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense. 

Then let us all with one accord, 

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord ; 

That hath made Heaven and earth of nought, 

And with His Blood mankind hath bought. 

Anon. 



THE HERALD ANGELS 

392 

HARK ! the herald angels sing 
Glory to the new-born King, 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
God and sinners reconciled ! 



Joyful all ye nations rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies ! 
With th angelic host proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem ! 

Christ by highest heaven adored, 
Christ the everlasting Lord ! 
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, 
Hail th incarnate Deity. 

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace 1 
Hail the Sun of Righteousness ! 
Light and life to all He brings, 
Risen with healing in His wings. 

Mild He lays His glory by, 
Born that man no more may die ; 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 

Come, Desire of Nations, come, 
Fix in us Thy humble home ; 
Second Adam from above, 
Reinstate us in Thy love. 

C. Wesley. 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 

393 

SOLO: 

SEE, amid the winter s snow, 
Born for us on earth below ; 
See, the tender Lamb appears, 
Promised from eternal years. 

CHORUS : 

Hail ! thou ever-blessed morn ; 
Hail ! redemption s happy dawn ; 
Sing through all Jerusalem, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

SOLO : 

Lo ! within the manger lies, 
He Who built the starry skies ; 
He, Who thrived in height sublime, 
Sits amid the cherubim ! 

Hail ! thou ever-blessed morn, etc. 



Say, ye holy shepherds, say, 
What your joyful news to-day ; 
Wherefore have ye left your sheep 
On the lowly mountain steep ? 

Hail ! thou ever-blessed morn, &c. 



" As we watched at dead of night, 
Lo ! we saw a wondrous light ; 
Angels singing peace on earth, 
Told us of the Saviour s birth." 

Hail ! thou ever-blessed morn, &c. 



PEACE ON EARTH 



Sacred Infant, all divine, 
What a tender love was Thine ! 
Thus to come from highest bliss, 
Down to such a world as this ! 

Hail ! thou ever-blessed morn, &c. 

Teach, oh, teach us, Holy child, 
By Thy face so meek and mild ; 
Teach us to resemble Thee, 
In Thy sweet humility. 

Hail ! thou ever-blessed morn, &c. 

Anon. 

394 

IT came upon the midnight clear, 
That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth, 

To touch their harps of gold ; 
"Peace to the earth, goodwill to men, 
From Heaven s All-gracious King : " 
The world in solemn stillness lay. 
To hear the angels sing. 

Still through the cloven skies they come, 

With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
And still their heavenly music floats 

O er all the weary world : 
Above its sad and lowly plains, 

They bend on heavenly wing ; 
And ever o er its Babel sounds, 

The blessed angels sing. 

Yet with the woes of sin and strife, 

The world has suffered long ; 
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 

Two thousand years of wrong ; 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 



And men, at war with men, hear not 
The love-song which they bring : 

O hush the noise, ye men of strife, 
And hear the angels sing. 

And ye, beneath life s crushing load, 

Whose forms are bending low ; 
Who toil along the climbing way 

With painful steps and slow ; 
Look now, for glad and golden hours 

Come swiftly on the wing : 
O rest beside the weary road, 

And hear the angels sing. 

For lo, the days are hastening on, 

By prophet-bards foretold ; 
When, with ever-circling years 

Comes round the age of gold ; 
When Peace shall over all the earth, 

Its ancient splendours fling ; 
And the whole world send back the song, 

Which now the angels sing. 

E. H. Sears. 

395 

/CHRISTIANS, awake, salute the happy morn, 

Vy Whereon the Saviour of the world was born ; 

Rise to adore the mystery of love, 

Which hosts of Angels chanted from above ; 

With them the joyful tidings first begun 

Of God Incarnate and the Virgin s Son. 

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, 
Who heard the Angelic herald s voice, "Behold, 



THE HAPPY MORN 



I bring good tidings of a Saviour s birth 
To you and all the nations upon earth : 
This day hath God fultill d His promised word, 
This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord." 

He spake ; and straightway the celestial choir 
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire : 
The praises of redeeming love they sang, 
And Heaven s whole orb with Alleluias rang : 
God s highest glory was their anthem still, 
Peace upon earth, and unto men good will. 

To Bethlehem straight the enlighten d shep 
herds ran, 

To see the wonder God had wrought for man, 
And found, with Joseph and the Blessed Maid, 
Her Son, the Saviour, in a manger laid : 
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return, 
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn. 

O may we keep and ponder in our mind 
God s wondrous love in saving lost mankind ; 
Trace we the Babe, Who hath retrieved our loss, 
From His poor manger to His bitter Cross ; 
Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace, 
Till man s tirst heavenly state again takes place. 

Then may we hope, the Angelic hosts among, 
To sing, redeem d, a glad triumphal song : 
He that was born upon this joyful day 
Around us all His glory shall display : 
Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing 
Eternal praise to Heav n s Almighty King. 

J. Bt oni. 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 

396 

AS with gladness men of old 
XJL Did the guiding star behold, 
As with joy they hailed its light, 
Leading onward, beaming bright ; 
So, most gracious Lord, may we 
Evermore be led to -Thee. 

As with joyful steps they sped, 
Saviour, to Thy lowly bed, 
There to bend the knee before 
Thee whom heaven and earth adore ; 
So may we with willing feet 
Ever seek Thy mercy-seat. 

As they offered gifts most rare 
At Thy cradle rude and bare ; 
So may we with holy joy, 
Pure and free from sin s alloy, 
All our costliest treasures bring, 
Christ, to Thee, our Heavenly King, 

Holy Jesus, every day 
Keep us in the narrow way ; 
And, when earthly things are past, 
Bring our ransomed souls at last 
Where they need no star to guide, 
Where 110 clouds Thy glory hide. 

In the heavenly country bright 
Need they no created light ; 
Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, 
Thou its Sun which goes not down ; 
There for ever may we sing 
Alleluias to our King. 

W. Chatterton Dix. 



ROYAL DAVID S CITY 

397 



f^NCE in royal David s city 
\J Stood a lowly cattle shed, 
Where a mother laid her baby 

In a manger for His bed : 
Mary was that mother mild, 
Jesus Christ her little child. 

He came down to earth from heaven 

Who is God and Lord of all, 
And His shelter was a stable, 

And His cradle was a stall ; 
With the poor, and mean, and lowly, 
Lived on earth our Saviour holy. 

And, through all His wondrous childhood, 

He would honour and obey ; 
Love, and watch the lowly maiden 

In whose gentle arms He lay. 
Christian children all must be 
Mild, obedient, good as He. 

For He is our childhood s pattern, 
Day by day like us He grew 

He was little, weak, and helpless, 
Tears and smiles like us He knew ; 

And He feeleth for our sadness, 

And He shareth in our gladness. 

And our eyes at last shall see Him, 
Through His own redeeming love ; 

For that child so dear and gentle 
Is our Lord in heaven above ; 

And He leads His children 011 

To the place where He is gone. 

3 - 9 M 3 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 



Not in that poor lowly stable, 

With the oxen standing by, 
We shall see Him ; but in heaven, 

Set at God s right hand on high ; 
When like stars His children crowned 
All in white shall wait around. 

C. F. Alexander, 



398 

OCOME, all ye faithful, 
Joyful and triumphant, 
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem ; 
Come and behold Him 
Born, the King of Angels ; 
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 



Sing, choirs of Angels, 

Sing in exultation, 
Sing, all ye citizens of heav n above : 

"Glory to God 

In the highest ;" 
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, 

Born this happy morning ; 
Jesus, to Thee be glory given ; 

Word of the Father, 

Now in flesh appearing ; 
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 

F. Oakdey tr. from Latin. 



GLORY TO GOD 



399 

SHEPHERDS, watching o er your flocks, 
As the darkness steals around ; 
Hark ! what melody divine, 
Floods the sky with wondrous sound. 

CHORUS : 
Gloria in excelsis Deo. 

Lift your wondering eyes to heaven, 
Choirs of Angels gathered there, 

In the solemn midnight hour, 
Break the stillness of the air. 

Gloria in excelsis Deo. 

Stay not on the bleak hill-side, 

Hasten, shepherds, to obey ; 
To adore your infant Child, 

Angels beckon you away. 

Gloria in excelsis Deo. 

Where the ox and ass are stalled, 
There a Babe in swaddling bands, 

You to greet, and you to bless, 
Lifts His tiny infant hands. 

Gloria in excelsis Deo. 



Kneel down shepherds, bow your heads, 

Deep the mystery of Love ; 
He is God and He is Man, 

Here on earth in heaven above. 

Gloria in excelsis Deo. 



CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND CAROLS 



Mary, Joseph, shepherds, too, 

Join the angel-choir on high ; 
Make heaven s highest arches ring 
Through the deep dark midnight sky. 
Gloria in excelsis Deo. 

Anon. 

400 

WHAT sudden blaze of song 
Spreads o er the expanse of heaven ! 
In waves of light it thrills along, 

Th angelic signal given: 
"Glory to God on high, on earth be peace 
And love towards men, of love, salvation and 
release ! " 

Like circles widening round, 

Upon a clear blue river; 
Orb after orb, the wondrous sound 

Is echoed on for ever: 
"Glory to God on high, on earth be peace 
And love towards men, of love, salvation and 
release !" 

,7. 



389 



INDICES 



INDEX OF 
AUTHORS AND TRANSLATORS 

The dates of the birth and death of the authors are given 
in brackets. Where a translator s name is given, (tr.) is added 
to the number of the Hymn. 

Adams, Sarah (1805-1848), 171. 

Addison, Joseph (1072-1719), 41, 47, 318. 

Alexander, Cecil Frances (1823), 80, 179, 340, 351, 358, 397. 

Alford, Henry, Dean (1810-1871) 219, 291. 

Alstyne, Van Frances J., 88. 

Anon., 15, 19, 113, 119, 129, 186, 187, 202, 211, 233, 272, 

285, 293, 294, 308, 329, 334, 339, 363, 388, 391, 393, 

399. 

Anstice, Joseph (1808-1836), 155. 
Auber, Harriet (1773-1862), 100. 
Austin, John (1613-1669), 114, 189. 
Ayres, 74. 

Baines, M. A., 55. 

Barnes-Mathews, M., 117. 

Barton, Bernard (1784-1849), 292. 

Bathurst, William Hiley (1796-1877), 203, 207. 

Baxter, Richard (1615-1691), 266. 

Bayncs, R. H., 336. 

Bickersteth, Edward Henry, Bishop (1825), 93, 95. 

Blake, T. W. Jex, 319. 

Blake, W. (1757-1827), 262. 

Bliss, P. P., 85, 92. 

Bloinfield, Dorothy (1858), 156. 

Blunt, Abel Gerald Wilson (1827), 372. 

Bode, John Ernest (1816-1874), 146. 

Bonar, Horatius (1808-1889), 83, 104, 106, 165, 176, 240, 

259, 269. 

Borthwick, Jane (1813), 154, 206, 286. 
Bourne, Dr., 192. 
Bourne, William St. Hill, 297. 
Bowley, 227. 



INDEX OF AUTHORS 



Bowring, Sir John (1792-1872), 42, 46, 69. 

Brady, Nicholas (1659-1726), 116, 313. 

Brainard, 56. 

B. R, 244, 314. 

Bright, William, C anon (1824\ 4, 302. 

Bronte, Anne (1819-1849), 190. 

Brooke, Augustus Stopford (1832), 63, 164, 210. 

Brooks, Phillips, Bishop (1835-1893), 390. 

Browne, S., 99. 

Bryant, William Cullen (1794-1878), 213. 

Bu bier, George Burden (1823-1869), 288. 

Burleigh, William Henry (1812-1872), 50, 216. 

Burman, Ellen Elizabeth (1837-1861*, 265. 

Burns, James Drummond (1823-1864), 185, 357. 

Burton, John (1773-1822), 349. 

Butler, Mary, 359. 

Byrom, John (1691-1763), 395. 

Campbell, Jane Montgomery (1817-1878), 373. 

Carlyle, Joseph Dacre (1758-1804), 196. 

Carlyle, Thomas (1795-1881), 281. 

Carney, Julia, 354. 

Cary, Phuibe (1824-1871), 166. 

Caswall, Edward (1814-1878), 10, 383. 

Cbadwick, John White (1840), 333, 379. 

Charles, Elizabeth, 235, 246. 

Cheney, Ednah Deane, 167. 

Clapp, Eliza T., 223. 

Claudius, Matthias (1740-1815). 373. 

Clephane, Elizabeth C. (1809-1863), 87. 

Cennick, John (1715-1755), 360. 

Codner, Mrs., 147. 

Coffin, tr. R. B., 314. 

Coghill, Annie L.. 261. 

Collyer, Robert (1823), 173. 

Cooper, George, 256. 

Cowper, William (1731-1800), 27, 73, 126, 161, 310. 

Cox, Frances Elizabeth, 194. 

Crewdson, Jane (1*09-1863). 198. 278. 

Crosby, F. J., 75. 84, 162, 275, 284, 353, 356. 

Cushing, W. O., 134, 328, 361. 



AND TRANSLATORS 



Dix, William Chatterton (1837), 82, 396. 

Doddridge, Philip (1702-1751), 33, 61, 305, 375. 

Doudney, Sarah (1842), 330. 

Downton, Henry (1818-1885), 380. 

Drennan, William (1754-1820), 312. 

Duffield, George (1818-1888), 260. 

Dwight, J. S. (1812), 234. 

Eber, Paul, 153. 

Edmeston, James (1791-18G7), 26, 120, 304. 

Edwards, Bcthani Matilda Barbara (1836), 362. 

Ellerton, John (1826-1893), 5, 13, 25, 151, 157, 163, 332, 

338. 
Elliott, Charlotte (1789-1871), 133, 191, 214, 226. 

Faber, Frederick William (1815-1863), 8, 36, 90, 168, 282, 

327. 

Fawcett, John (1739-1817), 125. 
Findlater, Sarah L., 287. 
Flowerdew, Alice (1759-1830), 367. 
Freckelton, F. W., 249. 
Furness, William Henry (1802), 31, 180. 

Gannett, William Channing (1840), 6, 52. 

Gaskell. William (1805-1884). 150, 247, 258, 381. 

Gerhardt, Paul (160G-167G), 148. 

Gilbert, Ann (1782-1866), 188. 

Gill, Thomas Hornblower (1819), 81, 364, 376. 

Gilmore, J. H., 43. 

Gladden. Washington (1836), 252. 

Goethe. Johann Wolfgang (1749-1832), 141, 296. 

Gould-Baring, Sabine (1834\ 12, 48, 255. 

Grant, Robert, Sir (1785-1838), 315. 

Gumey, John Hampden (1802-1862), 115, 347. 

Hangford. George Washington, 236. 

Hankey, 76. 

Hatch, Edwin L. (1889), 175. 

Havergal, Frances Ridley (1836-1879), 224, 257, 303, 374. 

Hawks, A. S. (1843), 122. 

337 



INDEX OF A UTHORS 



Hebcr, Reginald, Bishop (1783-1S26), 20, 242, 386. 

Hemans, Felicia Dorothea (1794-1835), 111. 

Herbert, George, 229. 

Hincks, Thomas (1818), 7. 

Hodder, Edwin, 345. 

Holmes, Oliver Wendell (1809-1894), 44, 127. 

Hosmer, Frederick Lucian (1835-1889), 28, 29, 30, 39, 40, 54, 

138, 174,264,298,324. 

How, William Walsham, Bishop (1823), 251, 331, 366, 371. 
Hutchinson, Abby, 274. 

Johnson, S., 160. 

Keble, John (1792-1866), 2, 23, 123, 309, 400. 

Kelly, Thomas (1769-1855), 51. 

Ken, Thomas, Bishop (1637-1711), 3, 9. 

Kethe, William (1561), 320. 

King, T., 344. 

Leeson, Jane Eliza (1807-1882), 271. 
Lloyd, William Freeman (1791-1853), 197. 
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth (1807-1882), 239. 
Longfellow, Samuel (1819-1892), 17, 18, 96, 159, 169, 268, 

365, 369. 

Lowell, James Russell (1819-1891), 300. 
Luke, Jemima (1813), 340. 

Lynch, Thomas Toke (1818-1871), 37, 103, 267, 299. 
Lyte, Henry Francis (1793-1847), 14. 

MacDonald, George (1842), 172, 181. 

Macleod Norman (1812-1872), 241. 

March, D , 243. 

Martineau, James (1805), 221. 

Matheson, George (1842), 177. 

Massie, R., 21. 

Maude, Mary F. (1848), 128. 

Midlane, A., 270, 348, 352, 370. 

Milman, Henry Hart, Dean (1791-1868), 145. 

Milton, John (1608-1674), 301. 

Monod, Theodore, 199. 

Monsell, Samuel Bewley (1811-1875), 70. 



AND TRANSLATORS 



Montgomery, James (1771-1854), 71, 105, 139, 215, 277, 317, 

337. 

Morison, John (1749-1798), 60. 
Myers, Ernest, 276. 

N. A., 342. 

Neale, John Mason (1818-1866), 91, 183, 254, 389. 

Newman, John Henry, Cardinal, 131, 280. 

Newton, John (1725-1807), 11, 57, 78, 89, 182, 204, 368. 

Oakeley, F., tr. 398. 

Oakey, Ebenezer Sherman (1865), 306. 

Packwood, C. M., 321. 

Page, 289. 

Palgrave, Francis Turner (1824), 67, 209. 

Palmer, H. Ray (1808-1887), 170, 200. 

Peabody, W. B. O. (1799-1847), 237. 

Picrpoint, Folliott Sandford (1835), 307. 

Pott, Francis (1832), 377. 

Prentiss, Elizabeth, 208. 

Proctor, Adelaide Anne (1825-1864), 193, 205, 273, 290, 326. 

Prynne, George Rtmdle (1818), 178. 

Rankin, Jeremiah Eames (1828), 130. 
Reed, Andrew (1787-1862), 98. 
Rinckart, Martin, 316. 
Root, George F., 79. 

Savage, M. J., 387. 

Schenk, Heinrich Theodore (1656-1727), 335. 

Scriden, Joseph, 142. 

Scudder, Eliza (1821), 38. 

Seagrave, R., 135. 

Sears, Edmund Hamilton (1810-1876), 394. 

Shekleton, Mary, 201. 

Shelley, Mary, 136. 

Shuttlcworth, H. C., 238. 

Simpson, Jane Cross (1811-1886), 107. 

Small, J. G., 72. 

Spitta, Carl Johann Philipp (1801-1859), 21, 287. 

Stanley, Arthur Penrhyn, Dean (1815-1881), 62, 65, 101. 

339 



INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TRANSLATORS 



Steele, Anne (1716-1778), 149. 

Sterling, Julia, 228. 

Stone, Samuel John (1839), 68, 232. 

Stowe, Harriet Beecher (1851), 24, 94, 212. 

Stowell, H., 355. 

Synionds, John Addington (1840-1833), 279. 

Tarrant, William George (1833), 49, 53, 311. 

Tate, Nahum (1652-1715), 116, 313, 384. 

Tennyson. Alfred, Lord (1807-1892), 59, 132, 382. 

Tersteegen, Gerhard (1697- 1769), tr. 152. 

Thomas, David (1813). 218. 

Thring, Godfrey (1823), 109, 158. 

Thrupp, D. A., 137. 

Toplady, Augustus Montague (1740-1778), 80. 

Trench, Richard Chenevix, Archbishop (1807-1886), 231. 

Tuttiett, Lawrence (1825), 378. 

Twells, Henry (1823), 22. 

Wallace, 124. 

Walmsley, R., 16. 

Ware, H.", 184. 

Waring, Anna Leetitia (1820), 34, 108, 140. 

Watson, G., 110. 

Watts, Isaac (1674-1748), 1, 45, 121, 244, 263, 322, 325. 

Waugh, Benjamin, 112, 343. 

Wesley, Charles (1707-1788), 77, 118, 144, 148, 152, 195, 210, 

217, 220, 248, 250, 283. 341, 392. 
Whatley and Heber (1783 1826), 20. 
White, Kirkc Henry (1785-1806). 253. 
Whittier, John Greenleaf (1807-1892), 35, 58, 64, 143, 222, 

245, 295. 

Wiglesworth, Elizabeth, 102. 
Williams, Isaac, 350. 

Williams, Sarah Johannes (1805-1841), 225. 
Williams, Theodore C., 66. 
Winkworth. Catherine, tr. Martin Rinckart, 316. Paul Eber, 

153, (1829-1878). 

Wordsworth, Christopher, Bishop (1807-1885), 97, 323. 
Wreford, J. R., 230. 

Zinzendorf, N. L., 154. 



INDEX OF HYMNS WITH SUGGESTED 
TUNES 





Times taken from 


See under 


HYMNS ANCIENT AND MODERN. 


A. & M. 




THE BRISTOL TUNE BOOK. 


B. T. B. 




THE CHILDREN S SERVICE BOOK. 


C. S. B. 






THE CHURCH HYMNARY. 




Ch. H. 




THE HYMNAL (Pub. Gay and Bird). 


H. 




THE HYMNAL COMPANION. 


H. C. 




SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS. 


S. & S. 




xo. 


i 1 

FIRST WORDS. MEASURE. 

j 1 


TUNE. 


HYMN 
BOOK. 


NO. 


14 


Abide with me 


10s. 


Eventide 


A. <fe M. 


27 


288 


A fitly spoken word 


S.M. 


St Michael 


B. T. B. 


16 


352 


A little lamb 


T.6. 


Reapers 


S.&S. 


101 


18 


Again as 


L.M. 


Charmouth 


B. T. B. 


67 


222 


All as God 


C.M. 


Kendal 


B. T. B. 


369 


223 


All before us 


7s. 


Ephraim 


B. T. B. 


106 


320 


All people that 


L.M. 


OldHundredth 


B. T. B. 


88 


351 


All things bright 


7.1s. 


God in Nature 


Ch. H. 


521 


233 


All unseen 


8.7.8.7. 


St. Oswald 


B.T.B. 


204 


302 


And now the 


C.M. 


Kensington 


B. T. B. 


370 


172 


A quiet heart 


C.M. 


When fairest 


B. T. B. 


380 




1 




Eve 






91 


Art thou weary 


8.5.8.3. 


Stephanos 


A. & M. 


254 


19 


As darker, darker 


C.M. 


Holy Cross 


B.T.B. 


366 


oo 


As drooping 


C.M. 


Jazer 


B. T. B. 


368 


116 


As pants 


C.M. 


Martyrdom 


B. T. B. 


36 


57 


As the sun s 


7s. 


Lubeck 


B.T.B. 


113 


396 


As with gladness 7s. 


Dix 


B. T. B. 


172 


22 


At even ere L.M. 


Angelus 


B. T. B. 


381 


167 


At first, I 1 S.M. 


Woolwich 


B.T.B. 


356 


4 


At Thy feet 7s. 


Barmouth 


A. & M. 


6 


3 


Awake, mv soul L.M. 


MorningHynm 


B. T. B. 


84 




1 ! 








379 


Backward looking 7s. 


Weber 


B.T.B. 120 


225 


Because I knew 10s. 


Bethsaida 


H. 


89 


84 


Behold Me 


L.M. 


Behold Me 


S.&S. 


319 


334 


, Beloved, it 


6s. 


Chant 


H. 


396 



INDEX OF HYMNS 



NO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


xrxE. 


IIYMX 
BOOK. 


NO. 


123 


Blest are the pure 


S.M. 


Franconia 


B. T. B. 


5 


114 


Blest he Thy 


S.M. 


Huddersfleld 


B.T.B. 


7 


205 


Be strong to hope 










70 


Birds have 


6.10. 


Rest 


B.T.B. 


465 


886 


Brightest and best 


11.10s. { 


Th<; Epiphany 
Epiphany 


H.C. 

B. T. B. 


94 
252 


376 


Break, new-born 


C.M. 


St. Marguerite 


B.T.B. 


376 


175 


Breathe on me 


S.M. 


( St. Andrews 
l St Michael 


B.T.B. 
B.T.B. 


351 
16 


6 


Bring, O Morn 


P.M. 




Yatten- 












den 




192 


*B\ r thine inward 


8.7s. 


Benediction 


B.T.B. 


207 


262 


Can I see 


7s. 


St. Bees 


S.AS. 


688 


388 Carol, sweetly 




Carol, sweetly 


C.S.B. 186 


360 | Children of the 


7s. 


Innocents 


B.T.B. 110 


395 | Christians awake 


10s. 


Yorkshire 


B.T.B. 250 


191 Christian, seek 


7.7.7.3. 


Vigilate 


A.&M. 269 


244 Christ hath 


L.M. 


Whitburn 


B.T.B. 1403 


67 Christ in His 


10s. 


Dalkeith 


B.T.B. 623 


118 Christ, whose glory 


7s. 


Maidstone 


B.T.B. : 507 


9^ 


Come gracious 


L.M. 


Ernan 


B.T.B. 


71 


286 


Come, labour on 


P.M. 


Ora labora 


H.C. 


315 


82 


Come unto Me 


7.6s. 


Come unto 


A. * M. 


256 


93 


Come ye yourselves 


10s. 


Dalkeith 


B.T.B. 


623 


148 


Commit Thou 


S.M. 


Franconia 


B.T.B. 


5 


241 


Courage, brother 


8.7s. 


Courage 


S.AS. 


273 


182 


Dear Shepherd 


C.M. 


Winchester 


B.T.B. 


58 


143 ] Dear Lord 


6.6.8.8.6. 


Dereham 


B. T. B. 


442 


232 ! Dark is the sky 


10s. 


Dalkeith 


B.T.B. 623 


267 Dismiss me not 


8.6s. 


Spohr 


B.T.B. 


191 


347 


Fair waved 


S.M. 


Franconia 


B. T. B. 


5 


119 Father, hear 


8.7s. 


Sardis 


B.T.B. 202 


108 Father, I know 


8.6s. 


Wevmouth 


H.C. 


466 


160 


Father, in Thy 


11.10. Berlin 


B.T.B. 632 


378 i Father, let me 


7.5s. 1 Father, let 


A.&M. 74 


842 



WITH SUGGESTED TUNES 



KO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TUNE. 


HYMN 

BOOK. 


NO. 


136 


Father, let Thy 


8.7.8.7.4.7 


< Mannheim 
( St. Raphael 


B.T.B. 
Ch. H. 


564 
262 


367 | Father of mercies 


C.M. 


Dalehurst 


B.T.B. 


360 


238 Father of men 


8.8.8. 


St. Aidan 


B.T.B. 


225 


138 Father, to Thee 


11.10s. 


Berlin 


B.T.B. 


632 


149 Father, whate er 


C.M. 


St. Agnes 


B.T.B. 


374 


109 Fierce raged 


8s.3. 


St. Aelred 


H.C. 


535 


183 


Fierce was 


P.M. 


Euroclydon 


H.C. 


534 


331 


For all the saints 




Troyte s Chant 


A. & M. 


295 








o 






321 


For common 


7s. 


Majesty 


B.T.B. 


413 


337 


For ever with 


D. S. M. 


Nearer Home 


(S.&S. 
I A AM. 


523 
231 


307 For the beauty 


6.7s. 


Dix 


B. T. B. 


172 


380 , For Thy mercy 


7s. 


Lubeck 


B. T. B. 


113 


248 
291 


Forth in Thy 
Forward ! be 


L.M. 

6.5s. 


MorningHymn 
( St. Gertrude 
I St. Albans 


B. T. B. 
B.T.B. 

S.&S. 


84 
439 
613 


242 


From Greenland s 7.6s. 


St. Theodulph 


B.T.B. 


162 








i Battishill 


Ch. H. 


566 


341 


Gentle Jesus 


7s. 


J University 


B.T.B. 


417 








[ College 






9 


Glory to Thee 


L.M. 


Tallis Canon 


B.T.B. 


99 


130 


God be with you 


P.M. 




S.&S. 


168 


234 


God bless our 




National 


Ch.H. 


511 








Anthem 






304 God intrusts 


5.6. 








46 God is love 


8.7. 


Mariners 


B.T.B. 


200 


362 God make my life 


C.M. 


All Hallows 


B. T. B. 


357 


27 ] Got! moves in a 


C.M. 


London 


B. T. B. 


34 


338 


God of the living 


L.M. 


Antwerp 


B.T.B. 


382 


1 


God of the 


L.M. 


Tallis Canon 


B. T. B. 


99 


102 


God sets a still 


6.6.6.6. 


St. Dunstan 


B.T.B. 


444 


20 


God, that niadest 


8.4. 


Nutfield 


A.&M. 


26 


268 


Go forth to life 


L.M. 


Whitburn 


B. T. B. 


403 


259 | Go, labour on 




Ludborough 


Ch.H. 


254 


28 


Go not, my soul 


r n \T J Greenport 
D - C - M - iliendal 


H. 
B.T.B. 


69 
369 



INDEX OF HYMNS 



xo. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TUXE. 


HYMN- 
BOOK. 


xo. 


71 


Go to dark 


7s. 


Guildford 


B. T. B. 


505 


107 I Go, when the 


6s. 


Aurelia 


B. T. B. 


474 


389 


Good Christian 






C. S. B. 


204 


385 


Good King 






C.S.B. 


206 


103 


Gracious Spirit 


7s. 


University 


B. T. B. 


417 








College 






97 


Gracious Spirit, 


7.7.7.5. 


Capetown 


B.T.B. 


169 




Holy 










188 


Great God, and 


L.M. 


Rockingham 


B.T.B. 


PO 


375 


Great God, we 


L.M. 


Tallis Canon 


B. T. B. 


99 


314 


Happy are they 










210 


Happy soul 


7s. 


German Hymn 


B.T.B. 


108 


184 


Happy the home 


CM. 


"Winchester 


B. T. B. 


58 








Old 






327 


Hark ! hark 


P.M. 


Pilgrims 


A. AM. 


223 


73 


Hark, my soul 


7s. 


St. Bees 


(S.&S. 688 
<AA-M. 260 


61 


Hark, the glad 


C.M. 


St. Agnes 


B.T.B. 374 


392 


Hark ! the herald 


7s. 


Christmas 


B. T. B. 


178 








Hymn 






243 


Hark ! the voice 


8.7s. 


Here am 1 


S. & S. 


18 


7 


Heavenly Father 


7s. 


University 


B. T. B. 


417 








College 






336 


He is not dead 


11.10s. 


Berlin B. T. B. 


632 


43 


He leadeth me 


L.M. 


S.&S. 


95 


269 


He livcth long 


L.M. 


Whitburn \ B. T. B. 


403 


372 


Here, Lord 


11.10s. 


Epiphany B. T. B. 


252 


363 


He smiled 


12.11. 


St. Asaph 


B. T. B. 


639 


96 


Holy Spirit, Truth 


7s. 


Weber 


B. T. B. 


120 


33 


How gentle 


S.M. 


Silch ester 


B. T. B. 


11 


78 


How sweet 


C. M. 


St. Peter 


B. T. B. 


52 


357 


Hushed was 


6.6.6.6.8.8 


j Samuel 
< Christchurch 


Ch. H. 
B.T.B. 


606 
450 


162 


I am Thine 


P.M. 


Draw me 


S. <k S. 


165 


38 


I cannot find 


11.10s. Berlin 


B. T. B. 


632 


193 


I do not ask 


10.4. 


Submission 


B. T. B. 


617 


52 I hear it 


D.C.M. 


St. Matthew 


B. T. B. 


19 2 



WITH SUGGESTED TUNES 



NO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TUNE. 


HYMN- 
BOOK. 


NO. 


83 


I heard the voice 


D.C.M. 


( Vox Dilecti 
\ Bclmont 


A. & M. 

B.T.B. 


257 
25 


219 


I know not if 










56 


I know not what 




He knows 


S.&S. 


377 


29 


I little sec 


C.M. 


F arrant 


B. T. B. 


32 


169 


I look to Thee 


868.6.8.8 


( Preparation 
1 Horeb 


B.T.B. 
H. 


540 
340 


66 


I long did roam 


P.M. 


Arimathea 


H. 


36 


64 


Immortal Love 


C. M. 


Kendal 


B. T. B. 


369 


34 In heavenly love 


7.6s. 


Ewing 


B. T. B. 


159 


92 In Me ye may 




In Me 


S. & S. 


266 


69 In the cross 


8.7. 


St. Oswald 


B. T. B. 


204 


387 In the old time 


8.7. 


Sanctuary 


B.T.B. 


574 


122 


I need Thee 




I need Thee 


S. & S. 


84 


231 


I say to Thee 


8s. 


St. Catherine 


B. T. B. 


606 


340 


I think when 




Greek air 






325 


I sing the 


D.C.M. 


Ellacombe 


B. T. B. 


532 


246 


Is thy cruse 


8.7s. 


( Sharon 
( Sanctuary 


H.C. 
B. T. B. 


374 

574 


394 


It came upon 


D.C.M. 


Noel 


Cli.H. 


29 


63 


It fell upon 


8.8.8.6. 


Silverstone 


B. T. B. 


229 


201 


It passeth 






S.&S. 


103 


333 


It singcth low 


D.C.M. 


Usk 


B. T. B. 


193 


32 


I to the hills 


C. M. 


Holy Cross 


B. T. B. 


366 


72 


I ve found 






S.&S. 


294 


77 


Jesu, Lover 


7s. 


Hollingsidc 


B. T. B. 


513 








f St. Con- 


A. & M. 


184 


178 


Jesu, meek 


6.5s. 


4 stant:ne 
( Derby 


B. T. B. 


130 


144 


Jesu, my Strength 


S.M. 


St. Michael 


B. T. B. 


16 


342 


Jesus bids us 






S. & S. 


590 


86 


Jesus calls us 


8.7s. 


St. Oswald 


B. T. B. 


204 


355 


Jesus is our 


6.5s. 


( Goshen 
1 Franconia 


Ch.H. 
B.T.B. 


565 
129 


154 


Jesus, still lead 


5.5.8.8.5.5 


f Hafodwen 
1 Fatherland 


B.T.B. 
Ch. II. 


124 
17 


161 Jesus, where er 


L. M. 


Melcombc 


B.T.B. 


81 


226 Just as I am 


KM. 


Buckingham 


B. T. B. 


90 



INDEX OF HYMNS 



FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TUNE. 


HYMN 
BOOK. 


xo. 


Kind words can 










Kindly Spring 


7s. 


Christchapel 


B.T.B. 


104 


Knocking 






S. & S. 


19 


Lead, kindly Light 


P.M. 


Lux Benigna 


A. A M. 


266 


Lead us, heavenly 


8.7s. 


Mannheim 


B T. B. 5H4 


Lead us, (.) Father 


10s. 


Dalkeith 


B. T. B. i 623 


Let us with 


7s. 


Innocents 


B.T.B. 110 


Life is onward 


6.5s. 


Franconia 


B.T.B. i 129 


Light after 






S. & S. 


409 


Little beam 


7.7.4. 


Hempton 


B. T. B. 


494 


Little drops 


6.5.6.5. 


Derby 


B. T. B. 


130 


Looking upward 


7.6s. 


Beachlev 


B. T. B. 


482 


Long ago 


8.7.8.7. 


Sardis 


B. T. B. 


202 


Lord, as to Thy 


C. M. 


Windsor 


B. T. B. 


59 


Lord, dismiss us 


8.7s. 


Dismissal B. T. B. 


208 


Lord, if Thou 


7s. 


Christchapel 1 B. T. B. 


104 


Lord, I hear 




S. & S. 


56 


Lord, it belongs 


C. M. 


Solomon B.T.B. 


42 


Lord of the 


P.M. 


Dar well s 148th B.T.B. 


140 


Lord, speak to me 


L. M. 


Leamington 


B. T. B. 


38 J 


Lord, teach us 


C. M. 


Winchester 


B. T. B. 


58 






Old 






Lord, we thank 


8.7. 


Lucerne 


B.TB. 


550 


Lord, when we 


D. C. M. 


KIrkstall 


B.T.B. 


587 


Love divine 


8.7. 


( Love Divine S. t v S. 
1 Lux Eoi B. T. B. 


404 
572 


Lowly and solemn 


P.M. 


Harlan 


B.T.B. 


181 


May the grace 


8.7s. 


Lightcliffe 


B. T. B. 


549 


Master, it is good 
Mighty Comforter 


7s. 


German Hvmn 


B. T. B. 


108 


More love to Thee 


P.M. 


Horburv A. A- M. , 211 


My faith looks 


P.M. 


Wcston B. T. B. 442 


My God, I thank 


8.4.8.4.8.4 


Wentworth B.T.B. 522 


My God, my 




Troyte Chant 


A. & M. 


264 






1 






My heart is 


D. C. M. 


St. Matthew 


B.T.B. 


192 


346 



WITH SUGGESTED TUNES 



NO. K1KST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TUNE. 


HYMN 
BOOK. > 


171 Nearer, my God 


6.4. 


Horbury 


A.&M.I277 


2 New every 


L. M. 


Melconibe 


B.T.B., 81 


186 None teacheth 


S. M. 


St. Michael 


B.T.BJ 16 


264 Not always 


L. M. 


Whitburn 


B.T.B. 403 


150 Not on this day 


C.M. 


St. Agnes 


B.T.B. 374 


276 Now in life s 


7.6.7.6. 


St. Alphege 


B. T. B. | 156 


112 Now let us see 


C. M. 


St. Saviour s 


B.T.B. , 377 


1 7 Now on land 


8.7s. 


Vesper 


B.T.B. 215 


316 Now thank we 


P. M. 


Nun Dauket 


A.&M. 379 


12 Now the day is 


6.5. 


( Eudoxia 
1 Derby 


A.&M. 346 
B.T.B. 130 


332 Xow the labourer s 


P. M. 


Rcquiescat 


A.&M. 401 


298 O beautiful 


7.6s. 


Aurelia 


B.T.B. 474 


322 O bless the Lord 


S. M. 


Fnmconia 1 B. T. B. 5 


39S O come, all ye 


P. M. 


Ade&ti Fideles B. T. B. 257 


213 Oh deem not they 


L.M. 


Buckingham B. T. B. 90 


113 O Father, when 


L.M. 


Angelus j B.T.B. 381 


203 Oh for a faith 


C.M. 


St. Stephen ! B.T.B. 53 


217 Oh for a heart 


C. M. 


St. Mary B.T.BJ 51 


278 O for the peace 


11.10s. 


Berlin B.T.B. 632 


40 O God, in whom 


C. M. 


Luther s Chant ; B.T.B. j 77 


45 O God, our 


C. M. 


St. Ann B. T. B. | 45 


129 O God, Thy 


8s. 


Stella B.T.B. 239 


159 O God, unseen 


C.M. 


Bedford 


B. T. B. 24 


254 O happy band 


7s.6s. 


Kocker A. i M. 224 


287 O happy home 


11.10. 


Berlin 


B.T.B. 632 


145 O help us, Lord 


C.M. 


Winchester 


B. T. B. 58 






Old 


| 


133 O holy Father 


8.8.8.6. 


Sijveratone 


B. T. B. ; 229 


146 O Jesus, I have 


7s.6s. 


Missionary 


( A.&M. ! 271 
1 B.T.B. 160 


194 O let him whose 


6.5.6.5. 


Derby 


B. T. B. ! 130 


390 O little town 


P. M. 


Bethlehem 


Ch.H. 1 33 


195 O Love Divine how 


8.8.6. 


Ravendale 1 B. T. B. 583 


155 O Lord, how 


8.8.6.8.8.6. 


Dray ton B. T. B. 219 


323 Lord of heaven 


8.8.8.4. 


Almsgiving 


A. & M. 365 


21 O Lord, who by 


10s. 


Dalkeith 


B.T.B. 628 



INDEX OF HYMNS 



NO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


SIS. 


NO. 


44 


O Love Divine 


KM. 


Rockingham 


B. T. B. 


90 


165 


O Love that c<osts 


6s. 


Entreaty ; B. T. B. 


135 


177 


O Love that wilt 


P. M. 


St. Margaret 


Ch. II. 


207 


252 


O Master, let me 


L.M. 


Maryton I Ch.H. 


205 


81 


O mean may seem 


C.M. 


St. Thomas B. T. B. 


54 


156 


O perfect Love 


11.10. 


Berlin 


B. T. B. 


632 


134 


Oh safe to the rock 






S.&S. 


292 


207 


O Saviour, may 


C.M. 


St Agnes 


B. T. B. 


374 


35 


Oh, sometimes 


L.M. 


Leamington 


B. T. B. 


383 


151 


O strength and 


11.10. Strength and A.<iM. 


12 








Stay 






193 


Oh the bitter 


P. M. St. Jiide 


S. & S. 


124 


39 


O Thou, in all Thy 


C.M. 


Winchester B. T. B. 


58 








Old 




117 


O Thou to whom 




S. & S. 


588 


324 


O Thou ! who 


D. C. M. Selwyn B. T. B. 


539 


315 


O worship the P.M. Houghton S. & S. 


73U 



117 


O Thou to whom 






1 S. & S. 


588 


324 


O Thou ! who 


D. C. M. 


Selwyn 


B. T. B. 


539 


315 


O worship the 


P.M. 


Houghton 


S. & S. 


73U 


253 


Oft in danger 


7s. 


University 


B.T.B. 


417 


299 


Oft when of 


6.6.6.C.8.8 


Christclmrch 


B. T. B. 


450 


397 


Once in royal 


8.7. 


Irby 


B. T. B. 


550 


300 


Once to every man 8.7. 


Lux Eoi 


B. T. B. 


372 


290 


One by one 8.7.8.7. 


Lucerne 


B. T. B. 


550 


166 


One sweetly 


P. M. 


Double Chant 


H. C. 


29 


89 


One there is above 






S. & S. 


125 


74 


One there is who 






s.&s. 


310 


54 


One thought 


C.M. 


York 


B. T. B. 


60 


255 


Onward, Christian 


11s. 


St. Gertrude 


B. T. B. 


439 


284 1 


Onward ! upward j 




s.&s. 


164 


183 


Open thine eyes 


L.M. 


Whitburn 


B.T.B. 


403 


100 


Our blessed 


P.M. 


St. Cuthbert 


A. & M. 


207 


13 


Our day of praise 


S.M. 


Franconia 


B. T. B. 


5 


181 


Our Father, hear 


C.M. 


Winchester 


B. T. B. 


58 








Old 






381 


Our Father ! 


C.M. 


St. Peter 


B. T. B. 


52 




through 










127! 


Our Father, while C.M. 


Winchester 


B. T. B. 


58 






Old 






272 


Our heaven is S.M. 


Woolwich 


B. T. B. 


35G 



WITH SUGGESTED TUNES 



xo. 


FIRST WORDS. ( MEASURE. 


TUXE. 


HYMN- 
BOOK. 


NO. 


197 


Our times are in 


S.M. 


Annil 


B. T. B. 


4 


30 


Out beyond 


6.5. 


St. Leonard 


B. T. B. 


433 


95 


Peace ! perfect 


10s. 


Pax Fecum 


S.&S. 


730 


105 


Prayer is the soul s 


CM. 


Belmout 


B. T. B. 


25 


141 


Purer yet 


6.5. 


St. Mary Mag 


B. T. B. 


437 








dalene 






204 


Qiiic*, Lord 


7s. 


Norwood 


B.T.B. 


506 


270 


Revive Thv work 






S.&S. 


273 


328 


King the bells 






S.&S. 


89 


382 


King out, wild 










135 


Kise, my soul 


7.6. 


Brentwood 


B.T.B. 


484 


80 


Rock of Ages 7s. 


Norwood 


B.T.B. 


506 


88 


Safe in the arms 




S.&S. 


25 


25 


Saviour, again 10s. 


Ellers 


B. T. B. 


624 


26 


Saviour, breathe 8.7. 


Salvator 


B. T. B. 


573 


137 


Saviour, like 




S.&S. 


98 


271 


Saviour! teach me , 7s. 


Weber 


B. T. B. 


120 


349 


Saviour! while 


8.7. 


Salvator 


B. T. B. 


573 


393 


See, amid 






C. S. B. 


205 


79 


She only touched 






S.&S. 


293 


399 


Shepherds watch 






C. S. B. 


182 




ing 








218 


Show pity, Lord 4.6. 


Auckland 


B. T. B. 


420 


28!) 


Simply trusting 






S.&S. 


193 


293 


Sing to the 7.0. 


Aurelia 


B. T. B. 


474 


383 


Sleep, Holy Babe 




C. S. B. 


320 


330 


Sleep on, bclovdd P. M. The Blessed 


Ch.H. 


320 




j 


Rest 






"* 1 


Slowly, by Gcd s 7s. .University 


B. T. B. 


417 




College 






281 


So here hath 








283 


Soldiers of Christ 1 S. M. Silchestcr 


B. T. B. 


11 


250 


Soldiers of the 7s. Innocents 


B.T.B. 110 


310 


Sometimes a light 1 7.0. Missionary B. T. B. ICO 



INDEX OF HYMNS 



NO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


Tr.NE. 


HYMN 
BOOK. 


NO. 


90 , Souls of men 


8.7s. 


St. Oswald 


B. T. B. 


204 


277 Sow in the morn 


S.M. 


St. Michael 


B. T. B. 


16 


306 Sowing the seed 






S.&S. 


42 


273 Sow with a 










236 Speak gently 


C.M. 


St. Peter 


B.T.B r,-2 


98 Spirit Divine 


C.M. 


St. Peter 


B. T. B. i 52 


190 Spirit of Faith 


C. M. 


Dalehurst 


B.T. R 360 


101 Spirit unseen 


7s. 


Syr: a 


B. T. B. ! 180 


374 Standing at 


6.5. 


New Year 


Cli. H. 483 


317 | Stand up and 


S. M. 


Silchester 


B.T.B. 11 


260 | Stand up ! stand 






S.&S. 


15 


216 , Still will we trust 


11.10.11.6 Trust 


B. T. B. 


630 


185 


Still with Thee 


S.M. 


Woolwich 


B. T. B. 


356 


24 


Still, still 


10s. 


Berlin 


H. 


290 


59 


Strong Son of God 










366 


Summer suns 


6.5. 


Derhy 


B.T.B. 130 


23 


Sun of my soul 


L.M. 


Hursley 


B. T. B. 75 




[ Tis gone that] 










132 


Sunset and 










356 


Suppose the little 


7.6. 


Missionary 


B. T. B. 


160 


8 


Sweet Saviour 


8s. 


St. Matthias 


B.T.B. 


608 


257 


Take my life 






S.&S. 


416 


228 


Take Thou my 






s.&s. 


576 


229 


Teach me, my God 


S.M. 


St. Michael 


B.T.B. 


16 


265 


Teach me to live 


10s. 


Dalkeith 


B. T. B. 


623 


239 


Tell me not, in 


8.7. 


Sardis 


B. T. B. 


202 


76 


Tell me the old 






S.&S. 


14 


75 


Tenderly He 






S. & S. 


337 


350 


The child leans 




Tideswell 






391 


The first Nowel 






C. S. B. 


188 


370 


The flowers which 


C.M. 


St. Peter 


B. T. B. 


52 


364 


The glory of the 


! C.M. 


Martyrdom 


B T. B. 


36 


179 The golden gates 


j C. M. 


Evan 


B. T. B. 


31 


312 


The heaven of 


C.M. 


Winchester 


B.T.B. 


58 








Old 






~>n The Light along 


7.6. 


Missionary 


B.T.B. 


160 


157 i The Lord be with 


i C. M. Holy Cross 


B. T. B. 


366 




350 



WITH SUGGESTED TUNES 



NO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TUNE. 


HYMN 
BOOK. 


NO. 


41 The Lord my pas- 


8s. 


Stella 


B. T. B. 


239 


! ture [herd 










47 The Lord my Shep- 


S.M. 


St. Michael 


B. T. B. 


16 


62 : Tlie Lord is come 


D.L.M. 


Sunset 


B. T. B. 


613 


60 The race that long 


C.M. 


London 


B.T.B. 


34 


297 The sower went 


7.6. 


St. Beatrice 


A. & M. ! 386 


3iy The spacious 


D. L. M. Sunset 


B T. B. ! 613 


365 The summer days 


D. C. M. St. Matthew 


B. T. B. 


19-2 


16 The sun declines 


8.4. j Gloaming 


Ch. H. 


360 


10 The sun is sinking 


6.4.0.6. | St. Columba 


A. & M. 


17 


249 The toil of brain 


C. M 


Chichester 


B.T.B. 


27 


15 The twilight 


C. M. 


Dalehurst 


B T. B. 


360 


377 The year is gone 


C.M. 


Westminster 


B.T.B. 


379 


371 ] The year is swiftly 


7.6. 


Sacrifice 


B. T. B. 


472 


256 There are lonely 






S. & S. 


323 


309 There is a book 


C. M. 


St. Peter 


B. T. B. 


52 


346 There is a green 


C. M. 


< Horsley 
< Kendal 


A. & M. 
B.T.B. 


540 
369 


215 


There is a holy 


8.8.8.4. 


Southport 


B. T. B. j 592 


124 , There is an eye 


C. M. 


Jazer 


B.T.B. 368 


308 | There is beauty 
198 I There is no sorrow 


C.M. 


St. Agnes 


B. T. B. 


374 


348 


There s a Friend 


P. M. 


In Memoriam 


Ch. H. 


586 


87 


There were ninety 






S.&S. 


43 


279 


These things 


C. M. 


Tallis Canon 


B.T.B. 


99 


128 


Thine for ever 


7s. 


Newington 


A. <fc M. 


280 


5 j This is the dav 


S.M. 


Franconia 


B. T. B. 


5 


211 


This life is but a 


7.6.7.6. 


St. Alphege 


B. T. B 


156 


152 


Thou hidden Love 


8s. 


Maprdalen 


B. T. B 


603 


206 


Thou knowest 


11.10. 


Arley 


B T. B. 


254 


240 


Thou must be true 










158 


Thou to whom 


8.7.8.7.7.7 


( Requiem 
Evensong 


A. & M. 
B.T.B. 


368 

206 


247 


Though lowly 


C.M. 


St. Thomas 


B. T. B. 


54 


209 


Though we long 


8.7. 


Scaford 


B. T. B. 


579 


318 


Through all the 


C.M. 


Wiltshire 


A.&M. 


290 


227 


Through the love 


P.M. 


Goodrest 


B. T. B. 


524 


48 


Through the night 


7s. 


St. Oswald 


B. T. B. 


204 



BB1 



INDEX OF HYMNS 



xo. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


TCXE. 


! IIYMX j 

| BOOK. | 


168 


Thy home is with 


C.M. 


Holv Cross 


B.T.B. 


366 


221 


Thy way is in the C. M. 


Mirfield 


B.T.B. 


373 


176 


Thy wav, not mine 6s. 


St. Dunstau 


B.T.B. 


444 


345 


Thy word is like 


C.M. 


Jazer 


B. T. B. 


368 


285 


Tims is earnest 






S.&S. 


267 


280 


Time was I shrank 1 C. M. 


St. Bernard 


i B. T. B. 


47 


369 


Tis winter now 


L.M. 


Eden 


B. T. B. 


69 


339 


To die is gain 






1 S.&S. 


267 


275 


To the work 






s.&s. 


176 


164 


Unheard the 


C.M. 


Kendal 


B. T. B. 


369 


30 


Unto Thee, abiding 










173 


Unto Thy temple 


KM. 


Antwerp 


B. T. B. 


382 


292 


Walk in the light 


C. M. Farrant 


B. T. B. 


32 


358 


We are but L. M. Alstone 


i A.&M. 


31 


68 


Weary of earth 10s. Dalkeith 


i B. T. B. 


623 


187 


We bless The 3 j C.M. Dalehurst 


B. T. B- 


SCO 


42 


We cannot always 8 8.8.4. j Southport 


B. T. B. 


593 


245 


We faintly hear C. M. Kendal 


B. T. B. 


369 


251 


WegivcThes S.M. St. Michael 


;B.T.B. 


16 


373 


We plough the 




Dresden 


! < A.&M. 

1 ts.&s. 


883 
712 


174 


We pray no more c. M. Holy Cross 


B. T. B. 


366 


142 


What a Frien I 


I S.&S 


117 


180 


What is this that 7s. 


Vienna 


B.T.B. 


119 


32.3 


What shall we 








258 


Whatsoever be 7s. 


Weber 


B. T. B. 


120 


400 


What sudden 








295 


What Thou wilt 7s. 


Weber 


B. T. B. 


120 


235 


What, what is 








126 


What various L.M. 


Melcombe 


i B T.B. 


HI 


331 


When He comsth 


Jewels 


S. A: S. 


17 


;m 


When His salva- 7.6. 


Missionary 


B. T. B. 


160 




tion 










153 


When in the 


L. M. 


Tallis Canon 


B.T.B. 


99 


263 


When I survey L. M. Roi-kmsrham 


B. T. B. 


90 


51 


When we cannot ( 7s UniversityColL 


B. T. B. 


417 



WITH SUGGESTED TUNES 



NO. 


FIRST WORDS. 


MEASURE. 


Tl XE. 


HYMN 
BOOK. 


NO. 


163 


When the toil 


7.7.T.5. 


Capetown 


B. T. B. 


169 


106 


When the weary 


P.M. 


Dovedale 


B. T. B. 


467 


230 


When my love 


7s. 


University 


B.T.B. 


417 


212 


When winds 


11.10. 


Dawning 


B.T.B. 


633 


343 


Where is Jesus 










37 


Where is thy God 


S.M. 


Franconia 


B. T. B. 


5 


384 


While Shepherds 


C.M. 


Win Chester Old 


B. T. B. 


58 


58 


Who fathoms 


C.M. 


Holv Cross 


B.T.B. 


366 


335 


Who are these 


P.M. 


( All Saints 
\ Dismissal 


A. & M. 
B. T. B. 


427 

208 


237 


Who is thy 


C.M. 


Bedford 


B.T. B. 


24 


85 


Whosoeverheareth 






S. & S. 


24 


296 


Without haste 


7s. 


Norwood 


B.T.B. 


506 


110 


With the sweet 


6.68.4. 


Thornfleld 


B. T. B. 


451 


311 


With happy 


7.6. 


Missionary 


B. T. B. 


160 


261 


Work, for the 






S.&S. 


66 


282 


Workuian of God 


C.M. 


Tallis 


B.T.B. 


55 


305 


Ye servants 


S.M. 


Silchester 


B. T. B. 


11 


200 


Yield not to 






S.&S. 


135 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



NO. 

A fitly spoken word 288 

A little lamb went straying 352 

A quiet heart, submissive, weak 172 

Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide 14 

Again, as evening s shadow falls 18 

All as God wills, who wisely heeds 222 

All before us lies the way 223 

All people that on earth do dwell 320 

All things bright and beautiful 351 

All unseen the Master walketh 233 

And now the wants are told 302 

Art thou weary, art thou languid 91 

As darker, darker, fall around 19 

As drooping flowers pine for i ain 55 

As pants the hart for cooling screams 116 

As the sun s enlivening eye 57 

As with gladness men of old 396 

At even, ere the sun was set 22 

At first, I prayed for Light 167 

At Thy feet, O Christ, we lay 4 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun 3 

Backward looking o er the past 379 

Because I knew not when life was good 225 

Behold Me standing at the door 84 

Beloved, it is well 334 

Be strong to hope, oh heart 205 

Birds have their quiet nest 70 

Blest are the pure in heart 123 

Blest be Thy love, dear Lord 114 

Break, new-born year, on glad eyes break 376 

Breathe on me, Breath of God 175 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 386 

Bring, O Morn, thy music ! Bring, O Night, thy silence . . 6 

By Thine inward consecration 192 

5 N o 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



NO. 

Can I see another s woe 262 

Carol, sweetly carol 888 

Children of the Heavenly King 360 

Christ hath a garden walled around 241 

Christ in His heavenly garden walks all day 67 

Christ, whose glory fills the skies 118 

Christian, seek not yet repose 191 

Christians, awake, salute the happy morn 395 

Come gracious Spirit 99 

Come, labour on 286 

Come unto Me, ye weary 82 

Come ye yourselves apart, and rest awhile 93 

Commit thou all thy griefs 148 

Courage, brother ! do not stumble 241 

Dark is the sky that overhangs my soul 232 

Dear Lord and Father of mankind 143 

Dear Shepherd of Thy people, hear 182 

Dismiss me not Thy service, Lord 267 

Fair waved the golden corn 347 

Father, hear the praver we offer 1 19 

Father, I know that a 1 ! my life 108 

Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling 160 

Father, let me dedicate 378 

Father, let Thy benediction 136 

Father of men, in whom are one 238 

Father of mercies, God of Love 367 

Father, to Thee we look in all our 138 

Father, whate er of earthly bliss 149 

Fierce raged the tempest o er the deep 109 

Fierce was the wild billow 183 

For all the saints, who from their labour rest 331 

For common gifts we bless Thee, Lord 321 

For ever with the Lord 337 

For the beauty of the earth 307 

For Thy mercy and Thy grace 380 

Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go 248 

Forward ! be our watchword 291 

From Greenland s icy mountains 242 

356 



INDEX OF FIEST LINES 



KO. 

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild 341 

Glory to Thee, my God, this night 9 

God be with you till we meet again 130 

God bless our native land 234 

God intrusts to all 304 

God is love : His mercy brightens 46 

God make my life a little light 362 

God moves in a mysterious way 27 

God of the living, in whose eyes 333 

God of the morning, at whose voice 1 

God sets a still small voice 102 

God, that madest earth and heaven 20 

Go forth to life, O child of earth 268 

Go, labour on, spend and be spent 259 

Go not, my soul, in search of Him 28 

Go to dark Gethsemane 71 

Go, when the morning shineth 107 

Good Christian men rejoice 389 

Good King Wenceslas looked out 385 

Gracious Spirit, dwell with me 103 

Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost 97 

Great God, and wilt Thou condescend 1 88 

Great God, we sing that mighty hand 375 

Happy are they, they that love God 314 

Happy soul, that free from harms 210 

Happy the home when God is there 184 

Hark ! hark, my soul ! Angelic songs 327 

Hark, my soul f it is the Lord 73 

Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes 61 

Hark ! the herald angels sing 392 

Hark ! the voice of Jesus crying 248 

Heavenly Father, by whose care 7 

He is not dead, but only lieth sleeping 336 

He leadeth me ! Oh, blessed thought 43 

He livcth long who liveth well 269 

He smiled as He stretched out His arms 363 

Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is 372 

Holy Spirit, Truth Divine 96 

How gentle God s commands 33 

357 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



NO. 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 78 

Hushed was the evening hymn 357 

I am Thine, Lord ; I have heard Thy voice 162 

I cannot find Thee. Still on restless pinion 38 

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be 193 

I hear it often in the dark 52 

I heard the voice of Jesus say 88 

I know not if the dark or bright 219 

I know not what awaits me 56 

I little see, I little know 29 

I long did roam afar from home 66 

I look to Thee in every need 169 

I need Thee every hour 122 

I say to thee 231 

I sing the almighty power of God 325 

I to the hills will lift mine eyes 32 

I think when I read that sweet story of old 340 

Immortal Love, for ever full 64 

In heavenly love abiding 34 

In Me ye may have peace 92 

In the cross of Christ I glory 69 

In the old time, runs the story 387 

Is thy cruse of comfort wasting 246 

It came upon the midnight clear 394 

It fell upon a summer day 63 

It passeth knowledge, that dear love 201 

It singeth low in every heart 333 

I ve found a Friend ; oh, such a Friend 72 

Jesu, lover of my soul 77 

Jesu, meek and gentle 178 

Jesu, my Strength, my Hope 144 

Jesus bids us shine with a clear pure light 342 

Jesus calls us o er the tumult 86 

Jesus is our Shepherd 355 

Jesus, still lead on 154 

Jesus, where er Thy people meet 161 

Just as I am, without one plea 226 

858 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



NO. 

Kind words can never die 274 

Kindly spring again is here 368 

Knocking ! Knocking 94 

Lead, kindly Light 131 

Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 1 20 

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace 50 

Let us with a gladsome mind 301 

Life is onward use it 294 

Light after darkness, gain after loss 224 

Little beam of rosy light 353 

Little drops of water 354 

Looking upward every day 359 

Long ago the lilies faded 49 

Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee 115 

Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing 125 

Lord, if Thou Thy grace "impart 202 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 147 

Lord, it belongs not to my care 266 

Lord of the worlds above 121 

Lord, speak to me, that I may speak 303 

Lord, teach us how to pray aright 139 

Lord, we thank Thee for the pleasure 319 

Lord, when we bend before Thy throne 196 

Love divine, all loves excelling 220 

Lowly and solemn be Ill 

Master, it is good to be 65 

May the grace of Christ our Saviour 11 

Mighty Comforter, to Thee 104 

More love to Thee, O Christ 208 

My faith looks up to Thee 170 

My God, I thank Thee Who hast made 326 

My God, my Father, while I stray 214 

My heart is resting 1 40 

Nearer, my God, to Thee 171 

New every morning is the love 2 

None teacheth, Lord, like Thee 186 

Not always on the mount may we 264 

359 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



NO. 

Not on this day, O God, alone 150 

Now in life s breezy morning 276 

Now let us see Thy beauty, Lord 112 

Now on land and sea descending 17 

Now thank we all our God 316 

Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh 12 

Now the labourer s task is o er 332 

O beautiful, iny country 298 

O bless the Lord, my soul 322 

O come, all ye faithful 398 

O Father, when the softened heart 113 

O for the peace that floweth as a river 278 

O God, in whom we live and move 40 

O God, our help in ages past 45 

O God, Thy boundless love to me 129 

O God, unseen, but ever near 159 

O happy band of pilgrims 254 

O happy home, where Thou art loved 287 

O help us, Lord ; each hour of need 145 

O Holy Father, Friend unseen 133 

O Jesus, I have promised 146 

O let him whose sorrow 194 

O little town of Bethlehem 390 

O Lord, how happy should we be 155 

O Lord of heaven and earth and sea 323 

O Lord, who by Thy presence hast made 21 

O Love Divine, how sweet Thou art 195 

O Love Divine, that stoop st to share , 44 

O Love that casts out fear 165 

O Love that wilt not let me go 177 

O Master, let me walk with Thee 252 

O mean may seem 81 

O perfect Love, all human thought transcending 156 

O Saviour, may we never rest 207 

O strength and stay upholding all creation 151 

O Thou, in all Thy might so far 39 

O Thou to whom we pray 117 

OThou! who art of all that is 324 

O worship the King 315 

360 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



KO. 

Oft in danger, oft in woe 253 

Oft when of God we ask : 296 

Oh deem not thev are blest alone 213 

Oh for a faith that will not shrink 203 

Oh for a heart to praise my God 21 7 

Oh safe to the Rock that is higher than I 134 

Oh, sometimes gleams upon our sight 35 

Oh the bitter shame and sorrow 199 

Once in royal David s city 397 

Once to every man and nation 300 

One by one the sands are flowing 290 

One sweetly solemn thought 166 

One there is above all others 89 

One there is who loves thee 74 

One thought I have, my ample creed 54 

Onward, Christian soldiers 255 

Onward ! upward ! Christian soldier 284 

Open thine eyes, my soul, and see 189 

Our blessed Redeemer, ere He breathed 100 

Our day of praise is done 13 

Our Father, hear our longing prayer 181 

Our Father, through the coming year 381 

Our Father, while our hearts unlearn 127 

Our heaven is everywhere 272 

Our times are in Thy hand 197 

Out beyond the shining 36 

Peace ! perfect peace ! in this dark world of sin 95 

Prayer is the soul s sincere desire 105 

Purer yet, and purer 141 

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart 204 

Revive Thy work, O Lord , 270 

Ring the bells of heaven ! there is joy 328 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky 382 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 135 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me 80 

Safe in the arms of Jesus . 88 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



NO. 

Saviour, again to Thy dear name we raise 25 

Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 26 

Saviour, like a Shepherd lead us 137 

Saviour ! teach me, day by day 271 

Saviour ! while my heart is tender 349 

See, amid the winter s snow 393 

She only touched the hem of His garment 79 

Shepherds watching o er your flocks 399 

Show pity, Lord 218 

Simply trusting every day 289 

Sing to the little children 293 

Sleep, Holy Babe, upon Thy Mother s breast 383 

Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take 330 

Slowly, by God s hand unfurled 31 

So here hath been dawning 281 

Soldiers of Christ, arise 283 

Soldiers of the cross, arise 250 

Sometimes a light surprises 310 

Souls of men ! why will ye scatter 90 

Sow in the morn Thy seed 277 

Sow with a generous hand 273 

Sowing the seed by the dawn-light fair 306 

Speak gently : it is better far 236 

Spirit Divine, attend our prayers 98 

Spirit of Faith ! be Thou my guide 190 

Spirit unseen, our spirit s home 101 

Stand up and bless the Lord 317 

Stand up ! stand up for Jesus 260 

Standing at the portal 374 

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh 24 

Still will we trust, though earth 216 

Still with Thee, O my God 185 

Strong Son of God, immortal Love 59 

Summer suns are glowing 366 

Sun of my soul [ Tis gone that bright] 23 

Sunset and evening star 1 32 

Suppose the little cowslip 356 

Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 8 

Take my life, and let it be 257 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



MX 

Take Thou my hand, and lead me 228 

Teach me, my God, my King 229 

Teach me to live ! Tis easier far to die 205 

Tell me not, in mournful numbers 289 

Tell me the old, old story 76 

Tenderly He leads us, all our days below 75 

The child leans on 850 

The first Nowel the angel did say 891 

The flowers which deck my pathway round 870 

The glory of the spring, how sweet 864 

The golden gates are lifted up 179 

The heaven of heavens cannot contain 812 

The Light along the ages 58 

The Lord be with us as we bend 157 

The Lord is come ! on Syrian soil 62 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 41 

The Lord my Shepherd is 47 

The race that long in darkness pined 60 

The sower went forth sowing 297 

The spacious firmament on high 818 

The summer days are come 865 

The sun declines ; o er land and sea 16 

The sun is sinking fast 10 

The toil of brain, or heart, or hand 249 

The twilight falls, the night is near 15 

The year is gone beyond recall 877 

The year is swiftly waning 871 

There are lonely hearts to cherish 256 

There is a book, who runs may read 809 

There is a green hill far away 846 

There is a holy sacrifice 215 

There is an eye that never sleeps 1 24 

There is beauty all around 808 

There is no sorrow, Lord, too slight 198 

There s a Friend for little children 348 

There were ninety-and-nine 87 

These things shall bo ! a loftier race 279 

Thine for ever ! God of Love 128 

This is the day of Light 5 

This life is but a school time ... .211 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



N O. 

Thou hidden Love of God 1 52 

Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness 206 

Thou must be true thyself 240 

Thou to whom the sick and dying 158 

Though lowly here our lot may be ; 247 

Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness 209 

Through all the changing scenes of life 313 

Through the love of God our Saviour 227 

Through the night of doubt and sorrow 48 

Thy home is with the humble, Lord 168 

Thy way is in the deep, O Lord 221 

Thy way, not mine, O Lord 176 

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord 345 

Time is earnest, passing 285 

Time was I shrank from what was right 280 

Tis winter now; the fallen snow 369 

"To die is gain!" 339 

To the work ! to the work ! we are 275 

Unheard the dews around me fall 164 

Unto Thee, abiding ever 30 

Unto Thy temple, Lord, we come 173 

Walk in the light, so shalt thou know 292 

We are but little children weak 358 

We bless Thee for Thy peace, O God 187 

We cannot always trace the way 42 

We faintly hear, we dimly see 245 

We give Thee but Thine own 251 

We plough the fields and scatter 373 

We pray no more, made lowly wise 174 

Weary of earth, and laden with my sin 68 

What a Friend we have in Jesus 142 

What is this that stirs within 180 

What shall we render 329 

What sudden blaze of song 400 

What Thou wilt, O Father, give 295 

What various hindrances we meet 126 

What, what is tried in the fires of God 235 

Whatsoever be the seed 258 

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When He cometh, when He cometh 361 

When His salvation bringing 344 

When in the hour of utmost need 153 

When I survey the wondrous cross 263 

When my love to God grows weak 230 

When the toil of day is done 163 

When the weary, seeking rest 106 

When we cannot see our way 51 

When winds are raging o er the upper ocean 212 

Where is Jesus, little children 343 

Where is thy God, my soul 37 

While shepherds watched their flocks by night 384 

Who are these like stars appearing 335 

Who fathoms the Eternal thought 58 

Who is thy neighbour ? He whom 237 

Whosoever heareth ! shout ! shout ! 85 

With happy voices ringing 311 

With the sweet word of peace 110 

Without haste and without rest 296 

Work, for the night is coming 261 

Workman of God, oh lose not heart 282 

Ye servants of the Lord 305 

Yield not to temptation 200 



OXFORD: HORACE HART 
PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY 



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