^Bttll wMfc -ojtftlBRARY^ AWEU £ 1 \C cotcatcD, LOVINGLY AND GRATEFULLY ALEXANDER B. GROSART. •**-) AN ALLEGORY OF THE GOD- PROTECTED CHILD OF GOD. Once on a time in an ancient close Of a grey old Norman town ; Where through the whole week scarce any one goes Save a priest with a shaven crown ; I saw a hawk clash at a caged bird As it warbled tuneful song ; Songster and loving mistress scar'd, But the hawk could do them no wrong ; For the cage was hung and softly swung Within a window wide ; That crystal wall of protection flung Around the songster inside : The bird of prey in defeated rage Dash'd again and again ; But vain the warfare it sought to wage ; It but struck the window pane : Bru's'd and bleeding, and with shatter'd wing At length it flew away ; And there the canary you hear sing In that old close to-day. Is not all this sweet Allegory Of our own Christian life? Vain the assaults of the Adversary, As vain his vengeful strife ; He dreams that the lonely child of God Unguarded before him lies ; He dashes on him with smiting rod ; But to meet a strange surprise ; For a crystal wall, unseen yet strong, Circleth Gods humblest child ; Faith's eye beholds it, with trustful song ; And the enemy is foil'd : Praise to our God, and confession low If pulse of fear be started ; For stronger than he who aims the blow Is Jesus the loving-hearted : And the dear Lord grant that you and I, May never be put to shame ; But unfearing stand as beneath His eye, And strong in His Great Name. CONTENTS. Those marked t appeared originally in a tiny privately-printed vol. (1866) of which under 100 copies were issued; those marked * appear tor the first time herein ; the rest are reproduced — with revision —from " Three Centuries of Original Hymns" (1890) and several period- icals. Fame Progress Dedication An Allegory of the God-pro- tected Child of God Contents ... ... ... vn- My Nook and Emblems of Saints Preface ... ... ... xvi I. God the Father 1 1. Father-God — Reverence 2. Worship ... 3. The Glory of God in Creation 4. God's Fairness 5. The Hiding of God's Power ... 6. God's Hand 7. The Everlasting Arms under- neath ... 8. Most hidden and most mani- fest Grandeur of Man's Soul Host and Guest Dark Thoughts of God God's Keeping Silence I know their Sorrows The Broken Heart 11. iv. v. vi. xiv XV ■XX -1.3 1 1-2 9- 10. 1 1. 12. '3- '4- '5- lb. 17- Losing by leaving God Distance from God Dwelling with God 2-3 3 3 3-4 4 4-5 5-6 6 6-7 7 7 7-8 S 8 18. Ever at work and ever at rest 19. Our God a consuming Fire 20. The Unchanging God 21. God's Loving-kindness 22. The Earth not God-forsaken... 23. Man proposes, God disposes... 24. God turning the bed 25. Judgment and Mercy ... 26. Gentle Guidance * 27. L-pbraideth not * 28. The Weaker Side * 29. The Ever-loving God ... * 30. Lean Hard * 31. God near and far My Heart II. God the Son ... ' * 32. The Messiah expected 33. Bethlehem 34. Birth of Christ ... 35. Bethlehem and Calvary * 36. The Burning Bush 37. Immanuel... 38. God unmanifest in flesh t 39. " He comes, " Until He comes" 40. The Scape-goat... 41. The Divine Child 42. Twelve Years old 43. Child 8-9 9 9-10 10 10 10-n I 1 I I 11-12 12 12 12-13 13 13 14 15-47 15 LS 16 16 16-17 17 1 7-/8 18 18 19 J 9 19-20 Vlll. CONTENTS. 44- 45- * 46. * 47- ' : 48. " :: 49- * 5°- 5'- 5 2 - 53- 54- 55- 56. 57- 58. t 59- 60. 61. 62. 63- 64. 65. 66. 67. 68. 69. 70 7>- 7 2 - 73- ' : 74- 75- 76. 77- 78. 79- 80. Si. 82. S3- Temptation "Suffer the little Children to come unto Me " Jesus and Children at play Ephphatha Talitha Cumi He stood still Sea of Galilee ... Tears Seeker who seeketh nothing-... Tempted to forsake The Hands of Jesus ... Faith not Sight Rest after toil The Two Sleeps — Tabor and Gethsemane ... Emmaus : fellowship with Jesus Moriah and Calvary By His Stripes we are healed... Victim-victor, Victor-victim ... The once Marred Face The King on His Cross-throne The Cross (" bitter tree") fore- shadowed Stabat Mater, and in Latin ... It is Finished Mystery of Sin counterworked Shame changed to Glory The Shed Blood The Risen Saviour The Abiding Presence... The Resurrection The Stone rolled away... Ascension and Pentecost Christ's Word Jesus Reigns Longing iov Christ's Second Coming Cross-bearing after Christ Unseen yet loved Safety and Comfort The divineness of the Christian Jesus Sun and Shield Leader and Guide 20 20 20-21 21 21 2 I -22 22 22 22-23 23 -'4 2 3-24 24 24-25 25 26 26-27 27 27 27-28 28 2S-29 29 29-30 30 30 3 1 3 1 32 32 33 33 34 34-35 35 35 55-36 36 56 36 84. 85- 86. 87. 88. 89. 90. 91. 92. 93- 94- 95- 96. 97- 98. 99. 100. 101. *I02. * 10 3- * 1 04. * 1 05. 106. *io7. 108. 109. II 1 10. 111. 1 12. "5- 114. "5- 116. 1 ' ' 7- * 1 1 8. * 1 1 <). *I20. *12I. IV I 22. 123. Heart-surrender Rose of Sharon Everlasting Love Love of God in Christ... Boundlessness of Christ's Love Love of God — God of Love ... Heart-keeping by Jesus Serenity ... Imputed Righteousness Not Graces but Christ The Names of our Blessed Redeemer The Living Way Power from on High Unrest Full supply for utmost need ... Christ all in all Indwelling-Dwelling in I, yet not I, but Christ The Door... Direct Access The Saviour, not His Cross ... Worship refused to Mary Triumph ... Advance to triumph Vision of Glory The Final Judgment I. God the Holy Spirit God the Holy Spirit The Love of the Spirit .. The H0I3' Spirit our strength... Serenity under the Spirit's re- proof ... Symbols of God the Holy Spirit The Holy Spirit invoked Grace perfecting Fire of the Spirit The Temple restored ... Breathing Man The Trinity . The Holy Scriptires ... The Bible in all Languages ... Symbols oi' Holy Scripture ... 37 37 38 38 3«-39 39 ■39 40 40 40-41 4' 4i 41-42 42 42 45 43 43-44 44 44 44 45 45 40 46 271 48-53 48 48 48 49 49 50 50 50-5 1 51 51 5'-5 2 53 54-56 54 54-55 CONTENTS. IX PAGE. 55 55 55-5 6 • 57-59 124. The Guiding Lamp 125. The English Bible f i26. The first Japanese convert to Christianity V. The Sabbath ... The Resurrection — Sunday morning Sunday " made" of God Sunday first day of the seven The Lord's Day .. Sabbath Prayer-song ... I. The Church of Christ Work and Services The House of God One in Christ The Church .... Wonder Longings for a Revival On Joining the Church Preparation for the Communion 62-63 1-7. 128. 129. 130. V *I32. 1.33- 135- 136. 137- 138. 139- 140. •141. 142. '43- 144. 145- 146. 147. •148. *i49. 150. J 5>- 152. 57 • 57 _ 5 8 58-59 59 59 IN ITS . 60-90 60 . 60-61 6l 6l . 61-62 62 30- : '54- : '55- 156. 157- The Lord's Supper After the Lord's Supper At the Table of the Lord Gethsemane and the Judg- ment-Hall Unworthy, Unworthily Evangelisation ... Home-Missions Evangelizing in the Streets ... Weeds — Waifs ... A day in the country with " Street Arabs " Waifs at the Sea-Side ... The Salvation Army ... Evangelization of the World Ultimate Christianisation of the World Always Morning somewhere ... Triumph Thy Kingdom come ... Advance Ordination of Foreign Mis- sionaries ... ... 63 63 63 64 64 65 65-66 66 66-67 67-68 68 68 69 69 69-70 7° 70-71 '-73 PAGE. 58. The Missionaries at Sea 7- 59- Martyrs of our day 7 2 "73 60. The Jews ... 73 61. The Church and Suuday School 73-74 62. The Sunday School Teacher ... 74 63- Sunday School Teacher 74 64. Children's debt of love to their Christian Parents 74-75 65- Parents debt of love to Child- ren 75 66. Prayer Meeting, " two or three " ... 75-76 67. The Mid-week Service . 76 68. Sunday-school Anniversary ... 76 69. Marriage " in the Lord " ... 76-77 70. Marriage ... 77 7 1 - Marriage ... 78-79 172. Marriage... 78 73- Baptism of Children 78 74- Baptism 79 75- The first Cradle of the First- born 79 76. Baptism ... 79-80 77- Reminiscences of Baptism ... 80 78. Shiloh 80 79- The Church asleep 81 [80. One 81 [81. Saints 81-82 [82. More Saints 82 .83. The Harvest of Light... 82-83 .84. The Cross of Christ 83 ,85. The Cross 83-84 86. The uplifted Redeemer 84 .87. The good fight of Faith 84-85 88. Error 85 89. Not Peace but Truth S5-86 90. Creeds 86 91. On laying Foundation-stone of a Church 86-S7 92. Opening and Dedication of a Church 78 93- Looking up 87-88 94. Powers of the World to come. . 88 CONTENTS. •196. *'97- *ig8. *i99- 200. VII 201. 202. 203. 204. 205. 206. 207. 208. 209. *210. 2 11. 2 12. 2i; v 214. -215- 2l6. 217. 2l8. 219. 220. 221. 222. 223. 224. 225. *226. 227. 228. 229. 23O. -.:;'■ -=3-- Liberty and Love Spoken Truth Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus ... Mocking Agnostics The Latter Days Of the increase of His Govern- ment, no end . Lights and Shadows of Spiritual Experience ... Watching by a death-bed He leads round, but He lead right " The blue of Heaven is larger than the cloud " The Furnace of Affliction The Light not self to shine Growth in grace .. Love is cold Joy in Sorrow Heart-surrender Reading Angelic Ministry The one talent improved The unrenewed heart ... PAGE. 88 88-8n 89 89 8q 91 After a long illness Little Faith Weariness Divine choosing .. Unrest Rest Castaway Despondency Rest Heavenly use of earthly things God's chosing tor us ... The God of Patience ... The Daisies Deadly sweet Divine and Human Love Compensations ... Impatience Joy born of Pain Returns ... 90 .164 9 1 92 9 2 "93 93 93 93-94 94 94 95 95 95-96 96 96-97 97 97 97-98 98 98 1 00 99 99 100 100 1 00- 1 01 101 101-102 102-103 • 103 • 103 103-104 104 j 04- 1 05 *33- 234- -'35- 236. 239- 240. 241. 242. 243- 244. t245- 246. 247. 248. 249. 250. -5'- 2 53- 254- 255- 256. 257- 258. 259- 260. 261. 262. 263. 264. 265. 266. 267. 268. 269. PAGE. IO; 10 10b 106 06-107 107 107 Victorv by defeat "It is well" Remaining Sin Mary, Sister of Lazarus 1 Ruins Faith without a perhaps The bending bough orsong and wings ... ... ... 107-108 The choice Longings Loveliness A Jubilee Royal saying Cup running over ... 1 The Bow in the Cloud Wakefelness and unrest The Cup of Consolation 1 The rod that budded and blos- somed ... Rooted by the River .. 1 " We are tired, my heart and I" Sons and Daughters of God 1 In the far country by the swine-troughs ... 1 The uplifted Serpent Litany Penitence The Penitent ... ... 1 Penitent return ... Contrition Each day the eveningcomes at last 1 God of Peace ... The Shining Face ... 1 Lily and Cedar ... Laid aside ... ... 1 Unity and Diversity ... 1 Divine Teaching " Thy will be done" Fading Leaf The blessings of Sadness Dignity of the body Compunction not Conver2ion... 108 108 108 109 09 -1 10 1 10 1 10 IC -1 1 1 in 1 1 -i 12 1 12 12 "3 13 ■114 114 114 "5 is- • 116 116 116 16- 117 117 17- .118 118 18- ■119 19- 120 120 120 120 120 121 121 CONTENTS. XI. PAGE. 271. 372. 273- -74- 2 75- 276. 277. 278. 279. 280. *28l. 282. 283. 284. 285. 286. 287. 288. 289. 290. 291. 292. 293- 294. *2()6. *2 97 - *2 9 8. 1299. *30o. *30i. ♦302. *3°3- *304- *3°5- * 106. *30 7 . *3o8. *3°9- *3>o. Help in the Day of Grace 122- The spent Bottle and Well re- vealed ... There's a bright side to darkest thing's ... The Future Aimlessness Longing Fretting ... Fear cast out by Love Progress and Fidelity ... "Oh not this, anything but this" Cradle Songs .. ... 127- The Garment of Praise Praise Morning Hymn of Praise 129- Within and Without Experience sanctified ... Darkness Sleep — God's gift A Bright Christian ... 131- Sweet Longings Barrenness Mizpah Trembling Discipline It is toward evening Strokes Qui se plainte p'eche Friends ... •• ... 135- Heavenly and Earthly Life in one Days of Heaven upon the Earth Anguish of Spirit ... 136- Cords of a Man Todmiidt Grafted 137- John Bunyan and his own heart Chief of Sinners ... 13S- Through much tribulation Second Coming Heaven on Earth Overflowing Grace -o '311. * 3 I2 *3i3- 24 *3'4- 24 25 *3'5 * 3 i6 125 126 *3'7 t3i8 26 * 3 i 9 27 *320. [27 [18 *32I. -322. 28 *323- 129 *324- [20 *325- 30 30 * 3 26. [30 3' 32 *327- * 3 28. 32 *3 2 9- 3 2 *33Q. 3^ *33i- 33 33^- 33 34 333- 34 35 36 334- 335- *336 36 337- *338- 37 339- 37 340. 37 38 38 34i- *34 2 - 39 *343- 39 *344- 39 345- 40 40 * 34 6. Trust not thyself, butth)- God trust The Choice Wonder and no wonder Love's enigma ... Kept If it be possibe Perfection on Earth Lullaby In the Woods Staying Power ... " Strong Crying " The Burning Heart Conversion New Birth " Neglect the root to trim the Flower " Crown of Thorns, and "Thorn in the Flesh "... " Lord, a thorn from Thy Cross" The Crucified My Body is My Cross ... The Abandoned Heart-seaching Merge re sed non sub merge re Christ us In la sua 'coluntade e nostra pace ... ... ... 149 Love without measure .. Sanctified ills Thankfulness Despair and God Despondency The Rich Young Man ... Genuineness Necesstty and freedom... Wearying for the Second Com- ing of the Lord Revival "God forgot me, and I fell"... Conscience or short work with Unbelief Purity 1 PAGE. '4' • 141 141-142 . 142 . 142 142 • 163 143 •• '43 I 44- I 45 • M5 • 143 145-146 166 146 147 '47 '47 '47 .48 148 149 LSo J 5° • 15° . 151 • '5i is*-^ 2 • 152 I52-L53 • 1.53 • 153 • L54 '54 J 55 1 SS 156 33' XII. CONTEXTS. *347- "348. "349- *35°- '352. "353- *354- *355- *356- *357- *358- *359- *36o. * 3 6i. * 3 62. *3&3. XV II +364. 36.v 366. 367. 368. 369- 37°- 37 1, +37 2 - 373- t374- 375- 376. 377- 378. 379- ^80. 381. PAGE. . I 5 b 156-157 157-158 158 things find vilest believe, help 15S 159 154-160 mine Holy Madness Ecstasy Life, a Mystery Despondency Patience Self-emptiness, " the precious blood" " Xoblest using " " Lord, I unbelief" ... ... ... 160 CI i ifa cose di Cristo ... 1 60 Halting .. ... ... i6r Bubble ... ... 161-162 Mystery of Being . ... 162 Das Unbewusste (The Uncon- scious) ... ... 162-163 A Backslider Awakened at Keswick Convention ... 163 The Secret of the Lord ... 104 Worth of Human Life ... 164 Christ's Ereedman ... 164 L Christian Grace ... 165-178 Holiness ... ... ... 165 Hatred of Sin ... ... ... 165 God of Hope ... ... ... 166 Peace ... ... ... ... 166 Faith ... ... ... 166-167 Patient Wailing ... ... 167 Forgivingness ... ... 167 The Meek 168 Song of Joy ... ... ... 168 Purity 168-169 Obedience, or the " NewCart," V. " The New Heart" ... 169 To-day and not To-morrow .. 169 Content . ... ... ... 170 Pleasing ... ... ... 170 " Be Courteous " ... ... 171 Unfearing ... ... ... 171 Sympathy ... 171-172 The Three Sisters- and Love -Faith, Hope 17^ 382. 383. 384. 385- 386. *387- * 3 88. *389. *39o- 39i- *39^. *393- *394- *395- *396- IX. *397- 398- 399- 400. 401. 402. 403- 404. 4°5 406. 407. 408. 409. 410. 411. 412. 4i3- +4'4- *4'5- +416. 417. 418. *4'9- PA Faith, Hope and Love .. 172 Love Seen t'.ough unseen ... Character The Heart an alabaster box of Ointment Garment of Salvation ... Desire and Power Finding Fault Restfulness ... ... 175 Fear and not Fear Unclothed Imperfection Strength with Light Longing ... Infirmities ... ... 177- Work, Workers, and Witness Christmas Work while it is Day. ... Angels ... ... ... 179- Count One For Christ ... Every Christian bound to be a Worker ... ... 180- Kindness in Giving " God Bless You " ... 181- " If we can't all gather a sheaf" ... Go, Not Send 182- Using Liberality- Known and Unknown ... 183- Simulation ... ... 184- Never Despair ... Erring Unshared Pleasure ... 185- Missed Humble Usefulness Pen et Bien Frailty "Forgive her and don't give over trying" ... ... 187- "God Buries His Workman" 188- Lil'e Sufficient 3E. 73 73 74 74 74 74 75 75 76 76 76 76 76 77 78 79 79 80 80 81 82 82 83 83 83 84 85 85 > s 5 86 86 86 87 87 88 89 89 CONTENTS xm. 420. •421. '422. The Stronger than Life not too hard " She hath done could " PAGE. t ho Enemv 273 180 what she 189-190 Highways and Hedges ... 190 No Retreat ... .. ... 190 " If you want a thing well done" Enduring to the End ... Work and Rest ... Unadvised Speaking ... Praying and Working ... The Lord's Handmaiden Rights and Duties Keep at thy Post Labour and Rest God's "Little Ones" ... Yes Little Helpers The Ten Commandments Christian Views of Death Eternity 438 Our Dead First-Born and other two " Little Ones" ... Submission — Our Firstborn Sorrowful yet Rejoicing A Christian's Death-bed The Dying Conqueror Crossing to the other side ... 199 Longings for Departure ... 200 Mi disse : — " Non cercar, l'ho sotterato " The Good die not Death Dethroned No more Death nor Pain No More Pain ... The Christian's Gain by Death Christ with me or I with Christ " Not dead, but just beginning to live" ... ... 203-204 433. The Tear-dimmed Lamp ... 204 454. Tears but Hope ... ... 204-205 4 2 3- 424. 4 2 5- 426. 427. *428. *4^9- *43°. *43i- 432. *433- *434- *43S- *436- 437- X. 439- 440. 441. 442. 443- 344- 445- 446. 447- 448. 449. 45o. 45 1 - 45^- IQI 198 I9I-I92 ... 192 ... 192 I92-I93 193-194 194 ... 194 ... 195 ... 195 I96 196 AND I97-209 195 I98 . I98 I98-I99 • 199 200 20I 20I 20I-S02 202 202-203 203 PAGE. *455. Soothing Thought ... ... 205 *456. Christ in the under-world ... 205 *457. Resurrection — One Unopened Grave ... .. ... ... 206 458. The Resurrection . . 206-207 *459. O death where is thy sting? ... 207 *46o. Glory to glory ... ... 207-208 461. Types of Resurrection 207-208 462. Gone before .. ... ... 208 *463. Roses on our Family-graves 208-209 XL Praise, Prayer, and season- Thanksgiving 210-221 A godly peasant home in Scotland 210 Prayer .. ... ... ... 211 The Wrestling at Jabbok ... 212 Sustained Prayer . . 212-213 Restraint in Prayer ... 213-214 " Prayed, and spake the same 464. 46.v 466. 467. 468. 469. 470. *47>- 472. 473- *474- 47.S- *476. 477- 478. 479- 480. *48i. *482. T483. *4§4- XII 485- 486. 487. *488. 489. 490. 491. words" The " shut door" Prayer is the dew of Faith Prayer for Purity "No more, no more" ... "Lux in tenebris" ... : Family-prayer-. Christ Jesus my crucified Love 21' The All-ruling Father Winter Spring Summer ... Harvest-Festival Floods in Harvest Late Autumn Earth is no desert drear Every fete has a to-morrow . National Hymns .. For our England For England ... ... 222-223 For Sailors ... . . .. 223 A Christian sailor's hymn at Sea 223 After a storm at Sea ... 223-224 " In the desired haven" ... 224 The Sea 224 214 214-213 2I 5 215-216 216 216-217 217 217 21S 218 218-216 .. 219 219-220 220 220-221 221 221 222-225 222 XIV. CONTEXTS. 492. 493- XII 494- 494- 496. 497- 498. 499. 5O0. XIV, XV. XVI, *XVI Song New Year old and New Heaven- Shipwreck The Miner's I. Old and Services Looking back Year Onward — Upward ward The New Year Born ... Another Year ... A New Year's Hymn ... Transcient and Permanent The Judgment ... . The Life-storv of Christ oi'r Lord Nature's Field oe of Gold . "Sunny Memories" " Dead in Christ ' I. InMemoriam M.A. ... Pain page. 225 .. 225 226-226 226 226-227 227 227-220 .. 228 ,.. 228 228-229 Jesus 230-238 Cloth 239-242 OF THE 243-249 Thomas Ashe, 248-249 250-252 XVIII. The Snowstorm . 253-257 Three Birthday Gifts to a Little Girl — A Life-story 259-261 PAGE. Story of the Lost Sheep 261-262 *The Little Maid and the Little Lads of Holy Scripture 262-265 *The Slave-Martyr 265 *Holy Scripture ... 265-266 *The Bible .. . ... 266 *The Light of the World 266-267 *"But some doubted "... 267-268 A Little Boy's Prayer 268 A Child's Song-prayer and Prayer-song ... A very little Child's Prayer ... * " It is enough to have deserved' *"Dead I sing more than when I was alive " Dropped Nos. ... 2 "109 The Final Judgment. "420 The Stronger than the Enemy. 271-272 *429 Prayer and Working (sub- stitute). 272 Notes and Illustrations 273-281 Other Books by Dr. Grosart 283-285 A Last Request 286 268 269 270 270 -272 271 ^Mfb*^ ® JAY jroor. I '. . rom Lak' : I by the dredge: ' :"'f of land., hap'd like a ; \ Ig (Pebbled to the very edge, 'JYeath a great aliff's sheltering ledge ; 2 'JTeath a great cliff's shelt'ringledge ; Golden lilies 'mongst the sedge, — Fair as vi'lets by lane hedge ; Haunt, too, where the wild-fowl fledge. 8 Haunt, too, where the wild-fowl fledp-e, J\for hold, it thow for sacrilege, That oft here I plead His pledge — Js~o mere vain chance sortilege. . ' fTo mere vain chance sortilege, l^Lbt His promises allege ; Claiming " tvjo three's " privilege, Far from the World's hammering slsdge. 5 T'r vise, O God,, that 'tis my lot To know this secluded spot — 'till and cool as sea-wash'' d p-rot; ere* s not ev'n a cot. 6 j\ear it there 1 ." not e'vn a cot, Here I go vchen brain is hot, 8 ore-perplexed by many a knot : Still may it remain fore: '■ 7 Still may it remain forgot, JTor Improvement ever blot, — That gainst God's green earth doth plot: Save it from e'er being "a lot." & Save it from e'er being " a lot," Py the highest bidder got : find " my JTook" town's smoke know r ■! I shall of hope bats no jot. FLOWERS -BIRDS— GEMS- EMBLEMS OF THE SAINTS. 1 Flower of luhite (Pureness, Jill-stainless Lily ; Flower of glad Bareness Gold (Dajf-down-dilly ; Flower of the jMartyrs, Love's red red F_ose : Faith never barters For joy her woes. 2, gird, of the F_ed Breast, Scorch'd in sweet bale ; gird, of sore unrest, Thy note a wail ; Bird, of the great wings Sunward uplifted; Bird that the JTight brings Song, s -row-sifted- 3 Grems of the darlz mine, J/Lystia your shining ; F_ound the Great 'Trine, jMemories twining: In the days olden — Lustrous tho' hoary ; "Wrought with art golden, Sacred your story. L Flowers of the green Earth, Birds of the air; Gems of thrice-rare worth Far 'bove compare ; ■■'■1, of sin you taints. Flawlt 3s and pure; Em'i \f Christ's saints ue ■■: In r . PRE FACE. In publishing' — asdistinct from the original edition for 'private circulation only ' — the present enlarged contribution to our Hymnology, I must again leave my Hymns to speak for themselves and vindicate their right of recognition. I trust they will be found in line (so-to-say) with cur great national Hymnology, in all the fundamental truths of evangelical Christianity, whilst presenting them in new settings and as having regard to aspects and experiences not exhaustively represented therein. I make my own the profound words of Vincent ov L.ERINS, "what has been believed by all, always, everywhere.": (Quod semper, quod ubique quod ab omnibus). In my former Preface I reprinted a Paper on Praise. I do not deem it needful to reproduce it here in full. But it may not be without advantage to summarise its arguments : — a. Praise must be more than mere singing or playing. The singing or playing cannot be too ' skilful ' or culture:! or painstaking. " Sing unto Him a new song; play skilfully with a loud noise" (Psalm xxxiii. 3.) But besides, we must pray King David's prayer — " O Lord open Thou my lips, and my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise " (Psalm li. 15). That is, it needs the same grace of God an .1 the very same ministry of the Holy Spirit to ' open ' our lips and purify our hearts for Praise as for Prayer. b. Praise to be realty Praise must be consciously addressed to God. When St. Paul instructs on praise through " psalms and hymns and spiritual songs " he iscareful twice over to remind the Ephesians (v. 19) and Colossians (hi. 16) and all of us, that it is to be xviii. PREFACE. " to the Lord.'' It will keep us from preoccupation about our own voices or 'parts ' or our own skill and our own selves altogether, if we only stedfastly remember that our sink- ing- and playing are the vehicles of Praise and that God Himself is in the assemblies of His people to hear and accept, to own and be glorified .by their worship. c. Praise has also its human side. I recur to the apostolic teaching already referred to — "Speaking to yoursetves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, and making melody in your hearts to the Lord" "Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord." We may place beside these, tho earlier counsel of the Psalmist (c.v. 2) "Sing unto Him; sing Psalms unto Him; tell ye of all His wondrous works." In my judgment these several portions of Holy Scripture ought to set our Churches and Sunday-schools a-thinking as to whether our Praise is not impoverished of its function and purpose by failure to carry out what I have designated its human side. I feel strongly that this enjoined "speaking to yoursetves" and ''teaching and admonish- ing one another" through " psalms and hymns and spiritual songs " would broaden and deepen and enrich our Praise immeasurably. Specifically, were Praise thus given its full scope and function we would not be perplexed with fears and doubts about our joining in given hymns. Necessarily there are those for "babes in Christ," for beginners, for the little experienced in the spiritual life and beyond whom the advanced Christian is far ahead. But retrospectively, the most advanced Christian may and ought to sing such hymns; and not only so, but this very advance may be turned into gracious "teaching and admonishing of one another." Similarly with the awfulness and anguish of certain " psalms and hymns and spiritual songs." Many Christians know no such conviction or pungency of distress; lliey have gratefully to sing rather "Thy gentle- ness hath made me great" (Psalm xviii. 35) or of " life for a look." But "no man liveth lo himself" only. By the unity of Christian fellowship, we owe it to exchange experi- ences and to turn to account these and those as the other, and so when wc are called upon to join in hymns that are not behind us but beyond us, as telling of faith and love, glow and rapture, consecration and surrender that areto us an ideal onl)', wewill wrong ourselves if we hesitate through them to " make melody in our hearts." As a Christ- ian I lave no objection to sing a hymn that is better than I am any more than I have PREFACE. xix. objection to the company of a fellow-Christian better than I am, who knows more, feels more, does more than I. Such singing of the greater hymns may be blessed as an excitant to rising higher than I have hitherto attained. Holding these convictions I have to a large extent in my Hymns looked to their being used, after singing and playing, in fulfilling the apostolic injunction "speaking to yourselves" and " teaching and admonishing ONE another." Having regard to my own Hymns in another aspect, it must be permitted me to observe that I have found that wherever actual human experience has been truly told, responses have been found. The human heart and human lives are so alike all the world over, that even the most personal and seeming unique experiences prove to be in touch with others. In this edition I would accentuate that our Hymn Books speak- ing broadly, have been prepared too much as Praise, not only for Christians merely, but for Christians at their best and highest. The matter of fact is that no actual or conceivable congregation or assembly, answers to this basis. Human and Christian experience is progressive ; and in my Hymns I have kept before myself the steps and stages of the process and progress corresponding with human and Christian fluctuations and as mediums whereby to " speak to cm another," and " teach and admonish one an- other " in mutual sympathy, forbearance and teachableness. It is possible that seme of my Hymns may be condemned as revealingandrecordinga spiritual or unspiritual condition that ought not to exist. I am prepared for such heartless criticism. I can only antici- patively protest that just as in the prayer the dear Lord most values — prayer that is the very utterance of the moment's emotion — this type of Hymn is the truest of the true to actual facts. I have had pathetic evidence that the saddest even most awful of my Hymns have been helpful toothers similarly, "walking in darkness and seeing no light." And it had been strange if it had proved otherwise. For alike in Praise and Prayer, it being the fact that I am in doubt and dread, in darkness and despair, I am bound by integrity of conscience thereby to tell my heavenly Father through Jesus Christ that it is so with me. I must not, at the peril of my spiritual life, cover up my state with orthodox unrealities. Hence on the one hand " a beautiful prayer " (as the poor phrase runs) is not the ideal of prayer any more than is mere dulcet verse con- formable to the creeds, a hymn. I quote here the following suggestive and confirming words from Besant's very striking story of the ■' Children of Gibeon." " I can sing," xx. PREFACE. s.iiJ Valentine. " I will sing you a hymn, mother." She hesitated, and then for some fancied appropriateness — I know not what, perhaps it existed only in her imagination — of the place and the time with the molif of the hymn, — she chose an old Puritan hymn which has now dropped out of use and been forgotten since the Churches resolved to stifle the sadness of life and to simulate the voiceof one who continually rejoices and is not afraid, and has neither doubt nor question. The hymn had very little joy in it, save that of a faith, humble and resigned, with an undercurrent of an unexpressed feeling of sor- row, and even perhaps of humble remonstrance, that things had been ordered other- wise from the beginning. This hymn begins with the words, "We've no abiding city here,"and as Valentine sang them, the blessed old woman joinedher hands as one who pravs, and the tears gathered in her eyes." — (Book II. c. iii.) Subsidiary to these observations, it will be noted that I sometimes place as heading and sometimes take for refrain golden words or apt saying or deep utterance of the spiritual life of others. I may be pardoned in affirming that these are probably the most original of my Hymns. For just as the greatest and most enduring Sermons owe their immortality to their unfolding of the mind of God in the portion of His Word chosen for text, so these inspiring words meeting the actual experience of the Hymn-writer quickens him to his best. as to the FORMS of my Hymns, I have so chosen these as that the vast majority will be interpretable by well-known tunes agreeably to the measure-markings prefixed to each. In a thorough revision of all formerly printed, I have kept this in view, albeit I would call attention to my title-page before and now, as declaring that my Hymns are for " private reading" as well as "private and public praise." I am profoundly thankful for the many "g'ood words" that have reached me from far and near since the privately-printed edition was issued. Alas ! Even in this brief interval I lave had to mark out of my surely remarkable select and spontaneous list of Subscribers (with all modesty be it so declared) names such as these — II. E. Cardinal Newman— Bishop of Durham — (Lightfoot) Canon H. Parry Liddon —Edwin Hatch, D. D. — Dean Church (friend of long years)— Professors Elmslie and David Duff and T. G. Rooke— Dr. Macfadyen— James Brown, D.D.— John Adam, D.D. — Alexander McLeod, D.D. — and of my literary circle Robert Browning and Thomas Ashe. It will not be held ambitious (I hope) if I covet the passing of some of PREFACE. xxi. my Hymns into the Hymnology of the Church Universal. The bloom and fruitage of elect moments of a life-time, these Hymns may perhaps thus live after me. (See 'Fame' facing title-page). I cannot close this Preface, without as before and with added emphasis, acknowledg- ing my obligations to various literary and musical friends who have given me the benefit of reading my printed books and MS3. More or fewer have been thus read by Professor F. T. Palgrave of Oxford ; and the late Thomas Ashe, M.A. and Rev. J. H. Clark, M.A., of East Dereham, Norfolk. But most of all am I under obligation to my 'brethren beloved ' the Rev. Canon Wilton, M.A., poet of ''Wood-notes and Church- Bells," Rector of Londesborough ; Rev. Samuel McNaughton, M.A., Preston, and Principal G. C. H. Moule, M.A., Cambridge, who have severally transmuted task into labour of love by sympathetic and painstaking helpfulness and suggestions. These three are all "Sweet Singers" themselves, as my readers will do well to find out. ALEXANDER B. GROSART. N.B. I shall hold it as a special favour if the Reader at once correct the Printer's errata recorded below. Others in literals, punctuation and the like, will be readily put right without being noted; also a few measure-figures that have been omitted. Page 15 'come' place on first line of 2nd column instead of last line of first column. 16 Hymn 35, st. S, 1. 4 read 'Laud.' 22 ,, 50, st. 2, 1. 1 read 'Sea of Galilee.' 27 ,, 61, st. 2, 1. 3 read 'Victor, yet Victim.' 35 ,, 80, st. 4, 1. 2 read 'mine.' 38 ,, 87, st. 5, 1. 1 read 'this.' 47 ,, 108, st. 6, 1. 7 read ' From' and for 'aprise' read 'praise.' ?S ,, T 73» st. 6, 1. I read 'parenial. " 86 ,, 190, st. 2, 1. 5 read 'book.' 87 ,, 192, st. 12, 1. 4 read 'hear.' ,, 126 ,, 277, st. 8, 1. 2 read 'values.' In 255, st. 7, 1. 2, read 'alone' for 'lone.' Omitted in Contents— Christ forall the World— The Marys at Christ's Tomb. Page xxih H3L Persons desirous of using any of the Hymns and Poems in this book will please communicate with myself. > > xxii. CHRIST FOR ALL THE WORLD— THE MARYS AT CHRIST'S TOMB. Christ for all the World: All the World lor Christ: I John ii 2. 6s 1 The wideness of the sky, The fulness of the sea ; To Faith's clear-seeing' eye, Shew, Lord, Thy love to me ; To me, and all mankind, Where 'er the Gospel goes ; For all who seek do find, Cure for Sins deepest woes : O Cross of Calvary ! May the round world thee see. 2 The myriad-numbered stars, The sands that line the shore; Lo ! clear o'er all Earth's jars Sound out, " Weep ye no more;" For the sav'd multitude By these rich-symbol 'd be ; That Grace in plentitude Seeks all condemn'd to free : O Cross of Calvary ! May the round world thee see. 3 Behold as light of Day Rolls on from pole to pole, So His Truth speeds its way — The Truth that saves the soul ; Rejoice ! rejoice ! all Lands, Your hour shall soon be born ; When ye with clapping hands To Christ the Lord shall turn : O Cross of Calvary ! May the round world thee see. 4 The Word of God is pass'd ; The oath of God is sworn; And tho' the sky's o'er cast Our Hope undimm'd doth burn ; That, traveling in His might, The Lord as King of Men Darkness shall change to light, Nor Sin triumph again : O Cross of Calvary ! May the round world thee see. The Marys at Christ's Tomb. St. Matthew xv. 47. xvi. i. Ss. 1 With their erst Faith brought to a stand, Love sent the Marys to His tomb ; Spices the rarest in their hand, [gloom. Though they went on in grief and 2 They had forgot the Great Third Day Was pledg'd to free the awful dead ; That the strong Grave must j'ield its prey Even as the Lord Christ had said. 3 Came the Cross, — crown of woe and shame, — Branding Him aye The Crictkied ; Where, like a lamb, 'midst altar flame, Jesus, the victim-victor died. 4But it was life by death achiev'd, As the great Resurrection flash'd ; Ah ! had the Marys ALL believ'd,[dash'd. Their Faith and Hope had not been 5 Nor to the tomb would they have gone, There to weep all disconsolate ; But they had waited — His work done — Him to meet in first high estate. 6 Give me, Saviour, the Marys love, And Faith that sees Thee still alive; Upward draw me, Heavenly Dove, That against Thee no more I strive. FATHER-GOD— REVERENCE.— WORSHIP. 1. 6oir tin Jatlur. 1 believe in G-od the Father filmighty, JJLaJzer of Heaven ond Earth.- - c The Creed "j Fatuer-Goc! — Reverence. Ps.xxxiii.S. 8.8.8.8.8.8.4.6. 1 O FATHER-God, fill me with awe, Like Moses, when Thy Face he saw; Or Peter, as in his amaze ' Fore Thee he did himself abase; That I may rev'rence more and more, And Thee in very deed adore ; More and still more, Thee rev'rence and adore. 2 O Father-God, I seek that Thou May'st my whole inmost being' bow; Great God, forbid that I should be Forgetful of Thy Majesty: O may I rev'rence more and more, And Thee in very deed adore ; More and still more, Thee rev'rence and adore. 3 O Father-God, Creator art ! I but a creature, and my part As lowly sinner low to bend, And suppliant words to Thee up-send : That I may rev'rence more and more, And THEE in very deed adore ; More and still more, Thee rev'rence and adore. 4 O Father-God, I keep my tryst With Thy Eternal Son, The Christ,— A man, but yet " God Manifest," " My Lord, my God," to be addressed: That I may rev'rence more and more, And Thee in very deed adore; More and still more, Thee rev'rence and adore. 5 O Father-God, Thy Spirit give,— Not only now, or fugitive, — That, hushed and awed, I never may Presumption in Thy sight betray: That I may rev'rence more and mors, And Thee in very deed adore; More and still more, Thee rev'rence and adore. 6 O FATHER-God, to Thee I come; In mercy rather hold me dumb, Than that, unto Thee drawing near, I think of mortal men that hear: 1 O may I rev'rence more and more, And Thee in very deed adore; More and still more, Thee rev'rence and adore. 2. Worship. Isaiah vi.j; Romans i. 19-20. 7-7-7-.V 1 Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! God o'er all, by all adored ; Earth and Heav'njoin'd in accord, Praise united bring. 2 The great crv in Heaven heard, — Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! Let it our key-note afford; Sing, all mortals, sing. 3 Repeat St. 1. 4 By the guiltiest implored, As the Gospel-leaves record; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! To the Cross we cling. Repeat St. 1. Slaves of sin to sons restored; Sin, by grace is now abhorred; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! Let thanks loudly ring. Repeat St. 1. O my heart! strike every chord! All thy gratitude outpoured; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! Sound out voice and string. THE GLORY OF GOD IN CREATION— GODS FAIRNESS. 9 Repeat St. i. 10 Draw us with Thy Love's strong cord, When Death's torrent we must ford; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! Help, O heav'nly King! i i Repeat St. i. 12 Grace and glory, in concord, Wait us, with all blessings stored; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord! Faith ! rise on bright wing. 3. The Glory of God in Creation. _ 7s. Psaim xlx. i. i Morn unfolding- gates of gold; Chariot of the Day forth-roll'd; Still declares Thy glory Lord. And the Noon-day splendour's blaze — On which aw'd eyes upward gaze — Aye declares Thy glory Lord. 2 Eve as tranquilly she closes, Sprinkling the great WEST with roses; Shll declares Thy glory Lord. Starry grandeurs of the Night, Filling Heaven's infinite; Ay declare Thy glory Lord. 3 The great Sea in its far-booming, Thro' the fierce dark tempest looming; Slill declares Tiny glory Lord. Held there by Divine command; And no less the inviolate sand, Ayr declares Thy glory Lord. 4 Broad-bas'd Mountain of all lands That like "Great White Throne" up- Still declares Thy glory Lord [stands; Stream and LAKE, in light and shadow; Rocks and Cornfields and green Meadow; Aye declare Thy gl ry Lord. 5 Woods "clap hands" with jubilant voice As they itiany-ton'd, rejoice; And declare Thy glory Lord. Spring's rath freshness, Summer's glow; A I rUMN'S roil leaves, WINTER'S snow; Aye declare Thy glory lard. ascending strain? 6 Birds of air and Flowers of field; Smallest things that tribute yield; Still drcl<: re Thy glory Lord From the lowest to the highest; From remotest unto nighest; Aye declare Thy glory Lord. 7 Thou, O MAN, dost thou refrain Now to swell th Speak the glory of thy Lord. Sav'd by Him for thee died, Be not thy loud song denied — Shout the glory of thy Lord. 4. God's Fairness. Eccles. Hi. n. 8.4.4.8.4.4.8.8. Quae nemo alius potest facere, nisi tit line a Quo est omnis modus, formosissime. St. Augustine ( Conf. i. vii.J 1 Thy fairness, Lord, to all things fair Thou dost impart With subtle ail; But chief, yea far beyond compare, In the " new heart," Where Thou dost part Spirit and flesh, and " purge our dross,' Transforming us by Thy sad Cross. 2 Thy fairness, Lord, in all things fair Thou dost reveal, As when man's seal Is plac'd on what is rich and rare: O more to feel Thy beauty steal — Like fragrance that the flower informs — That to Thy image me conforms. 3 Thy fairness, Lord, on all tilings fair Thou dost bestow, And still dost slu w Amidst the World's mystery and care That e'en below, If Thee we know, [white, Thou dost, Lord, clothe the meek with Them meet'ning for the LAND of LIGHT. THE HIDING OF GODS POWER— GOD'S HAND 4 Thy fairness, Lord, thro' all thing's fair Thou causest rest : — Like peacock's crest Or dove's neck turning in warm air ; So richly drest As does attest That Heaven to our Earth comes down, All hate and sin far from it flown. 5 Repeat St. i. The Hiding o 8s. God's Power. Habakuk Hi. T,--i. i Lo ! Gold on gold in furnace burning, Or light in light to darkness turning Where Paran's pinnacles up-tower ;'- Yet 'twas "the hiding of Thy power." 2 Majestic splendor and amazement ! — To eyes of mortals the bedazement. Seen in Thy vast Hand's flashing dower; Yet 'twas "the hiding of Thy power." 3 When Thou from Sinai's top tremendous, Thy grand "tenwords" in lovedid'stsend Lo ! Thine Own Israel did cower ; [us ; Yet 'twas "the hiding of Thy power." 4 And when the strong sea is uprisen, And its proud waves dash 'gainst their prison, Whilst thro' the darkness tempests lour; 'Tis but "the hiding of Thy power." 5 When forth the sunshine fiercely flameth, The Lord our God His Law so frameth, That Night comes with itscoolingshower ; Ah, Lord ! "the hiding of Thy power." 6 When THOU "plenteous rain " ordainest, Thou Thy control, Lord God, rctainest In "small drops" — unhurting flower, — Gracious "hiding of Thy power." 7 Laud, loving God, that thus Thot dealest, And tenderly Thyself revealest To lowliest in saddest hour; Laud, for "the hiding of Thy power." S O Christ ! unseen on Thy throne-altar, Thy Church upon her knees doth falter ; Knows Thou art near tho' foes devour, But mourns "the hiding of Thy power." 9 Heart-sick and lorn behold us praying, For still to come Thou art delaying; O hear our cry 'midst strife and stour, Flame on the World, "hide not Thy power." 6. God's Hand. 2 Chronicles xx. 6. i Power arid might are in Thine Hand : None may venture to withstand Thine inflexible command. 2 Poiver and might are in Thine Hand : Ocean cannot break the band, Fix'd, where Thou hast fix' d the strand. 3 Power and might are in Thine Hand : Thrones by Thee, or fall, or stand ; Who may dare to countermand ? 4 Power and might are in Thine Hand : Thou dost save ev'n "burning brand ; 8 " Largely doth Thy grace expand. 5 Power and might are in Thine Hand : Gentle art Thou, Lord, and bland ; Slow Thine Own to reprimand. 6 Power and might are in Thine Hand : Thanks that we this understand ; Bring us, Lord, to Thy " Good Land.'. 7 Power and might are in Thine Hand : Make Thy Church a holy band, Telling out Thy Love's demand. 7. The Everlasting Arms Underneath. 8s. Dent, xxxiii. 2~. i The child, that to his mother clings. Lies not all safely on her breast, Till she her arms around him flings, Sweetly caressing and caressed ; E'en so, my God, Thy mighty arms, NotmypoorFAiTH, shield me from harms. 4 MOST HIDDEN AND MOST MANIFEST— GRANDEUR OF MAN'S SOUL. 2 I bless Thy Name for every grace, [Own; Wherewith Thou dost enrich Thine Yea, I would seek each day to trace Myself more like my Master grown ; Yet, O my God, Thy mighty arms, Not my faint Love, shield me from harms, 3 I walk along this sin-scarr'd Earth, In brightness now and now in dole ; Now all "cast down" and now in mirth ; Now griefs, now joys, possess my soul ; But, O my God, Thy mighty arms, Not my dim Hope, shield me from harms. 4 Within, amidst the World's unrest, [given ; Thou, Lord, the calming word hast Thy peace abides, howe'er I'm press'd ; And yields an antepast of Heaven : But, O my God, Thy mighty arms, Not my own Peace, shield me from harms. 5 My mouth Thou fillest with "sweet songs ; " Makest my feet run in "the Way ;" Giv'st me the joy to Thine belongs ; Nor scarcely ever sayest me nay : But, O my God, Thy mighty arms, Not my scant Joy, shield me from harms. 6 The child, that to his mother clings, Lies not all safely on her breast, Till she her arms around him flings, Sweetly caressing and caressed : Ev'n so, my God, Thy mighty arms, Not aught of mine, shield me from harms. Q Most Hidden and Most Manifest. 8s. Secretissi?ne et Presentissime. — St. A ugust- ine (Conf. i. iv. ) Amos Hi, 7 .• Psalm xxv. 1 j : cf. Ephcs. i. 9, 18 : St. John vii. i~. 1 Most hidden and most manifest : O Thou my worthless bosom's Guest, Tho' Thou dost fill the highest Heav'n, Thou, Lord, this grace to me hast giv'n ; That I still know Thee in my breast — Most hidden and ??wst manifest. 2 Most hidden and most manifest : Let carping Unbelief protest, Thou, lowliest believer, knowest, Thou, lowliest believer, showest, With him Thou still art pleased to rest — Most hidden and most manifest. 3 Most hidden and most manifest : Faith yet succeedeth in its quest ; And lo! the peace all peace surpassing, — O sweetest peace of Jesus glassing ; Thy Holy Spirit doth attest,— Most hidden and most manifest. 4 Most hidden and most manifest : Ye scorners in your wild unrest, O would that ye would turn to Him Thron'd far above the Seraphim ; And of His mercy make request ! Most hidden and most manifest. 5 Most hidden and most manifest : Let us the golden phrase arrest ; By noble saint of old time spoken, It still to-day remains unbroken ; Redeeming love His grand bequest — Most hidden and ?nost manifest. 6 Most hidden and most manifest : Lo ! Thou the mystery dost invest With Thy sweet human-ness, O Christ ! Ay, sweetness, tenderness unpriced : O with this grace may we be blessed ! Most hidden and most manifest. 9, Grandeur of Man's Soul. 2 Cot. vi. 15. 8s. Quis mihi dabit adquiescere in Te ? Quis mi/ii dabit, nt venias in cortneum, et inebries illud, ut obliviscar mala mea, et itniim bonnm meum ampleclar Te ?--S. Augustine (Conf. i. v. ) aula ingenti memoriae infinita multiplicitas Varia, multimoda vita, et immensa vehementcs. — ( Ibid x, xii, xviij. HOST AND GUEST. i Forgive, Lord, if 'fore Thy great words Doubts pierce me as of piercing swords ; For like him at the Burning bush I hear, but cannot my fears hush: Great, O my God is Thy appeal ! Wilt Thou my stopped ears unseal? 2 Wilt Thou my stopped ears unseal And fullness of Thy truth reveal ? That it is true all that I hear — That Thou not only drawest near, But seekest entrance to my soul, And all its straitness to control. And all its straitness to control ; All its thick darkness off to roll ; Breaking my will in its rebelling, Me glorifying for Thy dwelling ; "Walk " Thou in me that I may be Partaker of Thy majesty. Partaker of Thy majesty Thou the Lord God, our God Most High; The spacious largeness for Thy feet Where Thou didst with Thy people meet In the great halls of Temple old, Fashion'd of cedar and of gold. 5 Fashion'd of cedar and of gold, As in the Holy Scriptures told ; The fabric vast that there uprose In splendor of white Hermon's snows ; O God 1 dost Thou indeed thus ' ' dwell," Yea, thus "walk"? 'Tis unspeakable. 6 Yea thus " walk " ? 'Tis unspeakable, Yet abides it immutable: O thanks for these fore-glimpses giv'n By blessed light sent down from Heav'n Of the vast vastness of man's spirit, Enlarg'd so wide by Jesus' merit. 7 Enlarg'd so wide by Jesus' merit, That by the Gospel we inherit; Till Thou, O God, e'en here dost find In holy humble human mind Grander dwelling than above; Made grand by Thy redeeming love. 8 Made grand by Thy redeeming love, With mystic curtains all enwove; Reason's high throne and scepter'dstate, With rank'd servants that on her wait: O many noble Fac [JLTIES, With which power penetrative lies. 9 With which power penetrative lies, Touch'd with the splendors of the skies; Conscience — in purple-curtain' d shrine Making the heart semi-divine; Chambers nobler than palace-halls, Where Memory herself installs. io Where Memory herself installs, Girded with adamantime walls; Imagination's gorgeous rooms Near awful, with their lustrous glooms; The spirit's inner court, where Will God's Holy Spirit doth fulfil. ii God's Holy Spirit doth fulfil, With grace divine infused, until Imparting of divinest nature Creator crowneth His lov'd creature: O God! dost Thou indeed thus "dwell," Yea thus "walk"? 'Tis unspeakable. "| Host and Guest. Rev. Hi. 20. 8s. 1 I WALK within myself with awe, The House for me so'spacious built; More stately than e'er Zion saw; The awful blood on its gates spilt; 'Tis Love's most gracious mystery That I, God's dwelling-place should be. 2 That I, God's dwelling-place should be, Not as of hewn and carven stone, Oy beams of Leb'non's mighty tree, Orgold for which men'sheartssogroan; But wrought of Body and of SOUL; God's Spirit ruling o'er the whole. 3 God's Spirit ruling o'er the whole, Yea ent'ring my heart's shrine aga : n, To minister in sweet control, Still seeking Holiness to gain; How stilly patient, lo ! He waits, Nor of His tender love abates. DARK THOUGHTS OF GOD— GOD'S KEEPING SILENCE. 4 Nor of His tender love abates, But my poor straitness all enlarged, Fills with the grace that consecrates; Until all hush'd, amaz'd, surcharg'd, I cry out 'glorious is this phi ,' As I behold His awful Face. 5 As I behold His awful Face, [door; Who deigns to stoop 'neath my heart's A-trembling and bow'd down, I trace His constant Presence, and adore; Supremest wonder! God in me; Yet is it no rapt ecstasy. 6 Yet is it no rapt ecstasy; Possessing and of Him possesst; Walking in " glorious liberty" Thee blessing, Lord, and of Thee blest; 'Tis Heav'n on Earth, Earth sunn'd of Fulfilment of His promise giv'n. [Heav'n; 7 Fulfilment of His promise giv'n; Foretaste of the great House above; how with me my God has striven ! And how magnanimous His love ! 1 sing, I shout, I praise His NAME; O join ali saints to spread His fame ! ~\ "( , Dark Tkcights of God. I OS. " Wilt Thou be altogether unto me SILENCE, O Lord God is awful! Are thoughts of it by man 'unlawful'? 4 I dare speak in integrity, The doubts, the dreads that in me lie; ' What wilt Thou do to Thy Great Name,' Thus hourly put to shame and blame? Father, wilt my spirit calm? Put in my mouth some conqu'ringpsalm; Thou to the 'overcoming' givest Assurance that Thou Lord God livest: Wilt Thou this witness give to me And Faith's 'walk' where I cannot see? 13^ Know their Sorrows. Exodus iii.y. 8s. 1 'I know theirsorrows/THOUsaidst, Lord; And still the great word standeth true; The Past and Present in accord, Bring an unchanging God to view. 2 My heart is heavy as a stone, And yet I quiver in sharp pain; O Lord, as on the grass new-mown, Descend on me like sweet soft rain! 3 Wistful and sad, I look within, But naught there do I find to heal; Immitigable is this sin; To Thee, O God, I make appeal. 4 I place me in the HANDS men nail'd; 1 rest me on the Heart which bled; My future, Lord, is thickly veil'd; "I know theirsorrows/'Thou hastsaid. 5 Repeat St. 1 14 T HE Broken Heart. Ps. cxlvii. 4. 8.6. 1 BROKEN in heart! broken in heart! He bindeth up our wounds; My God, how tender is Thine art! Thy Word, how soft it sounds. 2 I have a broken heart, O God! Am smitten out and in; The Tempter lays on me his rod; Alas! is like to win. 3 O sin and sorrow weigh me down, Until I scarce can see; The billows swell as they would drown; Now unto Thee I flee. 4 A broken heart! O trifle small Beside the radiant skies! Yet Thou, God, for my heart dost call, When I myself despise. 5 Thou numberest the shining stars As goldenly they roll; The soul Thou healest that sin mars; O come then, make me whole! 6 Repeat St. 1. ~\ 5 Losing by leaving God. Heb. Hi. 12. 8.7. Te nemo amitlit, nisi qui dimittit. St Augustine ( Conf. iv. ix). 1 None God loseth but who leaveth, None who leaveth but God grieveth, God he grieveth, by forsaking; Froward heart its own doom making: O my God! I would Thee choose, Thou wilt not my cry refuse. 2 Broken from all others trusting; 'Franchis'd from all "former lusting"; I Thy freedman on Thee calling, Thou dost guard me in my falling; O my God! I would Thee choose, Thou wilt not my cry refuse. 3 How uncertain my affection! Cleaving follow'd by defection: Ebb and flow, like tides of ocean, In an ever-changeful motion: O my God! I would Thee choose, Thou wilt not my cry refuse. 4 Saviour God, well Thou me knowest, Yea, me to myself Thou showest; Save me, save, Christ, ever-living Keep me by Thy gracious giving: 8 DISTANCE FROM GOD -AWAKING WITH GOD. O my God! I would Thee choose, Thou wilt not my cry refuse. 5 Touch my eyes with Thy Own seeing, Interpenetrate my being'; That by Thee " apprehended" This lorn conflict may be ended: O my God! I would Thee choose, Thou wilt not my cry refuse. 6 If my feet, O Lord, be sliding Lead me by Thy gentle guiding; Me redeeming by Thy merit, Keep me by Thy mighty Spirit: O my God! I would Thee choose, Thou wilt not my cry refuse. 7 Repeat St. i. 1 Q Distance from God. St. Luke xv. ij. 8s. . Nam longe a vulhl fuo in adfcctu tencbroso. Non cnim pedibus aut spatiis locorvm itur abs 7' , cut reditur ad Te. S. Augustine fConf. i. xviii.J i Nor change of place, but unchanged heart, Removes us, Lord, from where Thou art; In weaken'd love the secret lies Of men's far-sunder'd destinies. 2 No! change of place, but unchanged heart, Doth make the dear Lord Christ depart; Lor distance measures not by feet But as our hearts from Him retreat. 3Not change of place, but change of heart, Doth win the sweet wounds of Love's dart; — Coming or leaving, Thy power alone, Shatt'reth or melteth heart of stone. 4 Not change of place, but change of heart, (O precious change! O easeful smart! ) Will ever to the Cross us move, And '" closer walk'' of saint approve. 5 Not change of place, but change ofheart,— Won by the Spirit's graciousarl God's temple is, to which He comes, With blessings nothing of Earth sums. 6Not change of place, but unchang'd heart, Removes us, Lord, from where Thou art ; Lo! darken'd love! Thrice-saddest wonder, 'Tis putteth God and man asunder. 17. Awaking with God. Ts. exxxix. 18. 1 THROUGH darkness and stillness Thou, watchest Thine, [shine; When night cometh on, or the day doth Thou touchest our eyelids that we may see, Lo! when 1 awake, I am still with Thee. 2 All the toiling day, Thou art ever near, All the restful night we have naught to fear; For working or sleeping this aye the glad plea, That vvhen I awake, I am still with Thee. 3O111" heartsall unconscious keep beating on; Our brain doth rest; and the night being gone, Again THOU settest us for duties free; Lo! when I awake, 1 am still with Thee. 4 We praise Thee, O God, that byday and night, Thou keepest us safe " in the way" of right; Adoring O Lord, I would bow the knee; For when I awake, 1 am still villi Thee. 18. Ever at work and ever at rest. Romans viii. 28. Semper agens ct semper quietus. — S.Aiajustine ( Cov. i. iv.J 1 EVER at work and ever at rest: All things fulfilling Thy high behest; From the archangel and seraphim To the wee child a-trilling its hymn; Ever Thine blessing, ever most blest, — Ever at work and ever at rest. 2 Ever at work and ever at rest : Ever for guilty man in quest; Still doth Thy life-giving Word appeal; Still doth Thy Spirit His grace reveal; Working so widely, from East to West, — Ever at work and ever at rest. OUR GOD A CONSUMING FIRE— THE UNCHANGING GOD. 3 Ever at work and over at res! : Making' Thyself a thrice-gracious guest; Dwelling- in humblest, lowliest heart, With all the power of Love's subtle art; Knocking so gently at man's callous Ever at work and ever at rest, [breast, — 4 Ever at work and ever at rest: Catching up ever}- pleaded request; Hearing man's cry and answering prayer; Sweetly regarding and lightening care; Daily Thy love is made manifest, — Ever at work and ever at res'. 5 Ever at work and ever at rest: Never surceasing Thine interest; In the "far country" o'erwatching still, Striving the stoniest heart to thrill: Guarding the tiniest bird in its nest, — Ever at work and ever at rest. 6 Ever at work and ever at rest: By the whole Universe unopprest; Softening gently Thy mighty Hand, Even to pluck out a "burning brand"; As day by day Thy mercies attest, — Ever at work and ever at rest. 7 Ever at work and ever at rest: Lo! 'tis a marvel still unexprest; Leading the vast world on and on Toward the Cross of Redemption; Ever Thine blessing, ever most blest, — Ever at work and ever at rest. 19. Our God a consuming Fire. bs. Heb. xii. j(). Dent. iv. 22. 1 O lord my God, wilt Thou me bless With aw'd sense of Thy holiness? Thy searching words my heart inspire, Our God is a consuming fire. 2 Shew me how pure, O God, Thou art, And Thine Own purity impart; That, my poor life still hid in Thine, I may shew forth the life divine. 3 Give me to know Thou hatest sin, And "put" 1 like hatred me within; Forbid I should forget Thy ire: Our God is a consuming fire. 4 But, though Thou hatest sin, we know, Not on the sinner falls the blow; For on the Cross ofCalvary, Behold the sinner's Surety die ! 5 Now guilt removed is from all Who on The Crucified shall call; Thus, thus alone, the words expire,— Our God is a consuming fire. 6 Holy art Thou, O God, and Just, Thus the vast problem to adjust; Avenging sin, exalting Law, Yet '.axing sinners without flaw. 7 Praise to Thy Name, O Holy One, Who the transcendent work hast done; Uplifting man e'en from the mire: In Christ, God no cons/ning fire. 8 O Lord, Thy Spirit to me give, To see and know how 'tis I live; [flame; That drops of blood have quench'd the The Blood of Him Who died in shame. 20. The Unchanging God. Mai. Hi. 6. 8.7.8.7.8.8. 1 Thanks that my God amid all change Unchanging still abideth; Broad-basted stands the mountain-range The while the dark cloud glideth; Ev'n so, O Lord, by Thy sure word Nothingcanblot,"THOUchangest not. 2 Thou livest, though men come and go, Each age Thee still retaining; The tides perpetual ebb and flow, The sea always remaining; Ev'n so, O Lord, by Thy sure word Nothing can blot, "Thou changest not." 3 With open Hand, Thy blessings free, Upon us Thou outpourest ; In field and barn, in blade and tree, Rich gifts of Thine Thou storesl ; Ev'n so, O Lord, by Thy sure word Nothing can blot, "Thou changest not." 4 Erring and weak and prone to fall, Thee, Saviour, oft provoking; Still, Lord, upon us Thou dost call, io GOD'S LOVING KINDNESS— MAN PROPOSES, GOD DISPOSES. Never Thy grace revoking 1 ; Hv'n so, O Lord, by Thy sure word N othing can blot, "THOUchangestnot " 21 God's Loving-Kindness. Ps. //'. _>. 8s. "My Song shall be ever of the loving-kindness of the Lord." I'rayer-Buok. i Tnv "loving-kindness:" 'tis the word To sing the kindness of the Lord; Not in mere kindness, but in love; With tender feeling, hearts to move. 2 With us, in that for kindness meant, Sharp word, chill look, is often blent; Till, all the grace of kindness gone, The heart is sore and still unwon. 3 Thy "loving-kindness," Lord, impart, And give to us Thy gracious art, — In kindness to be truly kind; Nor wound the heart that we would bind. 4 Give us, O Lord, an eye to melt, Revealing that we too have felt; Give us the greeting word of cheer, Thai tells our brotherhood sincere. g Yea, teach us, Lord, that there may be No love ev'n in our "charity;" Forbid our kindness should be alms Dropt grudging into abject palms. 6 Repeat St. i. 22. Tin-: Earth not God-eorsaken. 8. 8. S. 8. 9. 9. "J//*: Lord hath forsaken the Earth."— Ezekiel ix. 9. 1 HATH not the Lord forsaken Earth? "I'w.is said of old in mocking miith, Hut read to-day with gleam of tears, So deeply speaks it to our fears; Alas! our FAITH by facts is shaken And dreads our Earth has been 'forsaken.' 2 Hath not the Lord forsaken Earth? Thought, at the first, of sinful birth; Hut now, in shadow of events Such, that to it e'en Hope assents; So utter is the mystery Of things that all around us lie. Lsaia/i xlv. 5. 3 Hath not the Lord forsaken Earth? I sit with darken'd heart and hearth; Of all hereav'd, and not a spark To lighten the appalling dark; Unanswer'd prayer — peace from me taken, If this be not, what is "forsaken"? 4 Hath not the Lord forsaken Earth? O to o'ercross Death's narrow Firth! To get to Thee, O Christ, and know What is so thick-veil'd here below: My early faith was not mistaken, — And earth of God is not "forsaken." 5 Hath, not the Lord forsaken Earth? Nay, — light arises and shines forth; I lay me down with mouth in dust; Altho' He slay me, I will trust; Christ, my Lord, hast Thou not died ? I'll cling to Thee The Crucified. 23 Man Proposes, God Disposes 8.8.7.7. 1 Man proposes, God disposes: Faith on this great word reposes; Leaves to Christ the yea or nay, Whether bright or dim the way. 2 Alan proposes, (rod disposes: Hope, with the sweet maxim closes; Anchors still withn the vail, E'en when heart and flesh do fail. 3 Man proposes, God disposes: Guiding thro' our blind supposes; Now holds up and now casts down, Till, thro' Christ, we win the crown. 4 Man proposes, God disposes: Whether thorns be ours or roses; Silver light the clouds still line; Stars in blackest darkness shine. 5 Alan proposes, God disposes: The event His end discloses; Trials' fires no accident Hut with gracious purpose blent. 6 Man proposes, God disposes: This, each human life encloses; With His great embracing love Lifting to the peace above. GOD TURNING THE BED— GENTLE GUIDANCE. ii 7 Man proposes, God disposes: Madly tho' our will opposes; O to have no will but His ! Antepast of heavenly bliss. 24. GoD TURNING THE BED. Ps. x!i. J. 8s. i As sick upon my bed I languish, My full heart knowing its own anguish, Softly there falls upon my ear Word that assures me God is near; Word like to rain on mown grass shed: When sick, the Lord will turn thy bed. 2 For e'en when heaviest lies Thy rod, Thus have I found it, O my God ! All bruis'd and weak, I've cried to Thee, And, lo, in love, THOU strengthenedst me ! Fulfilling all that Thou hast said: When sick, the Lord will turn thy bed. 3Burden'd and pain'd, wistful andfaint, I lifted unto Thee, my 'plaint; Nor ever found Thy promise fail That the tempter should not prevail; From night to morn, by Thy Handled: When sick, the Lord did turn my bed. 4 Shadows fall deep, my eyes grow dim; I grasp a ' cup ' filled to the brim; Deep and dark, it is like Thine Own Down-bent head, heart-shaking groan; One look to Thee, I'm strengthened: When sick, the Lord doth turn my bed. 5' Will turn thy bed ! O tender word ! Spoken by the mouth of the Lord; Still I will trust, stiil on it rest, Leaning, like child, upon Thy breast; Living, dying, I shall be sped: When sick, the Lord will turn my led. 25. Judgment and Mercy. 8s. Lam. iii.jj. Is. xxviii. 21. i O Qod, of old Thy judgments came In war, in tumult, and in flame; Great earthquakes shook the solid Earth; Grim Pestilence stalk'd after Dearth; But, ah ! how strange such work to Thee, Thy heart yearn'd o'er man's misery. 2 Thy Holy City, how it lies, In heaps on heaps 'neath parching skies; Thy glory gone, Jerusalem, Once" Israel's lustrous diadem: But, Lord, THY promises are sure, When Thy fix'd moment is mature. 3 Men of to-day, His judgments dread, Before Him bow your contrite head; Awake, awake ! whilst yet 'tis day; Risk not the hazards of delay; His wrath 'gainst sin eternal burns, Yet Jesus saves whoever turns. 4 Now, even now, His Spirit strives, That sinners may shake off their gyves; Looking to Him Who on the cross Aton'd for man's infinite loss; His loud appeal, " Why will ye die ? " Reverberating from the sky. 5 How long will ye forget your God ! How long will ye invite the rod ! How long neglect, and still neglect, — Yet, to repent, one day expect ! Slow move His wheels but they do move; Then, listen to Incarnate Love. 26. Gentle Guidance. Ps. xxxii. S. 7 s - i Not like angel with drawn sword, Neither with rod threat'ningly; Leadst Thou, Lord, but giv'st Thy word: / iv ill guide thee with Mine eye. 2 Thee we see not; TllOU seest us; Where'er we be, Thou art nigh; Whisp'ring, timid, valorous: I will guide thee with Mine eye. 3 Dark days come — our path is dark; Know not or lo go or fly; From sky falls, like trill of lark: / will guide thee with Mine eye. 4 Lord, we're wayward and we're weak; Gladness changing to sad sigh; Keep Thou us as Thou dost speak; Guide us ever with Thine eye. 12 UPRRAIDETH NOT THE EVER-LIVING GOD. 5 So be it, through earthly life, Till in Thee, O Christ ! we die; Thy word strengthening' in strife: / will guide thee with Mine eye. 6 Repeat St. i 27 Upbraideth NOT. Si. James i. 5. 8s. 1 Thanks, O my God, Thou me receiv'd And all my misery rehev'd; I came to Thee, my sins to blot; Came late — camedriv'n — with heartallhot; Thou welcome gave, just as I was; [cause; Bound up my wounds, nor ask'd their Whisper'd with "still small voice "of cheer, " Thy sins are all forgiven " hear: Now comes back what I had forgot, — " GOD giveth and upbraideth not." 2I walk'd in darkness " in the way" — Ah, darkness in the blaze of day ! How ignorant I was, and weak, But softly Thou to me didst speak; Me teaching as Thy " little child " Thou saw'st a- weary and beguil'd; Thou gav'st me wisdom, gav'st to me Ev'n Thine Own "glorious liberty:" Now comes back what I had forgot, — " God giveth and upbraideth not." 3 How cliff rent Thou, O my dear Lord, From even those who know Thy Word ! With what reproaches ,yea and taunt And high looks, as of those who vaunt; Men help their erring fellow men; Mean to be kind, but then, but then — Take all the grace from what the)' do And all sin's stinging pain renew? Now ciimes back, what I had forgot, — " God giveth and upbraideth not." ^.Gentle and patient, Lord, art Thou, When wilder'd we before Thee bow; Brought to a stand in doubt and fear, Knowing alone that Thou art near; But men -ah, how they will upbraid, Until to speak we are afraid; Almost provoking unto hate As clos'd wounds they exacerbate: Now comes back, what I had forgot, — " God giveth and upbraideth not." 28 The Weaker Side. 1 Cor i 27. 8s. 1 God standeth on the weaker side; The weaker oft is glorified; Till mightier grows the spoken word Than e'er the sceptre or the sword. 2 God standeth on the weaker side: Rebuking scorn — abasing pride; The World's 'shame,' is no shame to Him; Truth's martyr-names He will not dim. 3God standeth on the weaker side: In His Hands it is "magnified;" The "still small voice " breaks iron yokes Far surer than by bloody strokes. 4 God standeth on the weaker side: Howe'er the base and false deride; He taketh lowest by the hand; Erect and strong makes humblest stand. 5 God standeth on the weaker side: If leaders ev'n be crucified; The crown of thorns Christ's noblest crown Cross-bearers He as great doth own. 6 God standeth on the weaker side: Lo! vict'ry comes as sure as t' tide; When weakness lays hold of His strength It conquest wins — right rules at length. 7 God standeth on the weaker side: As bridegroom standeth by the bride; His benison He freely gives; God-kept each man who for Truth strives. 29. The Ever-living God. ;s. 1 Man appears, to disappear: 'God Lives' — hushes all our fear; Each wave breaks upon the shore * But the sea r< lis evermore. 2 Frail man's breath as flower of grass " Over which the wind doth pass; " Indestructible the soul, Ever in God's own control. LEAN HARD— GOD NEAR AND FAR. 13 3 Sin its awful hold retains, As thro' marble run its veins; Blood of " God made manifest' Clears the stains and giveth rest. 4 Weary hearts in anguish toss, But to dim eyes beams the CROSS; Light of Glory bids rejoice; Softly speaks the "still small voice ! " 5 Lonely spirits hide away; Dark amidst the blaze of day ; But Father, Thou draw'st nigh Giving Thy blest company. 6 Falleth now the great word " Live; " Permanent not fugitive; Father, Son, and Spirit — God, Lifting from us Sin's vast load. 7 Repeat St. 1. 30 Lean Hard. 8s. " Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed [leans hard ] on Thee; because he trusteth in Thee." (Isaiah xxvi.j andcf I. 10. 1 Come thou to Me, afflicted one; Think not that thou art left alone; "I know thee," and keep watch and ward; Lean thou on Me, My child, lean hard. 2 Thy days are long — long, too, thy nights, By pain that stings — by fear that blights; See this — like daises on the sward, — Lean thou on Me, My child, lean hard. 3Be to thy cross now reconcile!, Nor of thy trust be thou beguil'd; All trial has its rich reward; Lean thou on Me, My child, lean hard. 4 Doth darkness gather round thy path? Doth e'en Hope whisper 'child of wrath'? From all the tempter s darts I'll guard; Lean thou on Me, My child, lean hard. 5 Is Faith sore-shaken ? or Love chill'd ? Thy heart with myst'ry of things fill'd ? Does thy erst open Way seem barr'd ? Lean thou on Me, My child, lean hard. 6 Weary and tossing, lift thine eyes Up to the hills where thy strength lies; 7Let nought thy coming steps retard; Lean thou on Me, My child, lean hard. Repeat St. 1. 31 . God near and far. i Kings viii. 46. 8.6.8.6.8.8. 1 No one so far away as God, Yet none who is so near; Eternity is His abode ; But, lo ! I find Him here; Within my heart — that by His grace He chosen has for dwelling-place. 2 No one so far away as God, Yet none who is so near; O how it lighteneth our load And stilleth ev'ry fear ! To look upon the Earth and sky, Assur'd that God is ever nigh. 3 No one so far away as God, Yet none who is so near ! For He who this Earth's acres trod, Wipes still the falling tear ; Altho' His Throne is far Above, He liveth yet Incarnate Love. 4 No one so far away as God, Yet none who is so near; The Universe shakes at His nod, But guiltiest needs not fear; " My Lord, my God," doth see the Blood And His great Covenant stands good. 5 No one so far away as God, Yet raone who is so near; Far mightier than Moses' rod Is the great rod of prayer; Upheld within the hand of Faith, >Sure-fullfill'd is all " He saith." 6 No one so far away as God, Yet none who is so near ; Forlo! 'twixt Heav'nand Earth the Rood Uniteth sphere and sphere ; In light of light the great God dwells, But visiteth in lowliest cells. 7 Repeat St. /. Bto fflmt A REMINISCENCE OF S. AUGUSTINE. i As in the stillness of the night I lie awake ; The hours — like birds wing-weary, flight T' wards Heaven take; And from the beating of my heart Untaught of Art, Quick Fancy from each pulse and pause, Quaint symbols draws. 2 A lifted axe it seems to me, With steady stroke Like woodman's that falls momently Against an oak ; Slow felling the proud tree of life : O fateful strife ! I hush myself that I may h ar, Yet do not fear. 3 The solemn sign I would receive — To Thy sweet will Yielding myself —its sense believe, Aye and until Thou, Lord ! shalt give the word to smite: It shall be right ; The tree may fall ; 'tis in Thy Hand, I'll fearless stand. THE MESSIAH EXPECTED— BETHLEHEM. 15 2. 60& the Sou. I believe in Jesus Christ His [the Father jllmighty '■ / onhj Son our Lord, Who iva ■•••'■ I by the Holy Ghost, bcrn of I rin JVlo . I under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, dead and buried: He di 1 1 I into hell: the third, day He rose again from the dead: He ascended into heaven: and sitteth on the right hand of God the Father filmighty: from thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead.. — The Creed. 32. The Messiah Extected. 8s. J'Jxodtis iv. 10-13 1 ' Lord, send Him Whom Thou wilt send" ! He shall the prouJest Pharaoh bend; 'SendHi.m,' the promis'd 'Woman's Seed,' For Israel to intercede; O't slow speech and of a slow tongue I should like broken wave be flung Against the rock of so strong will: ' Send Him, O Lord !'— Thy word fulfil. 2' Lord, send Him Whom Ikon wilt send' 1 1 The cry of God's most inner friend; A witness to the World's grand hope Of One omnipotent to cope With man's dire stress of utmost need; By shattering word and conqu'ring deed. 3' Lord, send Him Whom Thou wilt send,' ! And all this weary conflict end; Thy 'Second Coming' we believe: How long Thy Church is left to grieve ! The en'my comes in as a flood, Lord Christ, shall he not be withstood? 4' Lord, send Him Whom Thou wilt send," ! Awake ! arise! Thy cause defend; Burst in Thy splendor from the skies — And hear, hear, our suppliant cries! Earth travails for Thee in sore pain: Are all our hopes to.be in vain? 5' O Lord send Uim Whom '1 Lou wilt send' ! These 'signs' sure the 'lasl days ' portend; Thy Word belied — Thy Truth tradue'd: Thy Church to helplessness reduc'd;[come; Make bare Thine arm, "Thy Kingdom Enfranchis'd Earth make Thy glad home. 33. Bethlehem. Christ for all the World and all the World for Christ. 8s. 1 Fill eighteen hundred years have flown, Since in the low skies burn'd a star More brilliant than in our skies are; And angels ministrant made known The Birth supreme, 'midst things ajar; 2 The Birth supreme, 'midst things ajar; O'er Bethlehem broke the gladdening song — That seers and saints should far prolong "Glory to God" and "peace" for war; A Saviour for our Race "made strong.'' 3 A Saviour for our Race "made strong:', O Christ to-day Thy crimson Cross — That wrought redemption of man's loss — God's lever is — O God, how long! To move our Earth, no more to toss. 4 To move our Earth, no more to toss In anguish of a guilty sleep; To bring hope to sad eyes that weep; To sever pure ore from the dross; Back to the light the round globe sweep. i6 BIRTH OF CHRIST— THE BURNING BUSH. 34. Birth of Christ. S. John HI. 19: S. Luke ii. 10, 15, 25: S. Matthew ii.2. 8.8.7.8.8.7. lO who are these with glist'ning pinions Swift-crowding down from Heaven's dominions, To our low Earth bright- winging ? Angels descending from Above With glad songs of Incarnate Love, To hearts expectant bringing. 2 Hark ! the whole Heav'nand Earth rejoices, As far proclaim celestial voices, Earth reconciled to Heaven; Lo! In the fields of Bethlehem Buddeth again King David's stem — The Holy Child is given. 3 Their flocks and herds the shepherds Bysweet invasion oftheirsleeping[keeping, Do catch the mighty tidings; Before Him fall, with low adoring, Full homage to "the Babe" outpouring; God, spite of lowly hidings. 4O Birth most mighty of all time! Heav'n, Earth, might well together chime And break forth into singing; Well might the skies all radiant glow, And op'ning heavens their splendor show, The fields with "glory" ringing. 5 For sages by His star led on, Welcome the World's redemption; Their* Kingly gifts rich-laying; And in the Temple-courts there wait Simeon and Anna consecrate, Their greal hope them up-staying. SRepeat St. 1. 35. Bethlehem and Calvary. S. Ma Hiirii- U. I. and S, Liikc xxiii. S3, Ss. 1 Lo! Bethlehem and Calvary— A human Child: that God might die: This fi ■ stupendous mystery In Bethlehem and Calvary. 2O Bethlehem and Calvary — . The crib, the cross turn'd to a throne, That the whole round globe shall own : This, Bethlehem and Calvary. 3L0! Bethlehem and Calvary — Supremest Birth! supremest Death! That the World's history doth sheath— In Bethlehem and Calvary. 4O Bethlehem and Calvary — Did ever burst such splend'rous light ? Did ever darken Earth such night ? As Bethlehem and Calvary. 5L0 ! Bethlehem and Calvary- Sweet picture of HUMILITY, And Earth and Hell's hostility — Are Bethlehem and Calvary. 6O Bethlehem and Calvary — The mystery of sin now solved, Mercy with righteousness evolved — By Bethlehem and Calvary. 7L0 ! Bethlehem and Calvary — Shepherds and sages sought The Child, We seek a High-priest undefiled — 'Bove Bethlehem and Calvary. SO Bethlehem and Calvary — [achiev'd Now Death's dethron'd, man's life Where'er the Gospel is believ'd — ■ Land, Bthlehem and Calvary. 9 Repeat St 1 . 36. The Burning Bush. Er. U. 1-0. 7 s. 1 Burning Bush — of thee I read Aw'd as when on knees I plead ; This "great sight" I seek to greet With unsandall'd rev'rent feet: 1 [urtless is this leaping fire Yet it flames as does a pyre. 2 Mystic is the burnish'd "sign," Lo! not mortal, but divine; Horeb points to Bethlehem And the " rod of Jesse's stem:" God made manifest as Child, Yet abiding undefil'd. 3 Tiny God-informed frame Wonder far bove ' BUSH' of flame; Mortal flesh of God illum'd IMMANUEL— GOD UNMANIFEST IN FLESH. 17 Yet like ' Bush' still unconsum'd; The appointed time is ripe, Type pales fore the antitype. 4 God's Own Hand the ' Bush' fire coo'kl — Law of burning' over-rul'd, That no touch of flame remain'd — Leaping fires by Him restrained: Even so at Bethlehem Godhead burn'd not "Jesse's stem." 5 Give me grace, Lord, this to weigh, That I ne'er shall say Thee 'nay;' When Thol" mak'st — in ruth, not ire — My poor heart as "Bush" of fire; Let Thy fire within me burn But naught into ashes turn. 37. Immanuel. Isaiah vii. lj. S. Mat. i. 23. 8s. 1 When the sky is as lead above, When all the Earth is black below; When nothing — nothing — seems to move, Or all things backward still to go; When Truth is fallen in the street Street seeming near to neighbour Hell; O God, I fall down at Thy feet - Immanuel! Immanuel! 2L0! when the old World's heart was sore; When "holy men" kept watch in vain; When God seem'd sworn to speak no more Tho' men were thirsting as for rain; When few were left who waited still For the great hope of Israel; Ah, then Thou didst that hope fulfil — ■ Immanuel! Immanuel! 3 When the great hope once more had died, And dimness fell on the Great Birth; When still dead rites were multplied, But scarce faith found in all the Earth; When godlessly men came and went, Controll'd as by some hideous spell; Thou from Thy Nazareth wast sent Immanuel! Immanuel! 4 When by Thy mighty word and deed, Going about aye doing good; Richly dispersed was the seed, And Thy life in completeness stood; When Thy doom'd Church in frantic hate Against the clear light did rebel; Thou died'st for a world ingrate — Immanuel! Immanuel! 5 When the full triumph seem'd achieved; When Thy cross was a name of scorn; When e'en Thine Own Eleven grieved Ail their sad hearts with terror torn; When Thou, the King of men wast dead, Guards set at thy grave sentinel; Thou lived'st! Death was captive led — Immanuel! Immanuel ! 6And so, O Christ, from age to age, Thou hast lived on and Thou hast seen; What tho' Thine en'mies fiercely rage, Still art Thou silent and serene; Still Thy good cause Thou bearest on; 'Tis Thine all enemies to quell; No power that is can shake Thy throne — ■ Immanuel! Immanuel ! 7 The waves of the World's sea may surge, But the blue sky above is calm; Tho' sometimes Fear a doubt may urge, We still shall sing a conquering psalm. Light spreads Thy Truth its way doth wir; Clear' midst the storm as wave-swung-bell Comes Thy great promise, "No more sin" — Immanuel ! Immanuel ! 38. GOD UNMANIFEST IN FLESH. 8s. " / will not meet thee as a man ; I will take vengeance." — Isaiah xlvii. S. G 1 7" will not meet thee as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! Yet spoken, Lord, not to Thine Own, But unto guilty Babylon. 2 I will not meet thee as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! Laud to Thy Name, Lord my God, Thou all their terrors didst unload. 3 / will not meet thee as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! "HE COMES" "UNTIL HE COME"— THE SCAPE-GOAT. Revers'd unto Thine Israel, When Thou didst come Immanuel. 4 / mill not meet thee as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! But ah! the crimson of Thy blood Did show THEE man, tho' also God. 5 I will nut meet thee, as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! Yea, Lord, but He The Crucified Eor man hath liv'd, for man hath died. 6 / will nut meet thee as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! Wilt not meet us but we'll meet Thee Clinging unto the bitter tree. 7 i" will nut meet titer as a man: O words of portent, words of ban! 'Fore naked God we cannot stand: O Jesus! reach Thy nail-pierc'd Hand. 39. "He Comes" "Until He Come." St. Luke x. 23-24 and 1 Corinthians xi. ■'>■ 8s. i •• He comes" in the dim ages old, By sign and symbol greatly told: Until " He come" — our watchword now With upward look and wistful vow: " He comes" — the elders were made wise By priestly rite and sacrifice; " Until He come " we joyful wait, Expectant watching at the gate. i " Hecomes" hearts hushed if that perhaps They might catch echoingsof Missteps; " Until He come" — Lord, is it nigh, When Thou shall burst on ev'ry eye? " He comes" they had this mighty hope Kindled by type, and sign and trope: " Until I Ik come," Lord, at Thy table We feel Thy promises are stable. 3" He comes" the fathers falter' d not Nor bated of their faith a jot: " Until He come " we onward gaze And notes of trust and hope still raise. " He comes" — and so in faith they died Still looking for The CRUCIFIED: " Until He come" — O Calvary Thy sinless Victim sure is nigh ! " Until He come " — our watch vord now With upward look and shining brow. 40. The Scape-goat. Ss. Isaiah liii. C 1 Hic.h-PRIESTLV hands the lots have cast, And forth into the desert vast, Behold the doomed Scape-goat sent, Life, death, in mystic union blent: Thou, O my Saviour, for our sake The anti-type Thyself didst make; Led forth into the wilderness This fallen race of Thine to bless. 2 High-priestly hands the Scape-GOAT prest, And thus by symbol caus'd to rest Upon its fated head, the guilt Figur'd by blood on altar spilt: Thou, O my Saviour, not by sign But very deed of Love divine, Our sin upon the Cross didst bear, Nor for Thysfle one sorrow spare. 3 Voiceless, alone, and hunger-bitten, Lo ! where the Scape-goat stands sun- Or now amid sere sedges lying [smitten; Parched, and as by inches dying. Jesus, my Saviour, there I see Of Thy dread Death, the epitome; But ah ! on Thee a mightier load Thou God-forsaken Son of God! 4 High-priestly hands up-lifted were, Sending the Scape-goat forth with prayer; Seeking that Israel would now Accept the rite and pay the vow: O, Tuor m}- Saviour-substitute! Thy all-atoning death impute; As to THY Cross I dare to cling Partaker of Thy sorrowing. THE DIVINE CHILD-CHRIST. 19 41 16. The Divine Child. Isaiah ix. 6: St. John Hi 7.7.6.7.7.6. iO amazing', speechless wonder! To be sounded forth by thunder — Mighty God on Earth a Child; But as light and not as light'ning; Drawing' us, and not afFright'ning; Earth and heaven now reconcil'd. 20 infinitude of Grace! That our dreadest terrors chase — ■ Mighty God, on Earth a Child; Mystery of mystery, Coming not to live but die — God's Beloved "Undkfil'd." 30 unfathomable Six, What a victory Thou did'st win! But.O Christ! Thou "Woman's Seed"— Thou didst then take up the gage, Thou didst face Hell's fellest rage; And in Thy vast love didst bleed. 4 Joy, O Christ, for Thy work done? Joy, O Christ, for triumph won! Great High-Priest for ever pleading! Heart of human sympathy As on earth, so in the sky, Ever for us interceding. 42. Twelve Years Old. Si. Luke ii. 42. IOS. 1 How sweet the story, Jesus, of Thy youth; When twelve years old to the great Temple taken; Hard must that heart be — all untouched of ruth — In which that story doth not soft thoughts waken. 2 1 see Thee — as I read — a bright-fae'd boy; Grave with a gravity beyond Thy years; I hear Thee breaking forthwith a strange joy, All tremulous and aw'd and wet with tears. 3 1 follow Thee — as still I read —now going Amongst the white-hair'd Rabbis and priests stol'd ; I catch Thy words — from Thy pure mouth forth-flowing — Question and answers which deep truth unfold. 4 1 join Thy mother with her wistful eyes, Seeking Thee, her lost son, with grief- fili'd heart; I mark her find Thee, in a meek surprise ; 'Midst doctors seated, filling doctor's part. 5 1 list her ask — as unto Thee she nears — "Son, car'st thou not that sorr'wing we sought Thee.'' I hear thee hush her questioningsand fears: " I must about My Father's business be." 61 read again, how back to Galilee, Still subject to Thy parents, Thou did'st Thrice holy, beautiful humility! O Sons of England, seek such grace to show ! 43 Christ. St. Luke ii. 11. 8.7.8.7. 1 Many are Thy Names, O Saviour ! All beyond what may be priced ; None to rev'rent hearts goes deeper Than doth this, "The Christ! The Christ!' 2 For it tells how as "Anointed," Thou shouldst come our Priest to be ; Sacrifice and Sacrificer, By Love's all-supreme decree. 3 Seers and saints that hope proclaimed, Nor e'er from it were entie'd; Still they hush'd their hearts, and waited, Looking for "The Christ! The Christ!" 4 Wistfully they scann'd the heavens, For first dawning of His star; Listen'd for his coming footsteps Who should close Sin's weary war. 5 Age on age of expectation Vainly look'd for the great tryst; But at length the angels holy Sang aloud, "The Christ! The Christ!" 20 TEMPTATION— JESUS AND CHILDREN AT PLAY. 6And the day is speeding onward, That shall all to judgment bring; When "The Christ" enthron'dshall summon The whole Earth before its King. 44. Temptation. Hebrews Ii. 18. 8s. 1 Tempted Thyself, Lord, Thou dost know How hard 'tis in the way to go; How foes without and foes within Still hold us captive unto sin; How, even with Thv full grace giv'n, This Earth too oft veils Thv pure heav'n; O break our chain, Lord, set us free; Thou, tempted once, us tempted see. 2 These eyes of ours where'er they turn, Alas! see sights that make us burn; These ears of ours, how oft they list, And we are taken ere we wist; This heart of ours through vain desires Against Thv grace, how it conspires! O break our chain, Lord, set us free; Thou, tempted once, us tempted see. 3 We would lift up our supplication: Lord, lead us not into tevqrtation ; Jesus, they're Thine own tender words, O let them touch hearts' deepest chords; When tempts the world, or flesh, or devil, Do THOl' deliver from all evil; O break our chain, Lord, set us free; Thou, tempted once, us tempted see. 4 We mourn, Lord, that our wav'ring will So oft invites the tempter's skill; We must confess that still we find Old fleshly lusts war 'gainst the mind; Thou Holy One, us purify, Tiiat unto all sin we may die! O break our chain, Lord, set us i'vev; Thou, tempted once, us tempted see. 5 Lord, pour on us the Sp'rit of prayer, So that when tempted howsoe'er, We may, believing, to Thee cry, For THY help in our misery; Alas! Lord, 'tis our prayerlessness Gives to temptation its success; O break our chain, Lord, set us free ; Thou, tempted once, us tempted see. 45. Suffer the little children to come unto me. .S7. Matthew xix. 14. 7s. 1 It was no mere accident, But with gracious purpose blent, That in our lov'd English tongue, E'en as tho' it had been sung, Read we in the Gospel story How the Saviour, Lord of Glorv, Said of little children all, As He once to them did call : Suffer them to come to Me ; Lord, Thou knewest it would be Very sore — our heart-strings riven — To resign them e'en for Heaven : Suffer — 'tis a tender word ; Strength and grace it doth afford. 2 Lord, Thou knowest with what pain I have heard the sad refrain ; First-born, second, and a third Silenc'd, as a singing bird In the middle of its song; (O pathetic, cruel wrong!) Thou hast call'd to Thee away, Letting not our children stay In our mortal erring keeping — Now for years in cold grave sleeping, Our hearts ache, and verify Thy word suffer, feelingly ; Suffer — 'tis a tender word ; Strength and grace it doth afford. 46. Jesus and Children at Play. St. Mat. xi. i(>-j(j; St. Luke vii. Ji-35. 1 Crossing Naz'reth's market-place Jesus, with benignant Face, Wont was willing steps to stay Near the children at their play. 2 Mimic marriage, mimic death, As they all together wreathe ; He makes luminous with smiles That them from their sports beguiles. EPHPHATHA— HE STOOD STILL. Nor did He forget long- after Their mimetic woes and laughter ; Wrought them into parable — Ringing warning like a bell. Praise, in Heaven as on Earth, Christ still smiles on children's mirth Gladdened as they are glad, Willing not they should be Sad. Praise, O Lord ! if we do know ; Praise, O Lord ! if we do show- That Religion ne'er was meant, To be only hard restraint. Repeat St. i. 47. Ephphatiia. St. Mark vii. 1 O, the burden of that sigh When the Lord look'd up on High ; Speaking the Almighty word ; Gladdening, the blind restor'd — Ephphatha. 2 Laden 'twas with poignant grief, Thro' men's heart-hard unbelief; Yet the miracle was wrought Even as the suppliant sought, — Ephphatha. 3 Ah ! Our ' sicknesses' He bore, — His great heart men oft made sore ; All our 'sorrows' on Him met ; Mighty task for Him was set: — Ephphatha. 4 Know, my soul, thou too art blind, After other deeper kind ; Has His quick'ning voice thee stirr'd? Hast heard as the deaf man heard — Ephphatha? 48. Talitha Cumi. St. Mark v. 41. 1 OS. 1 'Tali/ha cumi- -sweet yet mighty word ; Once spoken to one DKAD by Christ the Lord; 'Talitha cumi' -the child's native tongue— As o'er her cradle it had oft been sung. 2 'Talitha cumi' — instant light for gloom; Recall'd to life, not laid within the tomb : 'My little lamb, arise' — and she arose ; Strange conquest of Last En' my — with no blows. 3' Talitha cumi' — and forthwith she walk'd, All filling with fresh wonder as she talk'd ; 'My little lamb, arise' — what mighty power. The dead with a new life again to dower ! \' Talitha cumi' — still the Lord thus speaks, As He, Good Shepherd, His own lambs still seeks ; 'My little lamb, arise' — is His Appeal; Alas ! how slow into young hearts to steal ! 5' Talitha cumi' — Lord of Life and Death, Wilt Thou on us now breathe thy quick'ning breath? 'My little lamb, arise' — O may each child Take heed — and so the Temoter ave be foild. 6' Talitha cumi' — in the Gospels told, In million hearts now- for all time enroll'd ; 'My little lamb, arise' — Thou Gentle One, Bless ev'ry child with Thy Redemption ! 49- He stood still. St. Mat. xx. jg. 71- 1 'He stood still.' How like The Christ ! With His heart of love unprie'd ; Pausing, that Blind Beggar may Sooner find to Him his way. 2' He stood still.' Not walking on — O how sweetly it was done ! For amidst that rushing crowd He had lagg'd cry ne'er so loud. 3' He stood still.' So by-and-bye Bartimeus groping nigh ; Spite of hind' ranee and harsh word, Tells his sore need to The Lord. i\'He stood still.' Nor grudg'd to stay To make blest to him that day ; Lo ! He speaks the word of might, As of old, "Let there be light.'' 5 'He stood still.' 'Twas even so By palm-circled Jericho ; And to-day He is the Same When brave Faith calls on His Name, 22 GALILEE-SEEKER WHO LACKETH NOTHING. 6 'He stood still.' O sightless eyes, Have ye felt your miseries ? O dark hearts, He will fulfil Softly, the words, ' He stood still.' 50. Sea of Galilee — composed in Castle of Tiberias. 8s. 1 O thrice-fair Lake of Galilee ! Thou art in truth a sea to me ; For unto Faith's anointed eye, Thy fairness turns to majesty. 2 Of Galilee, Sea " for all "time" ; Than vastest ocean more sublime; Since thy low shores and thee were trod By Christ, incarnate Son of God. 3 Forsaken Sea of Galilei.-! More see we than the eyes do see ; Two " little ships " from morn till eve Are all Thy bright expanse relieve. 4 Most sacred still, 'midst all thy harms, Wild-flowers here hold all their charms ; As when The Master by thee taught And with them truth of truths enwrought. 5 O hill-framed Sea of Galilee ! Knee-bent I gaze and gaze on thee ; Thy reeds are swaying to and fro, Red-luminous in after-glow. 6 O holy Sea of Galilee ! Clad in their golden panoply The old stars shine as when He pray'd, Our sin for burden on Him laid. 7 How long, fair Sea of Galilee, Thy Israel lorn shall we see? O Christ may they their Land inherit, Redeemed by the Saviour's merit ! 8 O Sea of Galilee, farewell ! For aye thou shalt in mem'ry dwell ; Thy waters blue as bluest sky — ■ A Sea of Immortality. 51 Tears.5/. John xi. jg;Is.iii. jv Ps.hn.8. 8s.' i Sacred are tears — for "Jesus wept,'' When to His feet the shallow crept, Ah! soon to blacken into gloom, In lost Jerusalem's awful doom. 2Sacred are tears — for "Jesus wept" At Bethany, when Laz'rus slept; He went in human sympathy, — Altho' deliverance was nigh. 3Sacred are tears — for "Jesus wept;" As all our sorrows o'er Him swept; A Man of Sorrows was His Name, Nor was it held of Him for shame. 4Sacred are tears — for "Jesus wept;" And He will not His saints except; But yet He softens grief that shakes, And, lo! the burden lighter makes. ^Sacred are tears — for "Jesus wept;" All that He sends let us accept; lie puts the "cup" into our hands, And all within it understands. 6Sacred are tears -for "Jesus wept ;" In trial we by Him are kept; Then let us turn our weeping eyes To Him enthron'd beyond the skies. 52. Seeker who lacketh nothing. Is. xli. 10-14,' Ezekiel xxxiv. 1 1, 12-16. Qucerens cum nihil desit tibi. — St August- tine (Con. i. iv. ) 1 os. 1 Jescs nothing lacketh, yet He asketh, Asketh me for my poor heart; Nothing lacketh, yet Himself He tasketh, Tasketh to fulfil His part, — Part of Shepherd over dale and height, Seeking out each straying sheep : Asking, seeking, and with many a slight, Slight of love that makes Him weep. 2 Jesus nothing lacketh, yet He masketh, Masketh power as if weak; Nothing lacketh, yet our Race.Io! basketh, Basketh 'neath His face so meek; Measuring not wrath to us, delaying, Long delaying, patient Christ, Nothinglacketh,yel ourfond Hope staying, Sheweth us The Cross unprie'd. 3Jesus nothing lacketh., yet Hi-: casqucth, Casqueth bared brow with thorns; Nothing lacketh, yet with blood da masketh. TEMPTED TO FORSAKE— FAITH NOT SIGHT. 23 Yea, damasketh, 'midst men's scorns: With outstretched hands upon the Rood : Love all other love excelling ! Still before His Cross, our Race has stood, His transcendent love repelling. 4 Repeat St. 1. 53. Tempted to forsake. St.JoIui vi.67, " Would ye also go away?" 7 s - 1 Plaintive comes Thy word to-d ty, Would ye also (jo avcayl Lord, forgive the bursting tear, As for our own selves we fear; Lord, we tremble as we find, We have from "the Way" declin'd. 2 Would ye aho go away? Gently thus Thot sought'st to stay When they stumbled at Thy word, As of Thee "the Bread" they heard; All! how many followers fled, When they heard and wondered. 3 Mystic words Thoi" spakest then, Words to shake the hearts of men; Whilst alive THOU Lord, didst tell Of a food unspeakable; Only Heav'n-anointed eyes See the meaning in them lies. 4 Peter's words rise like a chant, — Others proving recreant; — Lord, to whom then shall we go] — O make Tiior us it to know! Thy words of eternal life, Only Helper in Sin's strife. ^Repeat St. 1. 54 The Hands of jESUS.StLukexxi.40. 8s. 1 Thy Hands I seek, my Saviour dear, To toil, like Thee, in lowly sphere; Thy dignity on labour shed Makes noble earning "daily bread." 2Thy Hands I seek, O Jesus, Friend; Help me, like Thee, my time to spend In seeking souls to win and £(uide, And faithful be whate'er betide. 3 Thy Hands I seek, O might v Healer, Of true soul-health .alone Revealer; Sin-sick to heal — to comfort poor — To help all in their trying hour. 4 Thy Hands I seek, O Gentle One, That laid on child-heads benison ; O Thou Good-Shepherd, let me lead To pastures green, Thy" Lambs to feed. 5 Thy Hands I seek, Messiah-Man, Winnowing with Thine awful Fan ; That I may warn, yea, and affray, And win back unto Thee "the Way"." 6Thy Hands I seek, Thou Christ of God, Nail-pierced to bear Sin's damning load; That I may shew prints of the nails And how Thy Blood for all avails. 7 Thy Hands I seek, O great High-priest, Thy pleading office not surceas'd; That I may by the might of prayer Gain sauls for Thee and Thee endear. 8Thy hands I seek, Tiior throned King, That to Thy cross men I may bring; And trophies win my Lord for Thee, Bold by Thy "glorious liberty." 55. Faith not Sight.. lets 0/ Aps. ix.ji. 13s. 1 Empty - now Thy Cross, O Christ! for Thou didst rise again; Kept Thy sacred holy tryst, and faithful dost remain. 2 Now not on Thy Cross I look, but up to Thy White Throne; Nor my Faith nor Peace is shook, that Thou from Earth art gone. 3 Thou, I know, art in the skies, the Living One o'er all; Faint, I feel, my words ami sighs; yet unto Thee I call. 4 Lord, I still would walk bv Faith, and wait till I shall "see;" By-and-by will come kind Death, and take me home to Thee. 24 REST AFTER TOIL— THE TWO SLEEPS- TABOR AND GETHSEMANE. 56. Rest after Toil. St. Markvi.jo-\. I OS. 1 The Disciples were bow'd by stress of toil; The Master was touch'd, and with gracious smile, Said "Come to the desert anil rest awhile." 2When lamp-flame burns dim, there's need of fresh oil; With brightness and rapture comes sure recoil; Thou dost see and whisper come rest awhile. 3 Lord! Blest is. the work Thou hast giv'n to me, To speak to my fellows, from sin to free; But Lord, my heart yearns to speak more to Thee. 4A well always drawn on will cease its supplies ; But springs on the hill-top flow when it dries. This lesson He taught, who never denies: 5 When battle is o'er men gather the spoil; And sweet 'tis to hear after strain and toil This — Conic to the desert and rest awhile. 57. The Two Sleeps — Tabor and Gethsemane. St. Luke i.v. j2. and St.Mat.xxvi.4.3. 10.4. 1 When Thou, Lord Jesus, stood'st on Tabor's height Transfigured; Thy vesture unto Heaven's own native light Configured; Thv Three Disciples then were with Thee there, The sight to share; Prophet and sage — the dead on either hand Beside Thee stand: The wondrous theme of "talk" 'tw'xt Thee and them, Jerusalem ; And Thy "decease" upon the awful tree Of Calvary: O wondrous scene! To see in that grand hour Thee, in Thy power; But as the splendor round about Thee shone, Self-humbled one; Andthegreat sea of glory o'er Thee swept; Thine Own Three slept; Alas! alas! The cost of that sad Sleep, I needs must weep; For all ye " spake of" — who, Lord, would not moan? — Remains unknown: O Three Disciples! That ye slept, ye slept, All Time has wept ! 2 When, Lord, Thou mettest in Gethsemane Thine Agony; And once again Thy favoured Three were [there, The sight to share; Thou soughtest that with Thee Thy Own should "watch" And, wistful, catch The mighty pleading of Thy prayers and tears In God's own ears; Alas! alas! e'en while their Master wept 'Again they Slept; Second and third time didst Thou come to ask In Thy dread task, And ask in vain. Alas! they did not weep; They were ASLEEP: O costliest, heaviest, saddest sleep of all Us could befall! Losing for us the prayer supreme and cry 'Fore Calvary; Losing — andleavingbut one broken phrase Us to amaze: O grievous Sleep! guilt most unspeakable Of them to tel!; Yet, Gentlest One, Thy gracious pitying love Did it remove, EMMAUS: FELLOWSHIP WITH JESUS. ^3 3 What are those Sleeps to thee I ask, my soul? Do not they toll E'en as it were a sudden midnight bell ? Or cry from Hell? Beware, beware, lest now thy Tabor be As to the Three; Beware, lest even sad Gethsemane, Thou sleeping' see Awake! for now is the "accepted time;" The hour doth chime; The Lord hath spoken, and the Lord still speaks ; The light now breaks; Awake! awake! Lo ! still the Spirit strives; Mercy forgives; The preached Gospel still to thee appeals, And grace reveals; Here in His House He doth expostulate Ere't be too late; Awake ! O soul! Why wilt thou longer sleep ? The angels weep; Awake ! awake ! Yield not to Slumber's sleight On Tabor's height; Awake ! and by Gethsemane's sad Three, Thy danger see ! 4 Awake ! awake ! Church of the Living God ! At home, abroad; God's voice calls louder than the tempest loud From Sinai's cloud; Awake ! awake ! Why will ye sleep?arouse! This is God's House; Ye sleep: Why will ve sleep? O hear! O hear ! The great Three fear; Awake ! awake ! Gjd in the worlJ now speaks; The Earth He shakes; He shakes and topples down the opposing host ; The Holy Ghost Still with His own magnanimous patience pleads, Awake! awake ! Time short is ; life more short ; Loud I exhort ! Awake ! awake ! Ere Mercy hastes away ; Lo ! still 'tis day ! Awake ! awake ! 'Tis God's own voice that calls, On you it falls ; Awake ! Why will ye sleep ? " Too late ! Too late!" (O ye ingrate !) May sudden peal from thunder-darken'd sky : Vain then your cry ! 58 s Emmaus: Fellowship with Jesus, ios. St Luke xxiv. 13-35- 1 Abide with us, for far spent is the day; To Christ, unknown the Two Disciples said : O Jesus! known and lov'd, hear us we pray While the old words again to Thee are pled ; Hear us, dear Saviour, hear, as then, Perplex'd and sadden'd sons of men. 2 Abide with us, when comes the ev'ninghour, And home we from Thy House and worship hie ; Reveal Thyself, O Lord, in gentle power, Let not Thy preached Gospel in us die ; But bless'd of Thee in sweet return, Like theirs cause Thou our hearts to burn. 2 Abide with us, when dark'ning sorrows fall, And hope burns low and even faith is weak ; Attend our cry, Lord, when on Thee we call, O let us not in vain Thy comfort seek ; To our bruis'd hearts, and lonely, shew Thou dost our lightest sorrow know. ^ Abide with us, when wildered and lost, We seem, O Christ, to have let go Thy Hand ; 26 MORIAH AND CALVARY— BY HIS STRIPES WE ARK HEALED. Draw near to us as we are tempest-tost, And bear us safely to the further strand; When winds and waves beat threat'ningly, Come with Thy great " Fear not 'tis I." § Abide with us, when at Thy Supper set, Rememb'ring Thee in Thy appointed sign ; Breathe Thou upon us with Thy People met, And feed us with Thy living bread and wine , And whilst fulfilling Thy commands Shew us, as they, Thy nail-pierced Hands. 6 Abide irith us f when our life's close draws nigh, And Jordan's swellings haunt the list'ning ear ; E'en then, O Christ, flash to our glazing eye, \ isions of Thine Own selfto conquerfear O Saviour blest, thus let it be '. Then go aye to abide villi Thee. 59. Moriah and Calvary. 8s. Gen. xxii. u. Bow. viii. 72. 1 Con! Thou spared'st Abraham's son, Bui Thou spared'st not Thine Own ; ' Thou beheld'st the victim bound, But another, lo ! is found ; When the mighty faith is shewn ; When the knife was gleaming down. 2 Coil ! Thou spared'st Abraham's son, Bui Thou spared'st not Thine Own; Spared'st neither shame nor wrong; Thorn-crown, spitting, smiting, thong; • Laid'sl upon the Lamb of God All our sins in all their load. 3 God! Thou spared'st Abraham's son, Bui Thou spared'st not Thine Own ; ' Spared'st not the traitor-kiss, Nor the Twelve's unfaithfulness ; Anguish oi' Gethsemane ; Bitter cross of Calvary, 4 God ! Thou spared'st Abraham's son, But Thou spared'st not Thine Own ; Bruised'st Him with utter grief, Void of solace as relief ; While the darken' d earth and sky Shudder at His agony. 5 God ! Thou spared'st Abraham's son, But Thou spared'st not Thine Own ; Over His unspotted soul All Thy v aves in thunder roll ; Till His heart with sorrow breaks ; Light His glazing eye forsakes. 6 God ! Thou spared'st Abraham's son, But Thou spared'st not Thine Own ; We adore that wondrous love, Which Thy matchless grace doth prove ; Him Thou spared'st not that we Might be spared and blest of Thee. 60. By His Stripes we art: Healed. 6s. Is. liU. :. 1 By His stripes we are healed : This truth to us is sealed, Ev'n by the Holy Spirit, As witness to Christ's merit ; Sin-wounded, bleeding, sore, We catch — "Go, sin no more," As 'tis to us revealed By His stripes we are healed. 2 By His stripes we are healed: Long, long by trope concealed, We now, O Lord, perceive, Ev'n as heart-touched we grieve, This Thy one remedy, ' For us the Lord did die' ; Love's law stili unrepealed, By His stripes we are healed. 3 By His stripes we are healed : None vainly have appealed ; Thou, suffering Lamb of God, Bearing the World's dread load, How may we magnify So grand a clemency! To Thee, heart-changed, we yield By His stripes we are heated, VICTIM VICTOR: VICTOR VICTIM— THE KING ON HIS CROSS-THRONE. 4 By his stripes we are healed: All ! tears must be congealed If this we will not own ; And heart as hard as stone ; If men weep not, nor feel Sweet anguish o'er them steal ; Let it aloud be pealed, By His stripes we are healed. 51 Victim-Victor: Victor- Victim. 8s. St. John 1. 29. " Pro nobis tibi victor et victima, ct ideo vie' or, quiii victima; pro nobis tibi saccrdoa ct sacrificiwri, ct ideo sacerdos, quia sacrificiicm. — St. Augustine. (Conf. x. xliii'J i Victor yet Victim manifest! Love to its mighty task addrest ; Victim yet Victor — Righteousness Suffering, our fallen race to bless. 2 Victim yet Victor — on the Cross Redeeming our stupendous loss ; Victim yet Victor — sacrifice By which eternally Death dies. 3 Victor yet Victim — lo ! Lord Christ ! Our sacrifice at once and Priest ; Victim, yet Victor over Hell, Atoning blood ineffable. 4 Victim yet Victor— O my soul ! The waves of wrath see o'er Him roll ; Victor yet Victim — His work done, Finish' d a World's redemption. (32 The Once Marred Face. At. Hi. ij. . 8.6.S.6.8.8. i Oe human faces none so marred O Jesus, as was Thine ; But it is now no longer scarred ; Its lustre is divine : For crown of thorns, Thy "many crowns ;" And NOW all Heaven Thy conquest owns. 2 A soldier's cast-off robe they gave — Jest on Thy regal claim ; For sceptre a frail reed to wave, Thus putting Thee to shame ; But now Thy robe is woven light, Thy sceptre now the might of right. 3 All praise to Thee, The Crucified: Thou did'st assume our blame ; All praise that when we must have died Thou barest all the shame ; Pierce! hands and feet and red-mark'd ThetrophiesofLove'svictorynow. [brow : 4 O Man of Sorrows, when on Earth, Thou us forgettest never ; Thou'rt kin to us by mortal birth, In sympathy for ever ; We Thee adore ; we Thee implore ; O haste the time Thee shall restore ! 63. The King on His Cross-throne. 7s. Gal. vi. 14. " Dominus regnavit a Ligno:" "Throned upon the awful tree." — John Ellerlon. 1 Throned upon the awful tree : Yea, Lord, this the sight we see ; Tho' men put Thee to all shame ; Cast despite upon Thy Name ; Yet Thou reignest, reignest now ; Crown of thorns upon Thy brow. 2 Throned upon the awful tree : Love's redeeming mystery ; Wondering, we watch Thee die ; Shuddering, we hear Thy cry ; Yet Thou reignest, reignest now ; Crown of thorns upon Thy brow. 3 Throned upon the awful tree : Releasing from captivity All, even all the sons of Time, Who by faith to Thee shall climb ; Yet Thou reignest, reignest now ; Crown of thorns upon Thy brow. 4 Throned upon the awful tree : Breaketh forth Thy majesty ; By Thy side " a burning brand" Pluck' d from Hell by Thy strong Hand ; Yes Thou reignest, reignest new ; Crown of thorns upon Thy brow. 5 Throned upon the awful tree : Thus Thou willed'st it to be ; Powers of darkness 'gainst Thee hurled ; So Thou didst redeem — a World ; 28 THE CROSS "BITTER TREE'-STABAT MATER. Yes Thou reigriest, reigfnest now ; Crown of thorns upon Thy brow. 64 The Cross ("Bitter Tree") Foreshadowed. 8s. " / liave made the dry tree to flourish." — Ezekiel xvii. j^. i The 'dry tree' I have made to flourish: Great words of wonder ! words of grace ! By them I seek my faith to nourish, Beneath the shining- of Thy Face ; Thy Cross no 'high tree' but the 'dry tree,' Uprais'd for lost World's misery. 2 The 'dry tree' I have made to flourish: O seer of God, Thy listn'ing ears The great truth caught, and it did cherish; Before Him hushing all thy fears ; I see, Lord, in this vision folden, Thy crimson Cross and gospel golden. 3 The 'dry tree' I have made to flourish : 'Twas so of old, and age to age ; Ah ! Lord Christ, that men might not perish Thou didst endure their mad'ning rage; ThyCross no 'high tree' but the 'octree,' Whereon Thou wroughtst Thy clemency. 4 The ' dry tree' I have made to flourish: A light of glory on it glows ; So that all other, lo ! is garish To him who Thy redemption knows ; I see, Lord, in this vision folden, Thy crimson Cross and gospel golden. 5 The ' dry tree' I have made to flourish: The Rose of Sharon it adorns ; The valley-lilies from lush 'marish' ; And wildings sharp with many thorns ; Thy Cross no 'high tree' but the 'aVy tree,' White Dove upon it, lo! I see. 6 The ' (try tree' I have made to flourish : As trunk in Winter stark and gaunt— Yrt clinging here, my faith I nourish, Nor Earth nor Hell shall e'er me daunt ; I see, Lord, in this vision folden, Thy crimson Cross and gospel golden. 65. Stabat Mater. St. John xix. 25. 8s. 1 As pallid as the marble cold, Lo ! near the stark Cross Mary stands With bowed head and clasped hands ; While all the waves o'er Him are roll'd, Who naught of anguish countermands. 2 Again, and yet again His voice Proclaimeth to the shudd'ring skies, That on Him now a World's guilt lies, By no constraint but Love's great choice — Redemption by His agonies. 2,0 mother-maid, within thy heart Bleed deeper wounds than by the nails ; And tho' we read not of Thy wails, We know how tragic was Thy part ; Each hurt to Him thy heart assails. 4 But whit is this awaits her ear, St. John and she approaching nigh . J No longer lamentable cry, But sweetest words of filial care — A home provided tenderly. 5 Thanks to Thee, Saviour, for Thy Cross ; Thanks for the greatness of Thy love ; But thanks to Thee, all thanks above, That, in redeeming our dread loss, Thy breaking heart to her did move. 6 Repeat St. 1. In Latin By Alexander Waugh Young, Esq. M.A., Head Master Tettenhall College, near Wolverhampton. De Matre Domini. 1. Ad crucem diram pallida Demisso vultu mater stat, Dum fluctus Ilium devorat, Qui mala fereus omnia Levamen nullum sibi dat. 11. Eu, gemit Ille saepius, Peccata mundi sustinens : Coelumque tremit audiens ! Sic Amor vincit caelicus. Nos luctu suo rediinens. IT IS FINISHED— MYSTERY OF SIN COUNTERWORKED. in. O mater, virgo, gladius Transfixit alte tuum cor, Cruentis clavis durior. Dum cruciatur Filius, Ah, matri quantus est dolor ! IV. O, Sancta Jesu pietas ! Quae rumpit vox silentium ? Egloti domicilium Divina dat Humanitas, Orbaeque matri filium. V. Ingentes, Christe, gratias Pro tua Cruce reddimus ; Nee, Spiritus quod ultimus Ad matrem davit, minimas Salvator suavis, agimus. VI. Cen marmor pallens Maria Afflicta juxta crucem stat, Palmisque pressio haesitat, Dum Ilium mergunt aequora. Qui fugam Sibi denegat 66. I T is Finished. St John xix. jo. 7s. 1 WREATH'D His brow with crown of thorn ; Frenzied Hate and bitter Scorn, Madly claim that He must die ; Mockeries and insult heaping, Taunt and jeer from fierce lips leaping; Callous to His agony. 2 But what mean these dreadful signs ? Are we on Hell's own confines ? Thund'reth forth the Sea of Wrath? The great sun is black above, Shrouded as Incarnate Love Treads the dismal vale of Death. 3 Lo ! the mighty work is done ! Lo ! Redemption is begun ! Satan spoil'd and sin o'erthrown ; Louder than the sev'n-fold thunder, Shaken Hell and Heaven wonder, As the Cross becomes a throne. 4 Upward soars the Son of God; Freed now from His awful load, Lo ! He now re-enters Heaven ; Hosts on hosts attend on Him Seraphim and Cherubim — All divinest homage giv'n. 5 Lift your heads, ye pearly gates; He WHO all things subjugates As a conqueror enters in ; Man's redemption is achiev'd ; Man from guilt is now relieved ; By His blood purg'd is our sin. 67. Mystery of Sin Counterworked. 7 s - / Corinthians xv. 24-28; Ephcsians 1. 20-23. i Great disaster of the World, When man from his throne was hurl'd; When the tempter seem'd to win Through unfathomable sin: Ah ! But it was only seeming: Lo ! The Christ hath come redeeming. 2 Vast, unmeasur'd was the treason; Yet 'tis fundamental reason Of our Christianity, That enfolds humanity: See in blood-red flag unfurl'd, Jesus, Saviour of the World ! 3 O Great reconciliation ! O Supreme propitiation ! Grace and Truth thro' Him resounding .iid redeeming love abounding: Lo ! The hosts of hell are shatter'd By the Prince of Life far-scatter'd ! 4 Grace is infinite and strong; Right is mightier than Wrong; Meagre are all Sin's resources, Against Love Eternal's forces: Christ! Gird on Thy conqu'ring robe; Hast Thou not redeem'd the globe ? 5 O Church of the Living God ! Lift up thine almighty rod; Far and wide the Gospel story Tell of Jesus thron'd in glory: Working in His love and might; Bringing back mankind to light. 6 Is it vain The Crucified For man liv'd and for man died ? Can sin still be so tremendous 3Q SHAME CHANGED TO GLORY— THE SHED BLOOD. That His death no boon did send us? Nay O Christ ! Thou victor art Thy Love yet shall Hatred thwart. 7 Hasten, Lord, the gladsome time ; Let the golden hour now chime ; When Thy Love destroying evil Shall assur'd, dethrone the devil ; And the World's stupendous loss Be regain'd by Thy great Cross. 68. Shame Changed to Glory. 8s. Romans i. 16. 1 Men thought all o'er when Thou hadst died The Crucified ! The Crucified ! Sunken beneath a load of shame They dreamed they had befouled Thy name; The crosses base of Calvary Securing deathless' infamy. 2 But Thou on the supreme Third Day Alive thro' grave didst take Thy way ; Forth stepping as a conqueror From its stone-closed and sealed door ; Grasping in nail-pierc'd Hand the palm With Thy Omnipotence's sure calm. 3 For forty days and forty nights Thou shewdst Thyself to human sights; To chosen witnesses appointed Who knew Thee well the Lord's Anointed ; Fore-casting the far-onward strife And telling not of death but life. 4And now to-day in all the Earth A thousand tongues tell of Thy worth ; The cross all luminous with glory Blest sign of the old Gospel story ; Anil the World's heart will cease to ache As men Thee i'ov their Saviour take. 5S0, far and wide, the Gospel soundelh ; Anil whereso'er it goes astoundeth ; See faiths and worships of all ages Sure toppling down 'midst priestly rages ; Nor shall pause be till, His work done, The round globe tor THE CHRIST lie won. 69. The Shed Blood. 7s- " Washed front our sins in Hisown blood." ■ — Revelations i. 5. " / am Thine save me." — 1'salm c.ri.r. gj.. 1 Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Hear me, Lord, for Thou art mine ! Thou a sinner's only Way ; I grim Satan's wished-for prey ; Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Wash me in the blood divine ! 2 Save me, Lord, for 1 am Thine ! Hear me, Lord, for Thou art mine ! Guilty, Lord, I am indeed ; But for me Thou once didst bleed : Save me, Lord, for I am Thine Wash me in the blood divine ! 3 Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Hear me, Lord, for Thou art mine I'm sin-stain'd, O wilt Thou cleanse? Put away my deep offence? Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Wash me in the blood divine ! 4 Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Hear me, Lord, for Thou art mine ! Pity me, I am so weak ! Make me meek as Thou art meek ! Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Wash me in the blood divine ! 5 Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Hear me, Lord, for Thou art mine ! When to that dark wile I come, Where cold Jordan's waters foam ; Save me, Lord, i'ov I am Thine ! Wash me in the blood divine! 6 Save me, Lord, for I am Thine ! Hear me, Lord, for Thou art mine! Unto Thee I still shall cling, And thro' Thee I still shall sing, Save me, Lord, for I am Thine! Wash me in the blood divine ! THE RISEN SAVIOUR— THE ABIDING PRESENCE. 3i 70. The Risen Saviour. 6s. " The Lord is risen indeed. " St. Luke xxiv.jj.. 1 The Lord is risen indeed : We say it as a Creed ; But O to feel its power Each day thro' ev'ry hour. 2 T/ic Lord is risen indeed : Glad, I the great word read ; For He for us hath died, Jesus, The Crucified. 3 The Lord is risen indeed : My heart would on this feed ; He is not dead ; He lives And every blessing' gives. 4 The Lord is risen indeed : No more a bruised reed ; Most glorious of news ! Who — who shall it refuse ? 5 The Lord is risen indeed : Gone up to intercede ; On His Great Throne on High, No more, no more, to die. 6 The L,ord is risen indeed : The Grand Fact we may plead ; O Christ ! Who liv'st above, Shew unto us Thy love. 7 The Lord is risen indeed : Grim Death himself did bleed ; The Last Foe conquered, And all in triumph led. 8 The Lord is risen indeed : O let the Gospel speed ! Tell the "good news" all round To Earth's extremest bound. 9 The L.ord is risen indeed : We say it as a Creed ; But O to feel its power, Each day thro' ev'ry hour. 71 . The Abiding Presence. 7 s. "Lo! Tarn villi yon ahvay." — St. Matthew xxviii. 20. 1 Bless, my soul, thy Saviour dear, As He still to Thee is near ; Still He is The Cri'cified, Tho' in Heaven glorified ; From the sky He looketh down And the lowliest will own. 2 Bless, my soul, thy Saviour dear, As he still to thee is near ; With all human sympathy For all who lift pleading eye ; Near to humble and to poorest ; Friend of all friends, ah! the surest. 3 Bless, my soul, thy Saviour dear, As He still to thee is near ; Near to chief of sinners still That He may His words fulfil ; Lowly may thy "closet" be, Not at it he looks, but thee. 4 Bless, my soul, thy Saviour dear, As He still to thee is near ; Tell Him all that's in thy heart, Be it joy or be it smart ; He will breathe by Spirit mild, Witnessing thou art His Child. 5 Bless, my soul, thy Saviour dear, As he still to thee is near ; Him thou ne'er cans't Weary, know With the longest tale of woe ; Tell it, tell it all, and He Will speak peace benignantly. 6 Bless, my soul, thy Saviour dear, As He still to Thee is near ; "Abba Father" be thy cry, Howe'er great Thy agony; Plead, replead His promises, Richly, freely He will bless. 7 Repeat St. 1. 32 THE RESURRECTION— THE STONE ROLLED AWAY. 72. The Reslrrection. St. Matt.xxviii. b-io; St. Luke xxiv. 10. 5 s - i We have seen the Lord : O transcendent word ! He is now alive Who with Death did strive, On "the bitter tree" Raised on Calvary ; Yea, and in the tomb Made bright all its gloom ; Light of Life — the Lord : O thrice-precious word ! 2 We have seen the Lord : O hope-giving word ! That the women brought When " The Twelve" they sought ; We have seen the Lord : O joy-bringing word ! Jesus' work all done, His great victory won ; We have seen the Lord : O heart-calming word ! 3 We have seen the Lord : O love-kindling word ! All fulfilled He said ; Truth established; We have seen the Lord : Bearing no sharp sword ; But sweet as before, Yea, more and still more ; We have seeji the Lord : O faith-working word ! 4 We have seen the Lord : O amazing word ! That all Hell confounds; Gospel that astounds ; We have seen the Lord : We have Him ador'd ; He the Living One, Goes back to His Throne; We have seen the Lord : Tell the mighty word. 5 We have seen the Lord : O fear-shatt'ring word ! We have seen the Lord, From the grave restor'd ; His omnipotence Clear to ev'ry sense ; His abiding power, Our unchanging dower ; We have seen the Lord : O transcendent word ! 73. The Stone Rolled Away. 8s. St. Mark xvi.j. i O why ye sad ones do ye moan, " Who'll roll away for us the stone?" As to His grave ye take your way, The darkness thick is turned to day ; Behold He that was dead is risen, The seal'd door bursting of His prison ! 2 " Who'll roll away for us the stone?" Why should your Faith thus, doubting, Forgotten have ye what He spake [groan? Foretelling how He Death should shake? For lo ! the Great Third Day is come ! No longer seek Him in the tomb. 3 Ye angels clad in flawless whiteness All radiant in heaven's brightness ; Ye gracious bring your minist'ring word, Clear-heralding your risen Lord ; The Lord of Death and Lord of Life, Victor unconquer'd in the strife. 4 O haste ye, sad hearts, haste to tell — Unless it be unspeakable ! That He to Galilee is gone, As having " roll'd away the stone ;" Lo ! There He waits to re-proclaim His Gospel — now free'd from all shame. 5 Ah ! Heaven and Earth are now combin'd ; Haste ye, haste ye, lo, ye shall find : — As Jacob's ladder spann'd the sky Above the spot where he did lie ; So by bright angel-hosts attended The crowned Christ to Earth descended. ASCENSION AND PENTECOST-CHRISTS WORDS. 33 74. Ascension and Pentecost. Acts of the Apos. i. ii. St.L11kexxlv.50s1. 8.8.6.8.8.6. 1 Lo ! The Groat Forty Days had sped When Jesus His disciples led As far as Bethany ; Earth three and thirty years He trod As the Incarnate Son of God ; Now He re-seeks the sky. 2 The Church's charter had been given That must be ministered from Heaven— Not footstool, but the Throne ; All fulness of the Holy Spirit, Bought for us by His flawless merit ; To our whole RACE made known. 3 Upward in Majesty he soars, [pours Whilst on "The TWELVE" He blessing With His outstretched Hands. Until the Cloud of Glory blazing, Conceals Him from their passionate gazing As each adoring stands. 4 Returning to Jerusalem, As their Lord had commanded them, Obediently they wait ; That in the three-fold Name forthgoing They all the gifts of His bestowing, To Him may consecrate. £ Now dawns the Day of Pentecost ; Now comes in power the Holy Ghost, As He to them had said ; All glorious things of Zion spoken Fulfilled are — not one word broken - Swiftly the great news spread. 6 O Christ ! Thou high-enthroned One Thy conquest truly is begun ; Thousands prick' d to the heart ; Jerusalem sinners of all men First to be sav'd — O whose the pen To tell the Gospel's start? 75. Christ's Words. ios. " Never man spake like this man." — St' foh/i vii. 46. " He taught them as one having authority." — St. Matthew vii. _>o. 1 Amid the Babelof men's clam'rous speech, Lord Jesus, what a " still small voice " is Thine ! And yet where are there words that men's hearts reach Like those of Thee -the human and divine ? 2 Thy words rule men as statutes ne'er have rul'd, Not penalty but conscience gives them power ; Men find out soon or late themselves befool' d, And bruis'd, and broken, seek Thy Spirit's dower. 3 How have Thy words, Lord, quicken'd human thought ! How have they penetrated human lives ! How have they into grandest deeds been wrought ! And how on their deep lines allProgress drives. 4 How have Thy words up-flamed as into swords ! How have they gone straight to the world's great heart ! How Freedom thence has fetched her battle-words ! How Thy word-pictures glorified all Art ! 5 How have Thy words passed on to end of Earth ! Yea single words— as 'come' and 'look' and 'lost' Caused wail of anguish break into glad mirth, And calmed the hearts a-weary, tired, and tost ! 6 The thunder's loud reverberating roar Shakes not nor smites, but 'tis the 34 JESUS REIGNS-LONGING FOR CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. shatt'ring levin ; And not men's words will slay proud Errors hoar But poignant words, like Thine, re- vealed from Heaven. 7 I seek retreat from all this empty noise, Mere human words in books that have no end ; In the one Book supreme I si ill rejoice : O Lord, more mighty fire-touch'd Preachers send ! 8 Send Seers who know Thy voice and follow Thee ! To height and depth, not sham'd of Jesus' blood ; O give us, Lord, these more and more to see ; Thy Words still their predestin'd heav'nly food. 9 Amid the Babel of men's clam' rous speech, Lord Jesus, what a " still small voice" is Thine ! And yet where are there words that men's hearts reach Like those of Thee — the human and divine ? 76. Jesus Reigns. Psalm xevi. i.; Isaiah Hi. 7; Corinthians xv. 35; Revelations xi. U. 8s. 1 1 LOOK around and tumult see, Men toss'tl about like tossing sea ; Hearts in unrest, and tired brains ; ButGod'sWordspeaketh — "Jesus reigns." 2 Blind Error's maze, Sin's downward road, The multitudes led far from God ; Lo ! as I gaze, ev'n Faith complains, ButGod'sWordspeaketh — "Jesus reigns." 3 Ah ! treach'rous voices throng the air ; And false lights hang out everywhere ; How wild the rush for Mammon's gains; But God's Word speaketh -"Jesus reigns." ^.Thickdarkness broods where might be light; Truth falleth in the street— foes smite ; And all around are clanking chains ; But God's Word speaketh — "Jesus reigns." SThyCross, Lord, still a "stumbling-block"; Thy Gospel, the World's wise men mock ; Thy Abels hated, slain by Cains ; But God's Word speaketh — "Jesus reigns." 6 Lord God, is not Thy set time come ? Aye wilt Thou to our cries be dumb? Wilt Thou not end strife that profanes ? Yes, God's Word speaketh— "Jesus reigns." 7 Ah, Lord, Thou seest to the end ; All things to Thy Love's purpose tend ; Thou yet shalt cleanse Earth of its stains ; For God's Word speaketh — "Jesus reigns." tj Praise to our God ! His Word is sure ! Praise God the triumph is secure ! Amidst all these discordant strains God's Word still speaketh — "Jesus reigns." 77. Longing for Christ's Second Coming. Hebrevvs ix. 28. 7s. 1 Earth still travaileth in pain That Thou, Lord, would'st come again ! Waits and waits age after age, Searching still the holy page ; Still Thou eomest not, nor yet Givest sign the time is set. 1 Emptied of Thy glory then, When Thou dwelled'st here mong men Thou art high-enthroned now "Man)' crowns" upon Thy brow ; Earth still travaileth in pain That Thou, Lord, would'st come again. 3 O Thou blessed Holy Ghost, Pleading, we dare Thee accost ; Hast Thou not from days of old Of His Second Coming told ? Hast Thou not by word and trope Giv'n Thy Church this might)' hope? 4 Look, O Saviour, as we kneel ; Lord, Thou knowest all we feel ; Sinking heart and pulsing brain, That Thou eomest not again : CROSS-BEARING AFTER CHRIST— SAFETY AND COMFORT. 35 What Thy Spirit long' has said dive, O Christ ; come to our aid ! 5 O my God, how long-, how long Thy return to Earth prolong? How long till Thou shalt appear All Thy foes to put to fear ? How long till Thou Crucified, Take the world for which Thou'st died ? 78. Cross-bearing After Christ. " Take up thy cross." —St. Matthew xvi. 24. 8s. 1 Take up thy cross, },ly soul, thy cross ! Take it, thou wilt not suffer loss : Thy Lord knows all its heaviness ; Thou sippest but of His distress. 2 Take up thy cross ! 'tis thine, my soul, But subject to thy Lord's control ; Then take it up ; to let it lie Will make it heavier by-and-bye. 3 Take up thy cross ! nor fear to take Whate'er He sends, for His Name's sake ; He is too loving to o'ertask : And He gives grace as we do ask. 4 Take up thy cross ! still follow Him, Ay, even if thy eyes be dim : Take up thy cross, my soul, and know His eyes are on thee in thy woe. 5 Take up thy cross ! take up thy cross ! Take it, thou wilt not suffer loss : The Lord knows all its heaviness ; Thou sippest but of His distress. 79. Unseen Yet Loved. 1 St. Peter i. S; St. John xx. SO. 8s. 1 Unseen we love ; but hope to see When from this earthly body free, Ami pass'd to yonder world Above ; But now, by grace, unseen ve love. 2 Unseen we love ; we know not how ; Nor may we ever think to know, Till upward unto Thee we move. To find there how unseen we love. 3 Unseen we love ; for Thou hast giv'n A thousand motives this side Heav'n, To yield response, O Holv Dove ! To Thy alluring unseen love. 4 Unseen we love ; as on Thy Rood, All crimson'd with Thy precious blood, We know Thee, Lord, our sins remove; This melts our hearts — unseen we love. 5 Unseen 7ve love ; O gracious Lord, Thou hast fulfill 'd in us Thy W'ord ; How long Thy patience with us strove ! No marvel, that unseen we love. 6 Unseen ?vc love ; 'gainst guileful arts We yielded have to Thee our hearts ; O keep Thou us that we ne'er rove : Still verify, unseen we love. 7 Unseen we love ; rejoicing still To grow like Thee and do Thy will ; Grant that our daily lives approve That Thee we know and unseen love. 8 I 'usee/i we love ; but hope to see, When from this earthly body free, And pass'd to yonder world Above ; But now, by grace, unseen 7ve love. 80. Safety and Comfort. St. Ju/nix.j^.^ 7s. 1 I AM safe, for Christ holds me, Comforted, for I hold Him ; Saviour, O thus let it be, When my dying eyes are dim : I held of Thee, Thee holding ; Thy strong love me enfolding. 2 Thou art strong and I am weak ; Weakness clinging unto strength ; Thus, dear Lord, Thou me dost seek ; Taking home Thine own at length ; Thy promises fulfilling, "Thy people making willing.'' 3 I am weak and Thou art strong ; Thy strength girding me, so weak ; Ah J my joy breaks forth in song, Lauding Thee in strength so meek ; My sin by Thee forgiven Gives glimpse of op'ning Heaven. 4 When my sense of safety pales, Shew Thy nail-mark'd Hand in men ; 36 THE DIVINENESS OF THE CHRISTIAN— LEADER AND GUIDE. When my sense of comfort fails, Place my trembling' hand in Thine ; Lord, shew me Thy salvation ! Lord, give Thy consolation ! 5 I am safe, for Christ holds me ; Comforted, for I hold Him ; Saviour, O thus let it be, When my dying eyes are dim ; I held of Thee, Thee holding ; Thy strong love me enfolding. 81 . The Divineness of the Christian. 7s. "Made partakers of divine nature." — 2 Peter i. j; Hebrews xii. io; i Corinthians ix. io. i Lo ! The mighty act is done ! Christ and I are now made one ; One in nature, yes, divine ; I am His, and He is mine. 2 Wondrous, Lord, that Thoushould'st seek O'er me so great word to speak ; Word that does a sinner change And with God Almighty range. 3 God, the I Ioly Ghost divine, Making Jesus' merit mine ; Thou didst quicken my dead soul, Thou did'st make me wholly whole. 4 Father-God, Thou call'dst me son, When this conquest high was won ; Grant that I be still Thy child, " Holy, harmless, undefiled." 5 My august name I will wear ; Claim my privilege as heir ; In each feature copy Thine ; My whole nature made divine. 6 Lo ! The mighty act is done! Christ and I are now made one ; One in nature, yes. divine ; I am His, and He is mine. 82. Jesus — Sun and Shield. 7s. " The Lord God is a sun and shield." — Psalm Ixxxiv. 11. " Jesus! Sun and Shield art Thou, Sun and Shield for ever." — Dr. Horalius Bonar. 1 Jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou : Sun, art Thou for ever ; But a Shield, Lord, only now, Yonder, never, never ! There — no danger and no foe Nor e'er need to ward a blow. 2 Jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou : Sun, fails never, never ; Shield too, whilst we walk below ; Guarding ever, ever ; Guard, O Lord, from fiery dart, That would seek to wound my heart. 3jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou : Sun, art Thou for ever ; Make my path still brighter glow, Paling never, never ; And if tempted still to yield, O place over me Thy Shield. 4jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou : Like to Thee none ever ; Rich and poor and high and low ; Blessing keeping never ; Our Sun — Heav'n's unsetting light ; Shield, but in Sin's earthly fight. 5jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou : Sun, art Thou for ever ; But a Shield, Lord, only now ; Yonder, never, never ; Present armour all laid down ; Gain'd the robe, the palm, t lie crown. 83. Leader and Guide. 6s. "Shew me Thy ways, O Lord! leach me Thy paths." — Psalm xxv. 4. 1 Shew me Thy ways, O Lord, Thy paths O do Thou teach ; I bring Thee Thine own word ; Hear me, I Thee beseech. HEART-SURRENDER— ROSE OF SHARON. 37 2 O take me by the hand, That I may feel Thee near ; And when my foes withstand, I shall be kept from fear. 3 'Tis many "ways" there be, And "paths" that downward go ; grant that I may see Thine — Thine alone to know. 4 Calls me allure, left, right ; Around — beneath — within ; How they do me invite! Lord, arm me 'gainst all sin. 5 Each step, O Lord, me lead ! I stumble in the way ; Indwelling- grace I need ; Or I shall go astray. 6 Shew me Thy ways, O Lord ! Thy paths O do Thou teach ! 1 bring Thee Thine Own word, To Thee my hands I reach. g4. Heart-surrender, i Thessalonians v. 23. 8. 7. 8. 7. 1 Lift us up in adoration, Seeing Thee upon Thy Throne ; Save us Lord from mere prostration As to carven wood or stone. 2 Pour upon us Thine Own unction, That the Spirit witness may, By His sharp, yet sweet, compunction, Thou art leading in " the Way." 3 Calm in us that perturbation, Which instinctive thro' us darts ; Take without one reservation. Full possession of our hearts. 4 Blend deep love with adoration, Adoration with our love; Set Thy seal of restoration, On each heart, O Heavenly Dove! 5 Burden'd, darken'd, in depression Lord, upon us flash Thy Face! Of us wholly take possession, Make us miracles of grace. 6Thanks for hope of " heavenly mansion," Thanks for all giv'n now and here ; For the soul's more wide expansion, Prelibation of more there. 7More gifts, more of Thine Ascension, Through Thy holy grace and power ; That in progress or declension We may share Thy blood-bought dower 8Save us, Lord, from mere prostration, As to carven wood or stone ; Lift us up in adoration, Seeing Thee upon Thy throne. 85. Rose of Sharon. 7s. Song of Solomon ii. 1; viii. 5. 1 Rose of Sharon ! Mystic flower No man knoweth to this hour : Vet upon which sweetly lies Light more lustrous than of skies; Symbol of the supreme Birth Crown'd all beauty of the Earth. 2 Rose of Sharon ! O how sweet ! For the Gentle One most meet — Falls the title, as Faith's ear To the Song of Songs draws near, Lis';n'ing for the voice of Christ, Keeping aye His holy tryst. 3 Rose of Sharon ! What perfume As of incense fires consume : Floats around Thy gracious name Setting forth the Cross-marked shame Of that Holy Sacrifice Cleanses all our sin-stained cries. 4 Rose of Sharon ! We are told No sharp thorns did thee enfold; Only royal crimson bloom Touch'd with spots of changeful gloom; Thus the King of kings forth-shewing In Thy sweet and hurtless blowing. 5 Rose of Sharon ! May thy dower Rarest beauty on me shower ! May the grace so typified Ever in my heart abide; Tender Saviour ! wilt me bless With Thy spotless righteousness ? 38 EVERLASTING LOVE— BOUNDLESSNESS OF CHRIST'S LOVE, 86. Everlasting Love. 8s. " 1 have loved thee with an everlasting love." — Isaiah xxxi. 3. 1 Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! Give fervours, Lord, like those Above, To tell how we from sin may part, Holding' from Thea the changed heart; Thy Spirit in us still must move; Eternal Love ! Eternal Love! 2 Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! To tell it all too vast doth prove; In man's extremity of need, Thoupromised'st "the Woman's seed;'' E'en when Thy love from Eden drove: Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! 3 Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! In prophecy and gospel wove; Thou did'st the mighty hope excite, Nor ever fail'd to keep a-light; O how can men still from Thee rove ! Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! 4 Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! Man's primal sin Thy great heart clove; As on the Cross 'twixt Earth and sky For sinful man Thou deign'dst to die; Whilst serried Hell against Thee strove: Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! 5 Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! O brood o'er me, Thou heav'nly Dove ! Make me to see Thy purpose stands, Wrought out by Thy nail-pierced hands; Shew how strong faith doth me behove; Eternal Love ! Eternal Love ! 87. Love of God in Christ. ios. "All things work together for good." — Romans viii. 28. 1 Thy love, O God, flows round us tenderly, As round and round the yellow sands, the sea ; That breaks with musicallapseslenderly; Telling how gentle Law isus'd by Thee. 2 And yetThy love, like a bared sword canbe; Or, like the deep sea, hush'd and still, and next — Trod of the Tempest's feet — roused thund'ringly, Till ev'n the heart of Faith doth sink perplext. 3 Help us, whatever form Thy love may take, To know and feal 'tis love 'neath ev'ry form ; Or shine our face, or, Lord, our aw'd hearts shake ; [storm. Still let Thine "It is I" come, calm or 4 Yea, O Lord God.giveustoknow Thylove Mingleth the bht'rest cup plac'd in our hands ; Give us to rise the passing clouds above, And, meekly willing, wait on Thy com- mands. 5 Ah, Lord, for thus more grace, and more we need, Thou know'st it all ; O on us more bestow ! Thy love redeeming, all love do'.h exceed ; give us its sweet restfulness to know ! 6 Thy love, O God, flows round us tenderly, As round and round the yellow sands, the sea ; That breaks with musical lapse slenderly ; Telling how gentle Law is us'd by Thee. 88. Boundlessness of Christ's Love. 7s. and 6s. ..."passeth knowledge." — Ephesians Hi. 19 1 Thy Love, O Christ, is boundless, More boundless than the skyj To deepest plummet soundless ; For Thou for me did'st die. 2 Thy Love is " Grace Abounding 1 ," With fulness like ths sea ; Still— still is it forth-sounding, "Glad tidings" unto me. 3 Thy Love no love can equal ; "fas love without return ; Unchanging and perpetual ; Me, vilest, did not spurn. LOVE OF GOD— GOD OF LOVE— HEART-KEEPING BV JESUS. 39 4 Thy Love is meet for singing, With heart and string and voice ; I, sinner, to Thee clinging - , How can I but rejoice? 5 Tin - Love on Earth is treasure ; It tells of sih forgiven ; But who may seek to measure The perfect bliss of Heaven ? 6 Thy Love, O Christ, is boundless, More boundless than the sky ; To deepest plummet soundless ; For Thou for me did'st die. 89. Love of God — God of Love. 8s. " We read Thee best in Him Who came To bear for us the cross of shame; Seut by the Father from on High, Our life to live, our death, to die." Dr. Ho rat ins Bouar. '' For ive are made partakers of Christ, if ive hold the beginning of our confidence stead- fast unto the end." — Hebrews Hi. 14. ( Cf 1 Peter iv. 13. J 1 OUR life to live, our death to die : Say, Singer, is thy note too high ? Not sinful He, but sinless ever ; Aye, sinful we, and sinless never ; For ev'n in glory — sinners saved, As in the crimson fountain laved ; Say, Singer, is thy note too high? Our life to live, our death to die. 2 Our life to live, our death to die : If so — whence thai stupendous cry? Whence rocking Earth and livid skies? Immeasurable agonies ? | broken? Whence cross ol shame, and great heart Why no word by His Father spoken ? Not thus, not thus, mere mortal dies; Or, His Own four-fold Gospel lies. 3 Our life to live, our death to die : Yea, Lord, by Thy fine alchemy 'Tis even so — by Thy grace given Thou dost here meeten us for Heaven ; Thine Own strong life Thou dost impart With the great gift of the " new heart;" And, breathing in us heav'nly breath, Mak'st us partakers in Thy death. 4 Our life to live, our death to die : Incarnate Love, Thou did'st come nigh ; Thus Thou did'st live as we do live, By Thy divine prerogative ; Thus Thou did'st die as we do die, Sharer of our humanity ; Sweet paradox ! I see it now, Thro' grace, we live and die as Thou. gO. Heart-keeping by Jesus. 8s. Psalm r.vxi. 5, and Philippians iv. 7. 1 Wii.t Thou, O Lord, me holier make! Wilt Thou, O Lord, me holier keep ; The power of sin within me break ! Behold me as I troubled weep. 2 Behold me as I troubled weep ; Alas ! alas ! hard is the fight. What can I do but to Thee creep ? Lord, I go dimly, give me light, 3 Lord, I go dimly, give me light, That I may not " unworthy" prove ; Shield me, O shield with gentle might, In the long patience of Thy love. 4 In the long patience of Thy love. That I may conquer lingering sin ; Yea, Lord, as dross*from ore remove, Purge and repurge me all within. 5 Purge and repurge me all within, In thought and word, desire and deed; Fain would I final conquest win : Hear me as Thou for me did'st bleed. 6 Hear me as Thou for me did'st bleed ; Holy and lowly would I be ; I tell Thee, Lord, Thou know'st my need ; Help, help me of Thy clemency. 40 SERENITY- NOT GRACES BUT CHRIST. 91 . Serenity. St John xiv. 27. 6s. Amas nee restuas. — St. Augustine ( Conf., lib. i. iv. J. "A God is/ A Hoiy Will lives! however the human heart may stagger. High over the isoeavings of time and space lives the sublime purpose; and though all creatures groan in a circle of change, yet unchanging in the midst of change there is one Quiet Spirit." . . . — Schiller. 1 Thy love, Lord, is serene, No tumult marks its flow ; Calm as that Sea was seen When forth Thy word did go ; O that my love to Thee Shew'd Thy tranquillity. 2 Alas ! Lord, I must own O'er all the love I feel— Ev'n that unto Thee shewn — Dim mists of passion steal ; Lord ! Pardon my offence, And from this taint me cleanse. 3 I mourn, Lord, that my love So poorly copies Thine ; Unrest me still doth move With influence malign ; Let Thy sweet quietness My whole soul re-possess. 4 Without — I look to Thee, Within myself I look; O Thy strange constancy How it doth me rebuke ! O hear me as I sigh, Shew me that Thou ait nigh. 5 How changeful is our love ; How mix'd of grief our joy ! How short our raptures prove ! How certain an alloy ! Lord, Thy love in us burn ; Restless to Thee we turn. 92. Imputed Righteousness. 7s. " The Lord our righteousness." — Jeremiah xx Hi. 16. " Cover me with the robe of righteousness." — Isaiah ixi. 10 (cf. xxtiii. \o). 1 Lord, Thou gavest me for dressj Spotless robe of Righteousness ; Woven in what loom, O Christ ? On Thy Cross, by Love unprie'd. 2 Lord, Thou gavest me for dress, Spotless robe of Righteousness ; It makes black or dew or rain ; And an angel's tear would slain. 3 Lord, Thou gavest me for dress, Spotless robe of Righteousness ; Who may set its praises forth ? Who may tell its unmatch'd worth ? 4 Lord, Thou gavest me for dress, Spotless robe of Righteousness ; In my shame to Thee I went ; Thy grace made me penitent. 5 Lord, Thou gavest me for dress, Spotless robe of Righteousness ; fully covering all my sin, Hiding all the guilt within. 6 Lord, Thou gavest me for dress, Spotless robe of Righteousness ; Here now this fair robe I wear, Yonder shall in it appear. 7 Lord, Thou gavest me for dress, Spotless robe of Righteousness ; Crimson sin neatli Thy blood shed Is to white transfigured. 8 Repeat Stanza 1 93. ^* OT Graces but Christ. 8s. Galatians it. 20-21. 1 I bless Thee, Lord, for all the graces That on Thine Own Thou dost bestow; By which we can lift up our faces In light that from Thy Face dothglow' But, Jesus, 'tis Thyself I seek : O hear me as I, pleading, speak ! THE NAMES OF OCR BLESSED REDEEMER POWER FROM OX HIGH. 41 2 I bless Thee, Lord, for Faith and Line, For Meekness — Peace — Humility ; For Patience sweet, like Thine above ; For Courage 'midst hostility; But Jesus, 'tis Thyself I seek : O hear me as I, pleading - , speak ! 3 More grace and graces, Lord, impart, That to "full stature" I may grow ; Keep Thou all issues of the heart, Thou Who alone each heart dost know; Br.t, Jesus, 'tis Thyself I seek : O hear me as I, pleading, speak ! 4 For Thee Thyself, O Lord, I pine ' Fulfil Thy word and in me dwell ; Myself am Thine, Thyself be mine; Cast out all thoughts thai do rebel, O Jesus, 'tis Thyself I seek! O hear me as I, pleading, speak ! 94. The Names of our Blessed Redeemer. Eji/asimts /. 20-23. 8s. 1 O Jesus ! Sweetest of Thy Names ; For "Jesus" saving grace proclaims ; O Jesus ! Saviour ail men need, Laud for the Cross where Thou did's! bleed! 2 Christ ! Once by seer and saint expected; Christ ! Whom Thine Own of old rejected; Christ ! The Messiah true appointed ; Christ ! The cue High-priest anointed. 3 Lord ! Many-crowned King of men ; Lord ! Mighty still to-day as then ; Lord ! Who above all lords art Lord ; Lord ! Ruling all things by Thy word. 4 Lord Jesus Christ ! Our Three-in-One ; Lord Jesus Christ ! Thy will be done ; Lord Jesus Christ ! Adored be In the Most Holy Trinity. 95. Tin: Living Way. 8s "lam the ll'tri/, the. Truth and the I.i/'r." 1 — St. John xiv. 6 (Greek). 1 JESUS, we wake to see the light, For Thou hast kept us through the night ; Now may we hear Thee softly say, / am the true and living War. 2 Jesus, we would this morning raise Upwards our hearts in votive praise ; We give ourselves anew this day To Thee, the (rue and living Way. 3 Jesus, protect our home-ones dear, Keep them and us within Thy fear ; In thought nor word to go astray From Thee, the true and living Way. 4 Jesus, when mingling with the crowd, Or silent, or 'mid clamours loud ; Be this our watchword while we pray, / am the true and living Way. 5 Jesus, help us Thy truth to keep, When we are glad, or when we weep The life within, grant that it may Shew forth, the true and living Way. 6 Jesus, may we Thy cause commend ; Receiving freely, freely spend ; The good attract, the base affray, In Thee, the true and living Way. 7 Jesus, from morning unto night, Sustain us in the paths of right; Make us to grow, as we obey, Like Thee, the true and living Way. 8 Jesus, we ask our "daily bread" From Thee, by Whom we all are fed; By more than earthly food us stay, Thyself bestow, true living Way. 9 Jesus, pour out on us Thy grace, To live as ever 'neath Thy face; Forbid that we should e'er betray, Or leave, the true and living Way. 96. 6s. Power from on High. St. Luke xxiv. 49. Da quod tubes, cf iuhe quod vis. — St. Augustine (Con., lib. x. xxix.) 1 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt, But give what Thou commandest ; Thou knowest all my guilt, Me th'roughly understandest ; Whate'er be on me laid I shall stand unafraid •P IWREST— FULL SUPPLY FOR UTMOST NEED. 2 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt ; All dangers I shall dare? I flee to Thy Blood spilt, To Thy Word and to Prayer ; Thus arm'd I'm clad in mail, When en'mies me assail. 3 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt, Thou all my wounds shalt cure ; Howe'er fair they are gilt Sin's charms shall not me lure ; look on me and bring' Me forth in joy to sing. 4 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt, My way be dark or bright ; Upon the Rock I'm built, Thou shalt defend the right ; 1 look to Thee O God ! I bring to Thee my load. 5 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt, But give what Thou commandest ; Thou knowest all my guilt, Me th'roughly understandest : Whate'er be on me laid I shall stand unafraid. 97. Unrest. St. Matthew xi. 28. 6s' 1 I'm driven to and fro Unknowing where to go ; As tho' a thing of chance Or of mere circumstance; Lord! I am hard-pressed. Where — where shall I find rest? " Come unto Me." 2 I hear, O Christ ! Thy voice; 1 hear Thee ami rejoice ; I am no thing, I find, Nor do the Fates me bind: Lord! I am opprest, But Thou canst t^lvc me rest: " Come unto Me." 3 Again and yet again, Like to some sweet refrain ; 1 catch Thy gladsome call As it doth on me fall ; Thus bidding turmoil cease, Imparting Thine Own peace: " Come unto Me." 98. Full Sltply for Utmost Need. 10s. I'liilippians iv. 9. 1 "My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": I take Thee at Thy word, and ask not why; Or, if I ask 'tis but Thy Name to bless, Who art my "all in all, "my righteousness. 2 " My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": Lord, I place Thy words beneath Thine eye; See me as troubled to Thy Throne I'm led; Teach me to trust Thee for my "daily bread." 3 " My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": 1 praise Thee, Lord, for this sufficiency; For wants of me and mine, I look to Thee; From care, O living Saviour, keep me free. 4 " My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": O Lord my God, need is a constancy; Look on me from Thy dwelling-place in Heav'n, And as Thou look'st, O let me be forgiv'n ! 5 " My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": O blessed Jesus, hear my urgent cry; That I may grow in grace and lowliness, Partaker of Thy blood-bought holiness. 6 " My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": O Saviour mine, give me Thy ecstasy; That day by day for Tl ee I witness may, And others bring to walk along " The Way." 7 " My need, and all my need, Thou wilt supply": Thy word Thou dost fulfil right faithfully; O grant that all I am and have may be, My Saviour, dedicated unto Thee. CHRIST ALL IN ALL— YET NOT I, BUT CHRIST. 43 Q9 Christ All in All. Col. Hi. 1-3. us. 1 ALL the World for Christ , and Christ for all the World; Hoist this watchword flat, r , and let it ne'er be furl'd ; Wide as human need, yea wide a> human sin ; Full and free salvation, Christ has died to win. 2 Christ for all the World, and all the World for Christ; Tell, O tell it fully— this great love unprie'd; Tell it bravely, — tell, whoever be the foes; Tell, O tell it out -one cure for human woes. 3 All the World for Christ, and Christ fo.i all the World; Tell it proudly — sin fromitshigh thronrs is lnui'd; Tell it plainly, tell -that none may e'er despair; Tell it forth at alltimes — tell it everywhere. 4 Christ for all the World, and all the World for Christ; Tell it guiltiest — far from the Cross entie'd. Tell it to the lowest — whom none seem to heed; Tell it to the noblest — for the noblest need. 100. Indwelling — Dwellinc. Ix. S/.. John vi. 56. i O dwell in me, my Lord, That I in Thee may dwell ; fulfil Thy tender word, That Thy evangels tell; In me Thou, I in Thee, By Thy sweet courtesy. 2 But wilt Thou my guest be, In this poor heart of mine? Thy guest? Is this for me? In that pure heart of Thine? In me Thou, I in Thee, By Thy sweet nourtesy. 6s- 3 Thy chamber, Lord, prepare, Whither Thou deignest corn* ; I may not seek to share The making of Thy home: In me Thou, I in Thee, By Thy sweet courtesy. 4 Thy gracious gifts bestow, Humility and love; O cause my heart to glow By fire sent from above: • In me Thou, I in Thee, By Thy sweet courtesy. 101. I' ^ ET Not I, Bit Christ. Galatians ii. 20. 7.6.7.7.6.7.7.7.6. 1 Like to twin-stars that revolve Around the lorn wan moon, That the blackest clouds dissolve; Full of hope and high resolve, I found — ah God! how soon! That without Thy mightier might! I should soon stray from the light, Plunging in starless night ; Thy grace, O Lord! my boon. 2 Vain all graces without grace, My heart to sanctify; Vain by my own strength to trace Noble plans, or to embrace Glad opportunity ; Thou, my God, and Thou alone, Changing this hard heart of stone, Giving benediction, Dost lift and keep me high. 3 Loving Lord, to Thee I come ! See me self-empti'd quite! Sin confessing in its sum, Brought in "guilty'' I am dumb: Lord, see my heart contrite! I would feel when I am weak Then I'm strong: and now, Lord, speak Tint from Thee my strength I seek; Yea, more and more, give light. 4 Ah! my God, I still must sigh! As each day draws to close, Starting well, but by-and-by 44 THE DOOR— THE SAVIOUR NOT HIS CROSS. Self-convicted I descry That in my heart repose Evil thoughts and ill desires, Like to hidden smould'ring fires, Base self-pride that still aspires: A thorn beneath each rose. 102. The Door. Leviticus xvii. 3-4; St. John X. 3. 7.7.7.7. 1 " At the door" — the altar stood; " At the door" — was pour'd all blood; "At the door" — the High-priest pled; "At the door" — great words were said. 2 "At the door" — Why was it thus? What doth all this mean to us ? Be ye rich or be ye poor, This it means, " Christ is the door." 3 As first flowers foretoken Spring - , So that "door" to us doth bring Shadows of Love's festival — Christ the " door" for each — for all. 4 By the tent "door" pass'd but one, And but once a year 'twas done; Lo! " the many" Jesus seeks; On Faith's ear "if, any" breaks. 5 J°y> O man, if thou hast heard, And, by hearing, hast been stirred; Enter now — now whilst 'tis day; O mad folly to delay! 6 Saviour Christ, be Thou my "door," That " outside" I stand no more; And my "Way" be Thou as well, That with Thee I aye may dwell. 1 03. Direct Access. St. John x. 3. 10s. 1 O Christ! To Thee Thyself I take my way ; O Christ! To Thee myself I dare to pray; To none, thro' none, shall I my sin confess; Thou only canst with pard'ning cleansing bless. 2 Vain, vain, yea blasphemous he whoarrests Access direct to Thee, the Priest of Priests; To none, thro' none, shall I my sin confess; Thou only can'st with pard'ning cleansing bless. 3 O not from Earth but Heav'n; or man, O Lord, Effective is a soul's penitent word; To none, thro' none, shall I my sin confess; Thou only can'st with pard'ning cleansing bless. 4 The way is open — rent the hind' ring vail; Whoever will may come, whatever ail; To none, thro' none, shall I my sin confess; Thou only can'st with pard'ning cleansing bless. 5 O gracious Saviour, Thou dost secrets keep; Nor dost bewray why sin sick souls sore weep; To none, thro' none, shall I my sin confess, Thou only can'st with pard'ning cleansing bless. 6 Repeat St. 1. 104. The Saviour not His Cross. 1 I bend not now, O Lord, before Thy Cross; That were to bow down to a crucifix; But to Thyself enthron'd — all else is dross: I dare not truth with deadly error mix. 2 Thy Cross, O Lord, vacated, came the grave, [Day; And Resurrection onthe Great Third I will to Superstition be no slave; Thou, not Thy empty Cross, dost fears allay. 3 Repeat St. 1 4 The " First and Last, once dead and nov alive"; To Thee, to Thee I come, Thou Living One; No cross can e'er my guilt or sorrow shrive; Thou, the One Saviour the great "work" hast done. 5 Repeat St. 1 WORSHIP REFUSED TO MARY, MOTHER OF OUR LORD— TRIUMPH 45 6 I magnify Thee as Thy Church's Head ; The cross a symbol of Thy love, no more ; I bow before Thyself The Crucified ; Thee, O my Christ, and not Thy cross adore. 7 Repeat St. 1. 8 Thy Cross was fashioned by hands of Hate: Who would bow down to such a thing of shame? Nothing of Faith or Love would I abate ; But lo! Thy Cross, foul centre of all blame. 9 Repeat St. 1. 105. Worship Refused to Mary, Mother of Our Lord. St. Lxikc i. 26-28, -fiomcard; i. 46-7; Fsalvi xxxv. 9. 1 Even to Mary, mother-maid, Of whom so mighty words are said; I dare not offer bended knee — Withdrawing homage due to Thee, O Jesus, the Eternal Son, " God manifest in flesh" alone. 2 All honour for her meekness holy ! All honour for her answer lowly! "Blessed art Thou'' — that gracious word Freely to her I would accord ; But it were vain idolatry To lift to her or voice or eve. 3 Sweet handmaid of the Lord in Mary Lo, I see one who ne'er did vary ; Modest and gentle, rev'rent, sweet, More and still more by grace made meet ; Blessed in her own Son divine; Forgiveness fetch'd whence I fetch mine. 4 O, liviug Christ, enthroned on High, Thou welcomest the guiltiest nigh ; Thou hast all tenderness of love, Tho' God o'er all Thou be Above, No creature needs to interpose Betwixt Thee and my poor hearts woes. 5 Repeat St. 1. 106. Triumph. Revelations xi. 6s. 1 Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Come lift up heart and voice ; Lo ! nations at a birth Of Him are making choice; Christ! King of all the Earth, O 'tis a glorious noise ! This universal mirth. 2 'Twas promised of old In vision of Thy Fold ; Like thunder of sea-waves From thousand shores 'tis rolled Behold the word that saves Is beinggrandly told, And high His banner waves. 3 How long O Lord ! how long ! Till shall break forth the song ? Old sage and seer foresaw The dawning of this Day ; And we with hush of awe Behold it on its way ; Lord ! all hearts to Thee draw. The valley of dry bones, Insensate as the stones, Beneath Thy quick'ning breath Rose up a living host : O 'midst our sin and death Come stir Thou Holy Ghost ; We plead, we plead " He saith.' Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Rejoice ! We will lift heart and voice ; Lo ! nations at a birth Of Him ai e making choice ; Christ ! King of all the Earth, O 'tis a glorious noise ! This universal mirth ! 4 6 ADVANCE TO TRIUMPH— VISION OF GLORY. 107. Advance to Triumph, i Glory unto God on High! On the Earth and in the sky : Hallelujah ! Jesus reigneth : Hallelujah ! the light gaineth ; Lo ! the Lord's great Kingdom ccmeth: That all prophecy up-summeth : Let all "magnify" the Lord, Heart and voices in accord. 2 Far and wide the "good seed" sown That Thou mightily dost own ; I lallelujah ! Grace aboundeth ; Hallelujah ! Love astoundeth ; Shout ye — for the harvest waveth ; Shout ye — Christ a lost world saveth : Let all "magnify " the Lord, Hearts and voices in accord. 3 Ages back the word was given That re-bound our Earth to Heaven ; Hallelujah ! Sin is smitten ; Hallelujah! " It is written ": Sing ye — to the Cross hearts rally; Sound it forth o'er hill and valley ; Let all "magnify" the Lord, Hearts and voices in accord. 4 Wistful eyes that swam with tears ; Troubled souls o'ercome with fears ; Hallelujah! all ye lowly; Hallelujah ! by grace holy ; The etern.nl Cov'nant standeth Whosoe'er against it bandeth ; Let all " magnify" the Lord, Heart and voices in accord. 108. Vision of Glory. 20s. 1 On dream-wings lifted up 1 heard the stainless praise oi' the redeemed hosts above, Even as it was heard on Patmos isle, by the disciple whom the Lord did love ; "I'was as the voice oi~ many waters rolling clangrously towards a whitened shore ; And as the voice oi' a great thunder, deep-booming, with Earth's and sky's commingled roar ; And clear and high o'er all, as holy worshippers foregathered there with thronging feci, Harpers harping with their harps, that softened tenderly the awful with the sweet. 2 Then there flashed before my burdened eyes, like bickering flames, so vast a multitude That never mortal may essay to set it forth by any known similitude ; And still in billowy swell forth from the myriad numbers of that vast un- numbered throng, There rose, like to the ring'd ascending smoke of incense, the melody of the " new song, — The song of His great love redeeming, Who, by cross of shame, had saved them on the Earth, And in His grace infinite transported them thither, though of sinful mortal birth. 3 I saw the Great White Throne to th' utmost verge, in purest splendor of Mount Hermon's whiteness, And in the midst the LAMB, lo! as He had been slain, effulgent in His dreadful brightness ; I saw too in the streets of shining gold' that led up to the Lord Christ seated there, The glorious company of theredeemed from first of time, who the " new name" did bear: O it was such a beatific glimpse, that thus to me in my deep sleep was given, That now I walk this scarred, sin- shattered Earth, as tho' already I were there in Heaven. 4 Anil now beneath a lowly roof of Cod's Own House on Earth, I dare to offer praise, Ev'n though sin-stained, because from human lips, the highest notes mere mortal man may raise ; VISION OF GLORY— THE BURNING BUSH. 47 5 Ah! This sad globe of ours, so insignificant amid the blaze of worlds supernal, And marked yea branded with the brand of human sin, by man's base fall, through hate infernal, In crimson vesture hangs before the Throne, by Calvary's cross and Jesus blood redeemed, So mightier grander far is this small Earth of man's, than by proud Science it is deemed; We, therefore, God Almighty, Holy, Holy, Holy One, would draw near with our praise: Accept of it, O Christ, and sanctify, as with one heart we all adoring gaze. 6 Praise to God, Almighty Father ! Praise to the Son Eternal ! Praise to the Holy Ghost! For hast not Thou, to chief of sinners' Saviour, spoken from Thy Throne of Grace on high, Most gracious words of benediction : " Whoso off'reth praise, the Lord doth glorify"? O Holy Intercessor, clarify with Thine Own Spirit's breath, our poor frail singing, That not as music only but praise-prayer it may reach Thee, like white doves winging. From all on Earth and in the heavens, from a love-united and redeemed host ; rom child-lips praise, and praise from dewy youth! from manhood praise, and aprise from hoar old age ! Praise from lowly huts and humble men! from toilers praise, and praise from broad-browed sage ! Praise from Faith, and Hope, and Love, and Joy, and praise from Penitence, and Grief's parched lips ! All who have being praise, until this Fmortal life is lost in the Apocalypse. 4 8 GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT—THE HOLY SPIRIT OUR STRENGTH, 3. (bcrj tk four Spirit. I believe in the Holy Ghost. — The Cr 1 10. God the Holy Spirit. J?o»ia/is xv. 30 8s. 1 O Holy Ghost ! Come as the Dew, All soft and still this quiet eve ; Our first love's joy do Thou renew, As to those who did first believe. 2 O Holy Ghost ! Come as the Fire, In our cold hearts light up Thy flame ; That, touch'd of Thee, we may aspire, And shrink not from His gioriousshame. 3 O Holy Ghost ! Come as the Wind To shake quick ev'ry barrier down ; That, restfully on Him reclin'd, We Him, He us, may gracious own. 4 O Holy Ghost ! Come as the Rain, That sweetly heals the new-mown gra ss ; Refresh and strengthen, that again We on our upward way may pass. 5 O Holy Ghost ! Come as the Light, Pure-breaking as doth break the Day; Work in us by Thy gentle might Such hopes as shall our fears affray. 6 O Holy Ghost ! Be Thou our Life — Our life that's hid with Christ in God ; Make Thou us strong in the sore strife, Guarding us in the paths He trod. 7 O Dew ! 6 Fire ! O Wind ! O Rain ! O Light of Life ! O Life of Light ! We would the height of heights attain— We would be strengt hen' d by Thy Might HI, The Love of mi: Spirit. 7s. Romans jr. JO and Philippians it. 1. 1 'Biding still on Earth with us, O Thou patient Holy Ghost ! Had Thy grace magnanimous, Left us, we had all been lost. 2 Still Thy Presence is confessed ; Still Thou Hastiest inward light ; Still the strife continnest, Still the wayward dost invite. 3 Still stray' d feet Thou guidest heme, Frcm " far country'' they have sought ; Still dost shew Redemption come, On the Cross by Jesus wrought. 4 Heav'nly Dove, Thou might' st us shun, And spread wide Thy wings for flight ; B ut till the Last Man is won. Thou shalt strive to reunite. 5 'Biding still on Earth with us, O Thou patient Holy Ghost ! Had Thy grace magnanimous, Left us, we had all been lest. 112. The Holy Spirit our Strength. 8.7.7. &• John .vie. 16. 1 O Comforter, The Holy Ghost! Before Thee mortal may not beast ; Yet lowlily I would declare That I am strong as Thou art near ; Thy Presence puts in me new strength, Until that now I can at length Take Thee for Helper — Advocate — • My Teacher, Guide, I were ingrate If I burst not into song, By Thy Presence still kept strong. 2 O Comforter, The Holy Ghost! Before Thee mortal may not boast ; Yet not alone driest Thou my tears, Yet not alone stillest Thou my fears; Put, when mv blackest guilt I see, Thou showest me from sin set tree ; All accusations of The Law Are hushed, as near the Cross I draw; " Therefore burst I into song, By Thy Presence still kept strong. 3 O Comforter, The Holy Ghost ; Before Thee mortal may not boast ; SYMBOLS OF GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT! 49 I grasp Thy Name of Paraclete, But find Thee strong' as well as sweet; Consoler Thou, as Thou giv'st peace Still whisp'ring of the great release ; But more — Thy Presence felt so near The eyes of Faith makes bright and clear; My glad heart bursts forth into song; By Thy near Presence still kept strong. 4 O Comforter, The Holy Ghost ! Before Thee mortal may not boast ; Lo ! I, a sinner, now and ever, A sinner safe, but sinless never ; And by Thy grace, O Thou most meek, I cling to Thee or I am weak ; I draw from Thine Omnipotence A strength divine, a precious sense That Thou it is who giv'st me song, Who by Thy Presence mak'st me strong. 113. Serenity under the Spirit's Reproof. »b'<. Joint xvi. S. 8s. 1 Lord, what is this that Thou hast sent ? My heart, like sea-wave turbulent, Sways still with strange sweet agony ! born not of the Earth but sky! Of " sin" Thou seek'st me to convince And 'neath Thy probing touch I wince. 2 Lord, what is this more Thou hast sent ? Lo ! grace mix'd with Thy chastisement! Accusing, yet Thou dost me bless : Convincing me of Righteousness '• Behold I plumb the mystery ; 1 die not, for Thou, Christ, did'st die. 3 Lord, what is this? more blessing sent ? Thy righteousness with "judgment" blent: But Saviour, in Thy boldness clad I shall, by Thee, be no more sad ; Assured that on that fateful Day Thou blessed Christ will be my stay. ||4. Symbols of God the Holy Spirit. 81. Mat. Hi 10.; Acts of the Apostles li. 2-3; xvi. 14; *vi. 23-24. 6.6.6.8.8. 1 Thou earnest as the Dove ; O Holy Spirit blest ! His heav'nly Father's love, Thou fully did'st attest ; Grant that this witness to Him giv'n ; May seal me, too, a son of Heav'n. 2 Thou earnest as the Fire, In the great " Upper Room"; In fervent love not ire, With benison, not doom ; May this clear witness to them giv'n, Seal me, too, Lord, a son of Heav'n ! 3 Thou earnest as the Wind; Men heard it, in the street, Jerusalem did find Sound of invisible feet ; May this strong witness to it giv'n, Seal me, too, Lord, a son of Heav'n. 4 Thou earnest as the Light, Soft-op'ning Lydia's heart ; In gentleness of might, To give " the better part " ; May this sweet witness to her giv'n, Seal me, too, Lord, a son of Heav'n ! 5 Thou cam'st, with EARTHQUAKE SHOCK To shake the prison-walls ; Jailor, as Earth doth rock, For mercy on Thee calls ; May the witness to him giv'n Seal me, too, Lord, a son of Heav'n ! 6 O Dove ! O Fire ! O Wind ! O Light ! O Earthquake dread ! By each, by all combined Be my heart monished ! Grant that each witness of old giv'n May seal me, too, a son of Heav'n. THE HOLY SPIRIT INVOKED FIRE OF THE SPIRIT. 115. The Holy Spirit Invoked, i Tltcss v. 23. 7s. 1 Holy Spirit in me move ; Fill me with a deeper love ; Take, O take from me away, What'er hind'reth Thy full sway. 2 Holy Spirit in me move ; That from Thee I never rove ; Still the " closer walk" be mine; Thy soft light upon me shine, 3 Holy Spirit in me move ; Ah! against Thee long I strove; Thou forgive, and nearer draw, That I ever stand in awe. 4 Holy Spirit in me move; Powerful yet hush'd as Dove ; The " new heart " in me create, That, as pain, I sin may hate. 5 Holy Spirit in me move ; Thy o'ercoming grace still prove ; 1 1 oliness be my strong law, Wakeful unto slightest flaw. 6 Repent Si. 1 . 116. Grace Perfecting, i CorinlJiiansviL ; 2 Corinthians vii. 1 ; Galatians Hi. 3. 7s. 1 Years on years I went in dread, Gloom below and overhead ; As •' hard Master" Christ I served, Trembling when in aught I swerv"d ; But " my chain" His sweet love broke, The Lord's ransom'd I awoke. Joy, O joy, to me is given Here to taste the bliss of Heav'n. 2 " God forbid" that I should boast, Knowing mj redemption's cost ; Pard'ning love I magnify, Nor His mercy may belie ; Grace abounding is my song, Sinner, I to Christ belong. Joy, O joy, to me is given, Here to taste the bliss of Heav'n. 3 I have enter'd into rest ; " Peace of God" doth calm my breast ; " Perfect love" has cast out fear, For the Lord is ever near : In me bcateth " the new heart," Wrought by gracious Spirit's art. Joy, O joy, to me is given, Here to taste the bliss of Heav'n. 4 Holier, I trust, I grow, Thro' " the seed" which Thou dost sow ; Lowlier I fain would be, By Thy sweet humilty; And the pureness of Thy Will Which I choose — like light, doth fill: Joy, O Joy, to me is given, Here to taste the bliss of Heaven ! 5 Years on years I went in dread, Gloom below and overhead ; Christ as austere Master served, Trembling when in aug-ht I swerv'd ; But "my chain" His sweet love brok^, The Lord's ransom'd I awoke : Joy, O joy, to me is given, Here to taste the bliss of Heav'n. 117. Fire of the Spirit. 8s. Sanat dum ferit. — Jer. xx. 0. 1 Thy "fire," O God, let it be mine ; Not in my bones but in my heart ; I ache, Lord, to be wholly Thine ; Thy " fire" bestow whate'er the smart; That Faith and Hope and Love may glow, Like theirs the " closer walk" who know. 2 Thy " fire" O God let it be mine ; " Wood, hay, and stubble" to consume ; Do Thou my whole heart, Lord incline To walk " the Way" Thou dost illume; Hearing Thy call " Come higher Friend;" Foil' wing Thy steps to blessed end. 3 Thy " fire," O God, let it be mine ; That burns to heal and heals in burning; As a Refiner me refine ; Thy searching flame on me returning ; THE TEMPLE RESTORED— MAN. 5' Speckles.s of dross, Lord, I would be ; Thy image in me I would see. 4 Thy "fire," O God, let it be mine ; That I ma)' know Thy prophet's rage ; Yea, that with Thine Own wrath divine, I may a holy warfare wage ; With Thy pure zeal, O Lord, me fill ; In conscience, mind, and heart, and will. 113. The Temple Restored. 2 Cor. vi. iO. 8s. 1 A ruin'd temple is man's soul ; Its ruins doth it " great" enroll ; The fallen shaft— the shatter' d dome ; The shrine, where 'doleful creatures 'come; Its chambers bared to light of day ; Shewing remediless decay : These all are symbols of man's Fall, And to heart-searching thought do call. 2 Who shall this ruin vast re-build ? That with fresh glory it be fill'd ? Thou, the Lord Christ, and Thou alone Prepar'st in us the mystic stone ; Thou, the Lord Christ, by Holy Ghost,— Rcstors't the beauty man has lost ; O wilt Thou now Thy work begin ! Remake us, Lord, without, within. 3 The "new heart," O my God, bestow, That with Thine own deep love doth glow; The WILL, that gladly lost in Thine, Is strong and brave and half divine ; The conscience that with Thy peace fill'd, Sings as when Zion's songs are trill' d ; Body and soul, all consecrate, By Purit\ Thou dost create. 4 Lord even as in the days old All this by symbol was foretold ; Do Thou to-day in love make good, Redeeming by Thy glorious blood ; Come in, O God, and in us dwell, Possessing my heart's citadel ; Thy temple Thou in merestor'd, Thou aye, O God, shalt beador'd. IIQ. Breathings. Ps. It. 11-12. 7s. 1 In ashes the quick fire slumbers ; Tho' dull smoke the flame encumbers ; Ev'n so, Lord, within Thine sleeps That grace which Thy ruth still keeps. 2 Oft and oft, alas ! O Lord! We forget Thy warning word ; Suff ring our Faith's light to pale, Letting Doubt our Hope assail. 3 But Thou leav'st us not alone ; Thou dost take ev'n heart of stone ; And in miracle of power With our "first love" us redower. 4 Praise, O Lord, that it is so ; But, more, cause my heart to glow ; Yea, fill me with quick'ning fire That I may afresh aspire. 5 O to stand where once I stood, With clear vision of " the blood " ; Into Thine Own Kingdom born ; Languid no more or sin-torn. 6 Repeat St. 1. |20- Man. 1 How great art thou, O Man ! More great, the more I scan ; Most great, when by God's grace Thou tak'st thy rightful place ; Deliver'd from this SlN That doth such triumph win ; Redeem'd — restor'd — twice-made ; Of thy God unafraid. 2 Thy Body — fearful wonder Fit to be prais'd by thunder; Strong — yet how delicate ! 6s. 52 MAN. One — yet how intricate ! 'Tis small — but lo ! a mansion Of measureless expansion ; Yea, city of five gates — A monarch there instates. Brow — grander than a throne — ■ Lo ! angels might it own ! The realm of naked thought — Ideas thence are brought ; There consciousness a-thrill Fore God bows — aw'd and still ; Thro' mazes involute Led to the Absolute. Eyes — that are as twin-stars Fair as the Eve unbars; Lips — sweeter than all sweet, Made for " fine issues" meet; How shall I laud the Tongue!— A weapon subtly strung; Half Heaven, half of Hell— A thing inscrutable. Hand — fashion'd with keen art, And deftly plays its part; Brain — cunningly compact, Seat of all thought, all act; Heart — crimson-curtain'd shrine- By grace made half divine; Of " flesh and blood" enwrought ; Yet where Love's secret's taught. i Man's Body — thing thrice rare, Than fairness all more fair ; Or in bright childhood's hour — • Soft-op' ning as a flower ; Or as fresh youth, or maiden With gifts and graces laden ; Or in full manhood's strength, Or as white head at length. Repeat St. i. II. — THE SOIL. Man's Soul — lo ! how it stands From its Creator's hands ! To walk with God made fit ; To God Himself close knit: O tragedy of loss! Admeasur'd by the Cross ; When Sin of man laid hold, His crown in Earth's mire roll'd. 9 But Everlasting Love To rescue us did move ; Man summoned from his hiding, And with ruth's own sweet chiding, Told him of "Woman's Seed" That yet for him should bleed ; Restoring greatness lost, No more in anguish tost. 10 O costly soul of man ! Seen in Redemption's Plan ; O miracle of power, Thus lost man to redower; O mystery of Sin, Such conquest dread to win ! O terror of all sleight, To hurl from such a height ! 1 1 In front stands Intellect— That no knife can dissect ; Will — no instinct of brute But aye to choose acute ; No iron-like hard pressure, To dictate or to measure ; But lissom as the air, Free to go here or there. 12 Imagination — high, Conversing with the sky ; And — rainbow of the mind — Rich Fancy — nought can bind ; God's warder conscience — set, Ne'er evil to abet; Desires — like leaping flame, Only God's grace can tame. 13 For higher good still aching, Spite of dark passions' shaking; Upwtnging aspiration By God's own inspiration; Fire of all pureness burning Next— to the swine-trough turning; Fill'd now with " perfect peace," Then raging to God's face. 14 Of Earth, but for the skies In final destinies; Frail as a passing breath, Yet conqueror of Death; Erect, yet prone and weak — ■ Great secret where to seek? By nature — naked, bare; By grace — with Christ joint-heir. 15 Repeat St. 1. 1 21 . The Trinity. 1 At Thy Throne, O " Abba Father,' We now reverently gather; Jesus is to Thee " The Way," Therefore would we boldly pray: Holy Spirit, our hearts move, That, twice-born, we may approve. THE TRINITY 53 7s. Thou Eternal Father art, And Thou hast reveal'd Thy heart; Sparing not Thine only Son, That redemption might be won; Love incarnate on the Cross, Purchases, redeems our loss. w God our Father, hear our cry, As we low-adoring lie; Help us by Thy Spirit's aid, That we may be holy made; We would worship God tri-une, Father, Spirit, Son as one. God the Father, Thou lov'st man; From Thy heart came Love's great plan; Thou, the Son, cried'st "Lo! I come," Freely paying man's debt-sum; God the Holy Ghost abides, True to all in Him confides. » 54 THE BIBLE IN ALL LANGUAGES— SYMBOLS OF HOLY SCRIPTURE. 4, &Ijc fxrljr Serigterrt. Holy Scripture containeth all things necessary to salvation: so that whatsoever is not read therein, nor may i roved thereby, is not to he required of any man, that it should he believed as an article of the Faith, or he Ihoug-ht requisite or necessary to salvation. In the name of the Holy Scripture ive do understands those canonical Ijooks of the Old andjVevj Testament, of whose authority, was never any doubt in the G nur ih. -JLrticles of l\eligion. 122. The Bible in all Languages. 8s In full five hundred tongues to-day The Word of God holds saving sway; The Gospel of "The Crucified" Still more and more is magnified. This He foretold; and, lo ! 'tis done: How mighty, Lord, the triumph won ! In Sin's immitigable loss Restored by Thy all-conqu'ring Cross. From age to age increasing, till The name of Christ the Earth doth fill; Each year a fresh fulfilment brings — "He comes with healing on His wings." We link us on, however few, With the vast multitude that sue To Thee, Whose Living Word alone Sweet peace doth bring to all that moan. O grand and sweet the thought, to know That thus unitedly we bow: Diverse our language but one heart All choosing still " the better part." How long, Lord, until Thou shalt pour Thy grace on all from shore to shore ! And Thy Word sown o'er all the Earth, Shall bring the harvest-tide to birth. 7 Repeat St. i 123. Symbols of Holy Scripture. Psalm cixx. zo$ : St. John vii. j] and Hebrews iv. 12. 8s. 03 > i Thy Word, O God, is named— Light: It bends o'er us like starry night; Thou Book of God, all darkness flies When unto Thee I lift my eyes; My path grows moreand still more bright; Great Book of God, 'tis well-nam'd Light. 2 Thy Word, O God, is named— LIFE: O precious name untouch'd of strife: It comes as with a mystic breath To wake the soul out of its death, With every gracious meaning rife; Great Book of God, 'tis well-nam'd — Life. 3 Thy Word, O God, is named— Bread : By which our life is nurtured : More sweet than angel's food that fell Upon Thine ancient Israel ; As day by day, Lord, I am fed ; Great Book of God, 'tiswell-nam'd Bread. THE GUIDING LAMP— THE ENGLISH BIBLE. 55 4 Thy Word, O God, is named— Sword: A name of awe, yet in accord; For even as bv flashing blade Way to life's citadel is made; So pierces me, O God, Thy Word: Great Book of God, 'tis well-nam'd — Sword. 5 O Book of God ! O god of books ! Whoe'er into thy pages looks, If brain and heart The Spirit touch, Will thy divineness sure avouch: O God, Thou in Thy Word hast spoken ! Of Light, Life, Bread, and Sword, the token. 124 The Guiding Lamp. Psalm cxix. 105. 8s. i Sometimes I know not what to do, Or to give up, or to pursue; When darkness and when dangers meet, Thy Word, a lamp unto my feet. 2 I look around, and none is near, To whom I may confide my fear; Ah! then I see the Mercy-seat — ■ Thy Word, a lamp unto my feet. 3 When devil, flesh, or world would win Mv steps to tread the paths of sin; O God. to Thee I make retreat — Thy Word, a lamp unto my feet. 4 When I am languid, weary, slow, And my " first love" has lost its glow; Give grace, more grace, I Thee entreat — Thy Word, a lamp unto my feet. 5 Alas! dear Lord, how may I tell How vainly conscience clangs her bell; Warning against Sin's doom, Sin's cheat — Thy Word, a lamp unto my feet. 6 Vet praise, O God, Thou God of grace, That as I run the Christian race, Thou wilt all enemies defeat — Thy Word, a lamp unto my feet. 7 So shall I follow on and on, Until the promised Land be won; Where dwelling in the light indeed My earthly lamp no more I need. 125. The English Bible. 7s. 1 English Bible! Book supreme! For great Singers greatest theme; As my eye into thee looks Grandest I hold thee of books; Speech of noblest breed of Earth ; Noblest speech of mortal birth. 2 English Bible! God's great dower To this Land of mighty power; Foremost she amongst the nations: Calm amidst all perturbations ; Broadest freedom she has won ; Most august work she has done. 3 English Bible ! Charter great Of the Church and of the State ; Tyndale, Coverdale of eld Writ their names on leaves of gold; From the palace to the hut Book in place of honor put. 4 English Bible! Heritage Reverenc'd on from age to age ; So long as we still shall be Land of brave men, land of free ; None shall ever blot thy words. Guarded surer than by swords. 5 English Bible ! Book supreme ! For great Singers greatest theme; Greek and Hebrew — sacred source, But our English deeper force ; Destin'd the one tongue to be Shore to shore and sea to sea. 126, • . . . The first Japanese Convert to Christianity — Th rough finding an English Bible floating in Yeddo Bay in 1857. (See full note in Notes and Illustrations at close.'') 8s. 1 A Bible fell into the sea Or meant, or accidentally; 56 THE ENGLISH BIBLE. 'Twas off a fiercely-heathen Land — Where foam-maned surge roars on the strand. 2 If e'er thing' might be held for lost, Sure 'twas this Bible in sea tost ; A frail waif, and soft as a sponge, What hope it should survive its plunge? 3 But He Whose is the great old Book, Quick turn'd on it protecting look; A heathen noble saw it float, And to recover instant sought. 4 When told that 'twas God's Book divine Round which all weal or woe did twine ; He eager grew yet more to know ; Within his breast a strange warm glow. 5 Like flame of fire love in him burn'd, As oft unto the Book he turned; Until, O Jesus, found of Thee, Faith came in sweet simplicity. 6 Baptiz'd in the thrice-holy Name, Japan's first convert he became; Thus by the sea-drift Bible led, To Him Who for the World has bled. 7 O " Bread of Life" on waters cast, Shielded from wave and whelming blast ! O Book of God grown to great host Art Thou upon that far-off coast. 8 Whose Bible 'twas is all unknown; But to what " good seed" it has grown! A living thing in His great hands: O let us send it to all Lands. c) : f\ THE RESURRECTION— SUNDAY MORNING— SUNDAY "MADE" OF GOD. 57 5, %\t S ablmtlT. F_emernber the Sabbath-day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work : but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God : in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, nor thy man-servart, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates : for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea and, all that in them is, ond rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath-day and hallowed it. — The Fourth Commandment (Exodus xx. 8-11, and of Genesis ii. 2-8). The Son of Jdan is Lord even of the Sabbath-day. — St. Jtfatthew xii. &. 127. The Morning. Resurrection — Romans i. 4. Sunday 8.6. 1 Arise my soul, Faith's wings expand, Soar upward to the Heav'nly Land; Behold the great stone roll'd away! Thy Saviour's Resurrection Day! A conqueror forth He came, Death and the Grave to shame. 2 Hark! hark! it is an angel's voice, Who tidings brings that bid rejoice; He stands by Death's wide-open'd door, And cries, "Christ lives for evermore!" A conqueror forth He came, Death and the Grave to shame. 3 O hallow' d Day ! O blessed Day! That all Death's darkness did affray; Far-flaming still o'er all the world, Strong Satan from his vast throne hurl'd: A conqueror forth He came, Death and the Grave to shame. 4 Thou Prince of Life! Thou Saviour dear! For us in Heav'n Thou dost appear; Nor need most tim'rous tremble now Since Faith beholds Thy crown-clasp' d AconquerorforthHe came, [brow; Death and the Grave to shame. 5 O Lord, do Thou help us to watch That we Thy mighty word may catch, " Because I live ye too shall live:" What could more strong assurance give? A conqueror forth He came, Death and the Grave to shame. 6 Arise my soul, Faith's wings expand, Soar upward to the Heav'nly Land; Behold Thy Saviour's grave unbarr'd! White-winged angels for His guard: A conqueror forth He came, Death and the Grave to shame. 128. Sunday "Made" of God. 8s. " This is the Day which the Lord hath made: ive will rejoice and be glad in it." — Psalm cxviii. 24. 1 This is Thy House ! This is Thy Day ! Lord, bless us on this hallow' d morn; Thou art "the true and Living Way," Open'd for all of woman born. No splendors of Apocalypse, Burst on our Patmos us to fray; Touch with Thine Own soft flame our lips, Increase our faith, our fears allay. 58 SUNDAY FIRST DAY OF THE SEVEN. 2 We seek not terrors of Thy Face, Such as St. John this Day beheld; But here in Thine appointed place, Lord, let Thy Presence be reveal'd ! "This is the Day which Thou hast made"; Thy People are for worship met; "Re it to us as Thou hast said"; Cast far and wide Thy Gospel net. 3 Those of Thine Own assembled here, Lord " stablish Thou in holy faith"; Bestow on them " the hearing ear," And sweetly, gently on them "breathe"; Their hearts fill with Thy "perfect peace," And make them know Thy restful rest; More and still more from sin release; To them the Day all through be blest. 4 Let not the World's dull cares intrude, Whilst "on the mount'' we wait on Thee; O ne'er may conscience truth elude, Nor word for conscience fail to see; Thy Gospel in its gracious power Fill us with gratitude and joy; O give a Pentecostal shower, And Satan's realm this Day destroy. 5 Lord God, Thou seest from high Heav'n All who this Day are in Thy House; And whether they be drawn or driv'n, May they find Thee them all espouse; The strong and weak, the glad and sad, Those going on, those going back; The true and false, the good and bad, Thy love, each one, O Christ, will track. 6 This is Thy House! This is Thy Day! Lord, bless us on this hallow'd morn; Thou art " the true and Living Way," Open'd for all of woman born; No splendors of Apocalypse, Burst o'er our Patmos us to fray! Touch with Thine own soft flame our lips; Increase our faith, our fears allay. 129. Sunday First Day of the Seven. Psalm cxviii. 24. 7s. i The first Day of ajl the sev'n, Thy good gift, O God of Heav'n ! Day, enclasping all the week ! Day, when Thou dost bless the meek ! Day, when Thou dost speak to us In Thy love magnanimous! 2 Now Creation's work was done, And o'er all beneath the sun Thou did'st utter " very good," As all sinless forth it stood; Then Thou did'st on this Great Day Sabbath rest for man display. 3 When in the far-onward years Men by " shed-blood" hush'd their fears; And within the Temple bowed, Sinner all alone, or crowd; High-priest on this Day did plead, And His prayer, Lord, Thou did'st speed. 4 When, O Christ, upon the Cross Thou had'st paid a doom'd world's loss; When, Lord, as The Crucified, Thou for guilty man had'st died; Calm forth-stepping from Thy tomb Thou this Day did'st Conqueror ccnie. 5 So, Lord, now as in the prime, Keeping promise thro' all time ; Whosoe'er on this Day meet And, as brethren, brethren greet ; Find Thy House is " holy ground," And Heav'n's joys on Earth abound. 6 Be this Day such day to us ! E'en to the most timorous ; O may we by praise and prayer Our life's needs before Thee bear! May Thy preached Word untold, Treasures far beyond Earth's gold. 7 The first Day of all the sev'n, Thy good gift, O God of Heav'n! Day, enclasping all the week! THE LORD'S DAY— SABBATH PRAYER-SONG. 59 Day, when Thou dost bless the meek ! Day, when Thou dost speak to us In Thv love magnanimous! 130. The Lord's Day. Rev. i. 10. 8s. 1 Day, of glorious memories! Day, of Jesus risen again ! Day, of grave, all powerless now! Pris'ners longer to retain! Day, for rescu'd saints of God ! Day, to sons of men once giv'n! Day, of blessing and of grace! Light on Earth sent down from Heav'n! 2 Day, of mercy and of love ! Day, of gladsome praise and pray'r! Day, of preaching of the Word ! Day, when Jesus draweth near ! Day, when with anointed eyes, We behold The Crucified! Day, on which the Holy Ghost, Witnesseth why Jesus died! Da}', when angels of the Lord, Hover, as on Bethel's height! Day, of "good news" Heavenwards borne, Fresh souls brought into the light ! Day, of turnings unto God ! Day, of gladness in the Lord! Day, of shaking of men's heaits! Day, of conquests by the Word ! Day, that girdles Earth with light, Grander far than Saturn's rings; Day, that still from East to West, Glory unto Jesus brings ! Day, of His own promis'd peace, Calming the o'erdriven soul! Day of days, aye speeding on A redeem'd Earth to its goal! 3|. Sabbath Prayer-song. Acts of I lie Apostles xiii, 32. 7 s ' 1 Bless, O Lord, Thy Word this Day! Speed it on its gracious way; Like the manna that did fall Give a portion unto all; Yea, Lord, may Thy truth now spoken Be as bread by Thy Hands broken. 2 Stablish, strenghthen, settle, keep, All O Christ, who are Thy sheep ; Build them up in sanctity On this hither side the sky ; Give them to be brave and strong, Each hour set to its own song. 3 Doubting, tempted, and afraid, Lord, with grace their weakness aid ; Let them see Thou answerest prayer ; Let them feel that Thou art THERE ; Help them still to Thee to flee, Refuge, whosoe'er they be. 4 Burden'd, sadden'd, weary, lone; Wipe their tears and hush their moan; In their tremor and distress Think of Thine own "wilderness" ; By the Holy Spirit given, Pill Thou them with light from Heaven. 5 If into Thy House to-day Some poor prodigal should stray ; Heart-sick, sin-sick, penitent, Shame and hope together blent; Loving Saviour, be Thou nigh, Save him in his misery. 6 O fill full the Heav'nly Home ! In all Lands "Thy Kingdom come ;" Toilers on dark shores uphold ; Bring the glad Day long foretold ; When, as by th' embracing sea, Love-clasp'd our whole Earth shall be. 6o THE HOUSE OF GOD— ONE IN CHRIST. 6. &Ij£ CJmrrJr of %\%x%\ in its W&oxl \x\\b $ixbim, I believe in the Holy Gatholioh Church: the Communion, of Saints : the Forg-iveness of 8ino : the Resurrection of the FJody, and the Life Everlasting-. — The Creed;. But each a sinner still Who on Jesus stays. 132. The Hoi-se of God. 8.6.8.6. Not forsaking the assembling of your- selves together, as the manner of some is.'' i "I jov'd when to the House of God, Go up they said to me ;" O Thou enthroned Son of God, This "joy" I ask from Thee. 2 My spirit thirsts for Thee, O God, My spirit THIRSTS for Thee " ; Wilt Thou, Lord, shed Thy love abroad? Wilt " put " this thought in me. 3 The "fellowship" of twice-born hearts, O God, grant me to know ; That " not forsaking'" by Love's arts May my " first love" make glow. 4 That on the holy Sabbath, I May with Thy People meet ; And with all tend'rest sympathy In Christ, my brethren greet. 5 Forbid that I should "dwell alone " ; Neglecting "■ House of Prayer " ; Bring me with Thine unto Thy Throne ; Alike with joy and care. 6 God of the House ne'er from Thy House, May I be absent found ; No ease or pleasure my soul chouse, 8 No earthy harass wound. 7 Repeat St. i 133. ° NE in Christ. Eplmians iv. 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5. 1 We all are one in Christ, If in Christ we be ; One God our Father is, All one family ; Names differing we bear ; Think in diff'rent ways ; 2-3" We all are one in Christ, If in Christ we be ; All summon' d to His fold By His ministry ; A grand cathedral here, Holds high festival; The lowly chapel there ; God the same o'er all. We all are one in Christ, If in Christ we be ; In one dear Lord we trust, In Sin's misery; One Cross redeeming all ; All by sin enslav'd ; One Spirit giving life ; One soul to be saved. We all are one in Christ, If in Christ we be ; One holy Book alone Whence we fetch our plea ; But one the " life of faith" Any of us know ; We sing the same sweet songs, Pilgrims here below. We all are one in Christ, If in Christ we be ; One anchor, one great hope In life's stormy sea ; As we are all belov'd So we all must love ; Our hearts united all To the Heart above. We all are one in Christ, If in Christ we be ; THE CHURCH— LONGINGS FOR A REVIVAL. 61 Our one great task of love Souls to bring to Thee ; Lord ! forbid that we " Fall out by the way" ; O may a dying world All things else outweigh. |34 The Church, i Corinthians Hi. it. 7.6. 1 Behold thy one Foundation Church of the Living God! 'Midst all thy tribulation, Know, thou art His abode. 2 Proclaim the one Salvation, Wrought out upon the Rood ; Proclaim the one Purgation, By '"Water and by Blood." 3 Behold the one Oblation, On altar of the Cross ! Behold it ev'ry Nation, Redemption of all loss. 4 Lo ! Comes the " new creation," New heavens and new Earth ; That brings the consummation, The blood-bought Church's birth. 5 Behold one Revelation, Old Testament and New ! Tell it with exultation, To many or to few. 6 Height of all adoration, The Lamb amidst the Throne ; Let all lift supplication ; The vilest He will own. 7 Behold the attestation From age to age secure; Which bringeth jubilation; Still doth His Word endure. 8 Hark ! the reverberation Throbbeth from earth and sky Vain hell's exacerbation, With Christ is victory. 9 Repeat St. 1. 135. Wonder. Psalm cxix. 18. 9.8.9.8.8.8. 1 Lord, Nurture Thou my sense of wonder O'er what the glorious Gospel tells ; Not crouching low in " place of thunder," But quiet as saints in holy cells ; The " old, old story," ever new, However frequent the review. 2 Lord, Keep alive my sense of wonder, Aye cent'ring in the living Christ; Oft placing me His Great Throne under, To hold with Him a gracious tryst; The " old, old story," ever new, And ever proving itself true. 3 Lord, Give me a fresh sense of wonder, Thy Truth's rath beauty vivid still ; Love for The Book aye growing fonder, Lo ! as it shapes and colours Will; The "old, old story," ever new, Whether my years be more or few. 4 My Lord, Forbid that sense of wonder, E'er from my eyes should cease to shine ; Let not the World, or tempter plunder Me of the joy that "Thou art mine"; The " old, old story," ever new, — ■ Ah ! all my vows I would renew. 5 O Lord, I seek my sense of wonder, May still remain, as when a child ; Let nothing ever my heart sunder, From holy " first love" undefiled ; The " old, old story," ever new, However frequent the review. 136. Longings for a Revival. 7s. Acts of the Apostles, c. ii. 1 Met, O Lord, within " one place," We are suppliants of Thy grace ; Pentecostal fire bestow, That our faith and love may glow ; Vision of Thine open'd Heaven To each waiting heart be given. 2 Various the names we bear, But how various soe'er, O blest Jesus, make us one In Thy Spirit's union! Heart to heart, knit Thou in prayer, Ev'ry one a worshipper. 62 PREPARATION FOR THE COMMUNION. 3 We are met in Thy Great Name, Bat look not for tongues of flame ; Nor " the mighty rushing wind" Here, do we expect to find ; Pentecostal fire is Thine ; Grant it, Lord, without the sign. 4 O my God, we upward turn, Not the "place" but souls make "burn"; Let the preaching of Thy Word ; Let our prayers in sweet accord ; Let our praise on joyful wing ; Days of blest Revival bring. 5 Go .1 Almighty, hear our call ; Haste Redemption's Festival! Gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh ; Forth to bloodless victory ! Save a world from death and sin, Lead the grand Millennium in. 6 Christ enthroned ! hear our cry, Let not a redeem' d Earth die; In the Gospel breathes Thy breath, Life thro' Thy tremendous death; O Salvation ! at what cost ! Yet, oh ! yet, shall souls be lost ! 7 Conquering, gracious Holy Ghost, Come as once at Pentecost ! Souls are sliding down to hell ; Daily the doom'd legions swell ; O put forth Thy mighty power, Save them — thousands in an hour. 8 Met, O Lord, within "one place," We lift up entreating face ; Thine Own Church awake, awake, Her dread languour do Thou shake ; 'Twixt the living and the dead, Stand, till Earth be comquered. 1 37. O n Joining the Church on a Public Profession of Faith. (Agreeably to the Practice of Presby- terian Churches.) St. Matthew x. ]2. 8.8.7.7. 1 Love and Faith and Joy professing ; Thee, O Lord, by grace possessing; See us here approach to Thee, Keeping Thy " Remember Me. 2 Hear our mingling supplication, In this hour of dedication ; That we may " perform our vows " ; Nor e'er glow of " first love" lose. 3 Sav'd by grace, by grace abounding, Rich and free, ourselves astounding; Guide us, guard us in the Way, Making progress day by day. 4 Grant, O Lord, Thyself unchanging, Ne'er in us may be estranging ; Faithful, constant to the end ; All grace needed to us send. 5 May we each for Truth contending, D lily Thee be still commending; Walking in Thy footsteps here With meek heart and conscience clear 6 Thee, O Lord, by grace possessing ; Live and Faith and Joy professing; See us as we stand 'fore Thee, Keeping Thy "Remember Me." I 33. Preparation for the Communion. " A peopfe prepared fur the Lord." — St Luke i. ij. 7s. 1 Lo ! O Lord, we gather here, On on 1- Preparation eve ; We would meet in " godly fear " ; Grace we need, th V we believe ; Looking, on Thy coming day, Once again Thy death to "shew" ; Shed on us The Spirit's ray, That Thy Presence we may know. 2 Thou hast "kept" us in past years; Faithful to Thy Holy Word ; Guarded us amid all fears ; Prov'd Thyself our cov'nant Lord; Lo ! To-night our song we raise, Of Thy goodness and Thy love ; Lord, accept our sin-stained praise: Worthier we will give Above. THE LORDS SUPPER— AT THE TABLE OF THE LORD. 63 3 Self-examiners us make, Lowly, willing to know all , And discover' d sin to take Unto Thee, as Thou dost call ; O rekindle gratitude ! As we see how much we owe, To Thy pard'ning plenitude, Which in grace Thou dost bestow. 4 Bring us to Thy Table pure, Filled with memories of Thee; Trusting in Thy Presence sure, As Thou say'st " Remember Me": Make our hearts within us burn, As with symbol "bread" and "wine"; We in faith unto Thee turn, Seeking blessing on each sign. 5 Let Thy death upon the Cross, Rise before us in its power; Let us count all gains but loss, If we do but win Thy dower; And as onward gaze our eyes, Fain the mystery to plumb, Let not doubt or fear arise, Hold us with Thy " till I come." 139 The Lord's Supper./ Cor. xi. 23-26. 7.7.8.8. 1 Lord, behold Thy Table spread, Wine outpour' d and broken bread; Of Thy love the tender token, Symbol of Thy Body broken. 2 Hope accepts the simple rites, Walking still by faith, not sight; Restful, trust-; Thee, the Unchanging, Never from Thy Red Cross ranging. 3 Bread of Thy pure flesh the sign; Shed blood, pic.ur_>d in the wine; Grant that w_\ our \o\ r 1 professing, May anew enjoy Thy blessing. 4 Lord, upon us breathe Thy breath, Witnessing of life thro' death ; Touch us with Thy Spirit's flaming, As we Thin j ourselves are naming. 5 Keep us lowly, holy, meek, Ready aye for Christ to speak ; Wearing Thy gift-robe of whiteness, Meet'ning us for Heaven's brightness. |40. After the Lord's Supper. 8s. 1 Cor. xi. 23-26. 1 Vow'd yet anew as Thine, O Lord; Wilt Thou Thy grace to us afford, That we may never Thee betray, But walk with Thee "the living" Way ? " 2 Refreshed anew by bread and wine, Grant us to shew the life divine; For tho' we walk this sin-scarred Earth We're sons of God by heav'nly birth. 3 Lord, fill us with Thy " perfect peace," — Thy pard'ning love gives sweet release; And, as thro' life we pass along, Do Thou our troubles set to song. 4 O guide us, guard us hour by hour And gird us by Thy gentle power, That trusting, praying, toiling still, We may a Christ-like part fulfil. 5 Vow'd yet anew as Thine, O Lord; Wilt Thou Thy grace to us afford, That we may never Thee betray, But walk with Thee " the living Way ? " |41 . At the Table of the Lord. 7s. 1 Jesus ! Consecrate this place; Jesus ! Crown us with Thy grace; Jesus! Lift on us Thy Face. 2 We are weak, but Thou art able; We are frail, but Thou art stable; Shield us at Thy blessed Table. 3 Use this Bread and use this Wine; Luminous, Lord, be each sign; Make Thee ours to shew us Thine. 4 Fear and doubt O Lord remove; Us surcharge with Thy sweet Love; Brood Thou in us Heav'nly Dove ! ^ Lord, prepare us for all trial: Guard from flinching and denial, Nor dread any man's espial. 6 4 GETHSEMANE AND THE JUDGMENT-HALL— UNWORTHY 142. Gethsemane and the Judgment- Hall. "Did I not see thee in the garden with Him ?' ' St. John xviii. 26. 7s. 1 Peter, thee did I not see Last night in Gethsemane? deniest thou thy Master In the hour of His disaster? O those piercing' questions put ! Would that they his mouth had shut. 2 Ah ! That still there thus should be Grievous possibility E'en in our own living' day Christ the Saviour to betray: Craven when we all should dare ; And our very selves forswear. 3 At Thy Own Great Table now Taking symbols, sealing vow, — With all airs and looks devout — ■ Next day mix'd with evil rout; Greedy once more after gain As e'er thirsty soil for rain. 4 I accept the warning word; 1 appeal to Thee, O Lord; O, by Thy dear love so tender, Be Thou still my sure Defender ; Me protect from base denial, And all fear of man's espial. 5 Lord, forbid that I should be Taunted with Gethsemane Peter-like; Thy grace renew That to Thee I may be true ; That I never Thee betray Nor my Christianhood gainsay. 6 Week-day, Lord's day, to me give By Thy love's prerogative, That within, without, I still May Thy Holy Word fulfil; Worthy of the Name I bear, Christ's always and everywhere. 1 4 3. Unworthy. . . Unworthily. u I Corinthians xi. 27, 29. 10s. 1 Jesus, alas ! we feel our sinfulness ; And oft and oft — to tears — are in distress ; Yet atThyTable, Lord, we take our place, And praise Thee for Thy pard'ning words of grace; O Sinners' Saviour, hear our grateful cry, 'Tis not " unworthy," but "unworthily." 2 Jesus, We still are full of fear, and weak; Full many a fiery dart our peace doth break; Hut at Thy Table, Lord, we takeour place, And praise Thee for Thy strong up-holding grace ; O Sinners' Saviour, though we moan and sigh. 'Tis not " unworthy," but " unworthily." 3 Jesus, We would now think alone of Thee, Keeping in mind Thy word " Remember Me ; Thus at Thy Table, Lord, we take our place, And praise Thee for the symbols of Thy grace; O Sinners' Saviour, mark each glist'ning eye ; 'Tis not " unworthy," but "unworthily." 4 Jesus, Smile Thou upon us at this hour ; Let no dark cloud upon our Love-feast lour ; While at Thy Table, Lord, we take out- place, And praise Thee for the brightness of Thy grace ; O Sinners' Saviour, make us know Thee nigh ; 'Tis not "unworthy," but " unworthily. 5 Jesus, To Whom may such poor sinners &°> It not where Thou forgiving love dost shew? EVANGELISATION 7 — HOME-MISSIONS. 65 So at Thy Table, Lord, we take our place And praise Thee for the riches of Thy grace ; O Sinners' Saviour, now to Thee we fly 'Tis not " unworthy," but "unworthily.' 6 Jesus, O bless to us Thy bread and wine May we " discern" what they set forth to Thine;' Behold Thy Table, Lord ! we take our place And praise Thee for the mem'ries of Thy grace; O Sinners' Saviour ! we come hopefully, 'Tis not " unworthy," but "unworthily." ■ 7 Jesus, Our doubt and fear we cast away, Thy last appeal we dare not disobey'; Loving, we at Thy Table take our place, Laying our sins on Thy great heart of grace; O Sinners' Saviour, hear our grateful cry, 'Tis not " unworthy," but "unworthily." j |44. Evangelisation. 8s. I " They went forth and preached everywhere." St. Mark xvi. 20. 1 1 WE bless Thee, Lord, that Thou didst preach To all who came within Thy reach, And bless Thee that where'er men came Thou preachedst to them, without blame; In synagogue and Temple-court: But not there only was resort, Thy full, free Gospel Thou didst tell To one frail woman by a well; And so in house, or mountain side, Or where white Jordan swift did glide; 10 To " two or three," or unto many Still preach'd, nor e'er refused any; For EVERYWHERE Thy grace abounds, Nor Earth nor Hell Thy love confounds. 2 And still, Lord, Thou wouldst have it so; Still call'st Thy servants forth to go, In Thy Great Name, and by Thy power, Thro' Thy blood-purchas'd Spirit's dower; Blessing Thy People in Thy House — The hallow' d "place" which Thou dost choose; Yet blessing, tho' place consecrate Ope not for them its hallow' d gate: Yea blessing 'neath the naked heaven, If that no other place be given; Or on the hill, or moor, or stream, Or in the street — a place of shame; Thou chargest servants of the Lord To preach to each and all "the Word." 3 Lord, fill with Thy Own vehemence; Save us from priestly arrogance, And abject bondage to the Law That still creates a pseudo-awe; And still from Christ's work stands aloof, Unless men gather 'neath Church roof; Forgetting that by blood divine The round Earth is incarnadine; Forgetting that Thy charter'd " Go" Secures fulfilment of Thy " Lo!"; The centre for all men Thy Cross; Thy promise sure against all loss; O break our fetters, Lord, that we May preach in "glorious liberty." |45. Home-missions. 8s. St. Luke xx iv. 47 ,• Acts of the Apostles ii. 22-41. 1 BEG I XXI XG at Jerusalem : Lord, rich Thy mercy shewn to them ! Thousands on thousands penitent By Thine almighty Spirit bent; Thy love did point them to the Rood, And sav'd them through Thine awful blood; Hearing their cry of agony And all their dark guilt passing by. 66 EVANGELIZING IN THE STREETS— WEEDS. ^Beginning at Jerusalem : 'Midst sacred words, a priceless gem ; For lo ! it telleth us to-day, That as we Thy command obey, To bear the Gospel forth, until Knowledge of Thee, the whole Earth fill; Thou bid'st us "seek" at our own door, As well as on remotest shore. 3 Begin n ing a t Jerusalem : Give vision of Thy diadem Lustrous with souls Thou hast redeemed, Where'er Thy Gospel light hath gleamed; And make us, Lord, to understand That here in our own native Land, Souls in deep darkness lie, and need That swift we to their succour speed. 4 Beginning at Jerusalem: Thanks, Lord, for Thou wilt not condemn, If thro' all dens of vice we know,— Our hearts with earnest faith a-glow; We bear the vilest of our kin The good-news oi free-pardoned sin: Hoping 'gainst hope through Thee Above, The worst to conquer by Thy love. 5 Beginning at Jerusalem : O holy was the stratagem ! It sheweth how Thy cross stupendous Didmeet man's guilt the most tremendous; We would believe, and dare to go To utmost human want and wee; Home-heathen, Lord, we fain would win, Help Thou Thy Church to bring them in. 146. Evangelizing in the Streets. (is. St. Luke xiv. 2j. i Beneath the open sky Lord, unto Thee we cry; E'en in the public street, We seek with Thee to meet; Whilst we Thy truth declare, Saviour, to whomsoe'er. Thou Who Thyself of old Thus Thy full Gospel told; Upon us here and now Thy saving power bestow; O may Thy Spirit win From lives of death and sin! Thou did'st Thy servant's call To •' go forth " unto all; To poor, maim'd, halt and blind, Yea, to all humankind ; To guilty and sore tried, And every soul beside. Repeat St. i . 147. Weeds— Waifs. / Tl/ess. S. 6s. O CALL it not a WEED, God, our God, sowed the seed; God, our God, tends the flower Through sunshine and through shower : Lo ! look thou on the meanest, — Mean as in haste thou weenest; Behold in it such tints! Behold in it such glints! See changes on their stems As in dove's neck, or gems; In sooth so delicate That kings in all their State Match not — call it not weed, God, our God, sowed the seed. call it not a Weed, Rather of thanks give meed; 1 or the Great Gardener knoweth The lowliest thing that bloweth; Be it beneath the hedge; Be it on steep crag's ledge, Be it on cottage thatch Of green a tiny patch; By ord'ring of His Hand Each in its place doth stand, Bright'ning bare path of duty A DAY IN THE COUNTRY WITH "STREET ARABS 67 With nicest touch of beauty; He cares — call it not weed, God, our God, sowed the seed. O call it not a weed, For each there is a need; See how to it dews come! See how o'er it bees hum! See how the light it gilds ! See how the bird near builds! See children at their play, The commonest makes them gay; See o'er all such sweet touches As our God's care avouches! That 'tis not of a chance But order'd circumstance They bloom — call it not WEED, God, our God, sowed the seed. 4 O call it not a weed, God's own deep lesson read; Ye supercilious eves Charge our God as unwise; Shallow — know there's not child Of slums, by sin defil'd ; Not poorest waif of street, Trudging with naked feet, But is beneath His eye Who on the cross did die; Know each one has a part In the Great Father's heart: O call no one a weed ; The Christ for Him did bleed. O call no one a weed, Or base must be your creed; For as in humblest flower God giveth gracious dower; So to most wayward child, From birth by sin begun" d, The broken heart Above Gives tokens of His love; In all are hidden springs; The} - ' re men, not merely things: Then speak to all unquailing — All Satan's forts assailing; Stand forth — call no one WEED, Divine shall be your deed. 143. A Day in the Country with ' Street Arabs.' 1 Lord ! wilt Thou bless to-day The children in their play ! Fetch'd from the lanes and slums As each wain laden comes ; Do Thou upon them smile And all their griefs beguile ; For one day heirs of beauty, O let it brighten duty. Lo ! 'Tis " a day of Heaven " In love to poor waifs given. 2 The May is white as snow, For every spray doth blow ; Like incense thro' the air, Steams fragrance rich and rare ; The quaintly-drumming bees Are all in ecstacies ; Down from a sapphire sky Fall larks' notes quiv'ringly : From greenwood to hill height, The landscape swims in light. 3 How great this gift of life, With all these blessings rife ! How lips break into praise, Our gratitude to raise ! How heart breathes votive prayer, God's goodness to declare ! Like him by " Burning Bush " The whole soul bows a-hush : Lo ! 'Tis "a day of Heaven " In love to poor waifs given. 4 How the glad children bound And gambol on the ground ! 'Twould stir most frigid heart, Yea, tears in hard eyes start ; To mark their fearless mirth, Measuring the great tree's girth ; 68 WAIFS AT THE SEASIDE— THE SALVATION ARMY. Or wading in the stream, Or chasing a sunbeam : " God bless them," one and all, No shadow on them fall. 5 Kind hands and hearts are here, And the Great Heart is near ; O Christ ! do Thou inspire More and more hearts with fire Of Thy sweet sympathy ; That not a year pass by Without a day like this, Bringing to street-waifs bliss : Lo ! 'Tis " a day of Heaven " In love to poor waifs given. 6 Alas! How few take thought Of kindness cheaply bought : Alas '. What lav.sh waste, By sin so oft defaced ! When out of mighty sums, Sparing the meanest crumbs ; That yearly one bright day May give the children PLAY : Lord ! hear Thou our appeal, Fountains of love unseal. |49_ Waifs at the Seaside, i It is a sight, Heav'n to delight, To see street-waifs on sea-shore play ; Once in the year, When Summer's here, Conies to them, their one HOLIDAY. 2 What rounded eyes ! What quaint surprise ! What clatter of quick-runn'.ng feet ! As joining hands On yellow sands They frolicksome and eager meet. 3 Some shout — some jest ; Some run — some rest ; All tingling with full life and glee ; Some seek the shade; Some tim'rous wade; 'Tis their Fust day by the great sea. 4 The good Lord own, Yea, richly crown The thoughtful hearts and willing hands! Who year by year Young lives to cheer, Lead them thus forth in merry bands. 5 Much larger things — Of which Fame rings ; Methinks they will outweigh One Day; For kindness done To "little one" The Lord Christ marks and will repay. 150. The Salvation Army. Ps.xxvii.j. I IS. i Army of Salvation ! forward to the fight ! Ye have dar'cl and conquered, girded by God's might ; Still lift high Christ's banner, blazon'd with the Cross; |loss. Tell out the old Gospel, nor fear to suffer 2 Army of Salvation ! t lie wide world is your field ; The round Earth predestin'd is unto Christ to yield ; Hurtless are your weapons, yet ye proclaim •The Blood,' [aloud! Sin-atoning, man-redeeming, shout shout 3 Army of Salvation ! many are your foes, Terrible sin's thraldom, terrible men s woes; Stout of heart be ye and strenuous of will, The Lord God shall ye all with His Spirit fill. 4 Army of Salvation! let the world malign, So il did your Captain, glory in the sign; Love return for hate, as ye with pity glow, That like unto The Master, ye may daily grow. [patience strive, 5 Army of Salvation! with Christ's Long-forgiving — gentle to vilest soul alive ; Work, and Watch, and Pray, the end ye soon shall see Jesus King of men, over Land and Sea ! EVANGELIZATION OF THE WORLD— ALWAYS MORNING SOMEWHERE. 69 1 51 . Evangelization of the World. " Launch out into the deep." St. Luke v. 4. 6s. 1 LA UNCH out into the deep : I hear, O Christ, Thy call; Let tempests o'er me sweep, They shall not me appal. 2 Launch out into the deep: Before Thee, Lord, 1 stand; I know Thou wilt me keep, In hollow of Thy Hand. 3 Launch out into the deep: Thou rulest wind and wave; Thou wakest when men sleep, Thou wakest men to save. 4 Launch out into the deep: Yea, Lord, to farthest shore; Until all hearts that weep. Redeeming' love restore. 5 Launch out into the deep: O Christ, 'tis Thy command; E'en if the billows leap In fury on the strand. 6 Lixunch out into the deep: Wherever souls may be; Launch out into the deep: Till there be " no more sea." 152- Ultimate Christianisation of the World. St. Matthew xxviii. 19-20; xxiv. 14. 8.7.8.7.7.7. 1 Courage ! Though the skies are clouded, Blackest clouds will pass away; Courage ! Though the Future's shrouded, All is clear to Him as day ; And His " purpose " shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 Servants come and go successive, Doing each his little part; Slow the progress, and oppressive Sense of failure in their heart; Hut His " purpose " shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 3 Courage! The crown'd Saviour liveth, And His promises abide; Courage ! He His strong word giveth, That for our whole race He died; And His " purpose " shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 4 We can't see where His truth goeth, Short at most our widest view ! What, and where, and how^ He knoweth; Shields the many or the few ; For His " purpose" shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 5Courage ! Darkest lands are gleaming With th' advancing Gospel day ; Courage ! In far skies, light-streaming, Lo ! The Cross makes conqu'ring way ; And His " purpose " shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 6Forth then servants of The Master; Still His triumph claim for Christ ; Long the way is, speed the faster ; He will keep His Holy tryst ; For His " purpose " shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 7Courage ! Though the skies are clouded' Blackest clouds will pass away ; Courage! Though the Future's shrouded, All is clear to Him as dav ; And His " purpose " shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 153. Always Morning Somewhere. "'77.? ahvays morning' somewhere in the world." — Sun-dial legend on pier at Brigh- ton. 1 os. i'TIS ahvays morning somewhere in the world : O not yet, not yet is the Christ's flag furl'dj Night darkens down, but yonder day has "birth, And rounds and rounds — like Saturn's rings — the Earth. 7o TRIUMPH— "THY KINGDOM COME." 2 Tis always morning somewhere in the ivorld : [hurl'd ; Thron'd Evil yet shall from its height be The nail-pierc'd Hand holds still the " seven stars ;" Truth stronger nobler groweth by its scars. 3' Tis always morning somewhere in the world:' [whirl'd . ; The cause of Right ne'er into dark is God lives, God reigns, God marshalls all events ; [laments. Give o'er, give o'er, ye faithless, vain 4' Tis always morning somewhere in the world : For re-flow after ebb the waves are curl'd; The Cross centre of all circumference : Earth girded is by Love's omnipotence. 5' Tis always morning somewhere in the world:' fpurl'd ; Th' o'er-flooded stream anon has softly Look up, look up, broad-breaking is God's light, He yet will save our race in gentle might. 6' Tis always morning somewhere in the world:' [furl'd; O not yet, not yet is The Christ's flag Night darkens down, but yonder Day has birth, [rings— the Earth. And rounds and rounds — like Saturn's 154. Triumph. 12s. 1H0! Ho! ye men of FAITH, ye that are faithless grown ; Hark, hark" ye, to Christ's voice still sounding from the throne ; " Go ye to all the world, to all the Gospel preach; [ye shall reach." Lo! I am with you alway till Time's end 2Up!Up!this is your CHARTER, Church of the Living God ! [task and load ; 'Tis He, none else, sustaineth the mighty The waves toss to and fro, but the blue sky is calm ; [grasp the palm. O press ye ever onward, ye yet shall 3H0W swiftly the light trav'leth, speeding on and on ! [not yet shone ; Rut there are worlds whose light on us has " Rehold I quickly come" — the great word standeth true — As timeless as Eternity, He maketh all things new. [birth ; 4L0 ! nation after nation is travailing to 'Tis victor}' on victory over all the earth ; Behold, His knowledge spreadeth, even from pole to pole, [roll. And like a sea of glory far and wide shall 5The en'my cometh in as an o'erwhelming flood, But, as in Egypt old, our God doth see " the BLOOD"; Work and pray — pray and work — the triumph marcheth on ; 'Tis Christ's world, not a doom'd one ; for Christ it shall be won. 6Ye fainting faithless hearts, O why will ye despair? Why will ye fail on Him to cast still all your care ? His covenant is seal'd, and every word He spake ; He cometh, yea, He cometh, the heavens and earth to shake. 155. '"Thy Kingdom Come.' St. Matthew vi. 10 (andef. Numbers xiv. 21 J. 1 Thanks, O Lord Christ, For grace unprie'd, That tells us Thou dost not despair; Yea, Thanks, O Lord, For stable word Foreshadowing the great end clear ; Hadst Thou despair'ed of our world. Thy flag of grace had long been furled. 2 O joy that still Events fulfil ; Th' eternal purpose moving on ; Man is froward ; Things untoward ; ADVANCE— ORDINATION OF FOREIGN MISSIONARIES. But still wrong; after wrong' o'erthrown; Tho' men have deeni'd Thy Truth imperill'd, Thou hast despair'd not of our world. 3 Around I look And all unshook [reigneth ; My faith that Thou the Lord Christ 'Mid mazes lost, By errors tost Thou light for strayingfeet ordaineth ; However wildly, madly whirled, Thou hast despair'd not of our world. 4 Advance is slow ; Men seem to go [sake ; As tho' Thee, Christ, they vould for- But thy motion, Tided ocean, Shews ebb still wider flow doth take ; So, flood-tide comes, howe'er storm-curled; Thou hast despair'd not of our world. 5 O Lord Christ, chime The gladsome time [Earth ; When Thy strong Hand shall rule the When Thy pure lig-ht Shall scatter night ; And fill all hearts with holy mirth ; The ancient throne of Sin down-hurled ; Despair uplifted from our world. 6 Thanks, O Lord Christ, For grace unpric'd, That tells us Thou dost not DESPAIR ; Yea, thanks, O Lord, For stable word Foreshadowing the great end clear ; Hadst Thou despair'ed of our world, Thy flag of grace had long been furled. 156 Advance. St. Matt, xxviii. ig-20. 7.6. i As star on star soft-gleameth With moonset in still eve ; So light on light forth-streameth Where'er we workers leave. 2 My heart, its vigil keeping, Sees thus Christ's word fulfill' d ; And knows His love unsleeping Shall conquer as He will'd. 3 The " sev'ii stars'' undeeaving Still shine in His Right Hand; And tho' it seems delaying His purpose fast doth stand. 4 Lo ! Thus I catch a vision, Upon ten thousand shores ; Of mission after mission, And light of life down pours. 5 Repeat St. i. 157. Ordination of Foreign Missionaries. St. Matthew xxviii. nyio ; Psalms U.S. 8s. i See Thy servants, Lord, attending, Yow'd to pass to heathen Lands ; While their prayers Thy people blending, Place them in Thy mighty hands: Thou Who gav'st the great word "Go!" Dower it with Thine other "Lo !" 2 Lord, accept the dedication Of these lives, e'en as we pray ; And Thy Church's supplication. Answer, from this very day ; For fire of old sacrifice, Let Thy Spirit's light arise ! 3Through all toils and dangers guiding, Lord, on land and sea be near ; Day and night in Thee confiding, May our Faith Thy voice aye hear! Reaching their far goal at last, Find each promise has stood fast. 4 When midst heathen they have taken Posts of hazard and of care ; Never let their hearts be shaken ! By Thy grace help them to dare ; Resting weakness on Thy strength, Assur'd that Thou wilt own at length. THE MISSIONARIES AT SEA— MARTYRS OF OUR DAY 5For strange tongues that they must master, Lord do Thou give patient skill ; Nor let failure, or disaster, Ardour of their " first love " chill ; Sow, and plant, may they work on, "Neath Thy benediction. 6 Re peat St. i. 158. The Missionaries at Sea. "We . . . do not cease to pray for you." Colossians i. cj. 8s. iLord, teach Thy People still to pray, For Thy dear servants on their way ; Let their ships sailing o'er the sea, From day to day remember' d be ; For Thine Almighty hand, directing; For Thine Almighty heart, protecting. 2 When the good tidings have come home, And they no longer onward roam; Grant still Thy People praying hearts, And the strong faith, that nothing thwarts; That holding up Thy servants' hands, They may be bless'd in far-off Lands. jLord, may Thy People ever feel, How touching is the strong appeal Of Thy brave servants out of sight, Not to be left iilone to fight ; Hut that, by thousand hearts sustain'd, They may go o:i from foot-holds gain'd. 4.Lord, may Thy People ever seek To win for them all graces meek ; Meek, but yet strong, that in their lives Love may beam forth that never strives ; That the}', likeThee, O Christ, may wait, Nor aught their patience alienate. ^Repeat St. i. 159. Martyrs of Our Day. 11 7s. 1 Lo ! The martyr-days return'd ! Men are tortur'd — mangled — burn'd ; Heroes counting gain but loss That they may lilt high the Cross — Centre of all hope for men, Mighty still in vilest den; As when on the Temple-steps Peter preach'd — and none excepts; Winning trophies wheresoe'er Faith and Love the truth declare : Men and women still at ease, " Settle not upon your lees." 2 Far away 'mongst sunny seas — Sunny as e'er Cyclades ; On a mission of pure love, One to win men's dark hearts strove : Patteson — the good and brave Fills his Melanesian grave, Lo ! down-struck by treach'rous blow : Fallen, not for friend but foe ; — Fell unarm'd and yet well-arm'd ; Harmed but ne'ertheless unharm'd : Saint of God, a nimbus thine, Thro' long years it bright shall sh'.ne. 3 Lo ! The martyr-days return'd ! Men are tortur'd — mangled — burned; In the vast "Dark Continent " Hannington, great-hearted, went ; Girding on his thigh no sword Save the bloodless-wounding Word ; Yet in midst of his strong prime Wrought in him was such a crime As Nyanza's waters stains Redder than the blood of veins : Mournful that so noble life Perish'd in ignoble strife! 4 Lo ! The martyr-days return'd ! Men are tortur'd — mangled — burn'd ; Not less noble, not less true Of those who their Bishop slew; Converts by the sea-like Lake, Who Christ's name on them did take — /;/ Masya — and out-dar'd His fate — as his faith they shar'd ; Heroes, like in days of old ; Long their story shall be told : O the horrors of those pyres, Where each, mutilate, expires ! 5 Lo ! the martyr-days return'd! Men are tortur'd — mangled — burn'd ; What this lamentable cry THE JEWS— THE CHURCH AND SUNDAY SCHOOL. Loud re-sounding 'thwart the sky ? England mine, surcease thy mirth — Is there God in all the Earth ? Not a cry from Atheist heart — Scoffers of the baser sort ; Hut the sad moan at Christ's feet While in Pall's own Isle of Crete The immitigable Turk Now does his accursed work 160. The Jews. Romans xi. IS~- ( J >' Colossians Hi. II. i How long, O Lord, how long, 'Till Earth break forth in song! 'Till Thine own Israel No longer shall rebel ; But contrite, and in shame, Call gladly on Thy Name. 2 Thou Who at Pentecost Sentest the Holy Ghost, And in Jerusalem Put in Thy diadem Of blood-stain'd souls the chief, Rebuke our unbelief. 3 Rend veil which hides the light, Help them to " read " aright ; O suffring Saviour shew, Yea, cause Thy Cross to glow ; Fulfilling their own Law, As seer and saint foresaw. 4 We plead Thy Covenant : Lord, our petition grant ! We plead Thy promises ; Israel, Thine ancient, bless ! Wake Abraham's seed; restore Thy " Chosen" yet once more. 5 Their Land long desolate Bring back to its old state; On holy Zion's hill Thy Gospel "dew" distil : Making this mighty race Share Thy redeeming grace. 63. 6 How glorious is their Past ! Long have they been outcast ; O turn their hearts again ! Revive as " latter rain " ! The true Messiah Thou, Lead them to know Thee now. 7 Gentile and Jew unite, As Thou dost still invite ; That to the one Cross led, By Thy love conquered ; One holy Israel Own Thee Emmanuel. I6I. The Church and Sunday School. Tune — The Queen's Anthem. ( Composed for the Jubilee of the Presbyterian Church of England, Blaekburn, Lan- cashire, iSthJunc, iSjS.^i 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 1 God keep our Church and School ! " Shed on them blessings full ! Bless Church and School ! Crown them from day to da} - ; All walking " In tie way " ; All living as they pray ; Bless Church and School ! Fill with Thy Spirit's might, To know and do the right, And evil shun ; Here let each heart upraise, Sweet notes of prayer and praise, Bright'ning the Day of days : With Heav'n begun. 3 The Pastor's heart inspire God's Word to preach with fire — Loving and true ; Elders his hands up-bear Upon the Mount of Prayer ; And in the conflict share, — The crown in view. 4 Membfrs ! Grant them to show That Christ indeed they know, And love their Lord ; 74 CHILDREN'S DEBT OF LOVE TO THEIR CHRISTIAN PARENTS. Let Teachers week by week, Truth from The Master seek, And with His patience speak — Scattering the Word. 5 Children of peace and light, Give each the robe of white, To wear for Thee ! When each Lord's Day is done, May Scholars, one by one, Be found to Jesus won This Jubilee ! 6 Lord ! Let Thy Gospel reign, And still fresh conquests gain, At home, abroad ; Help us with heart and hand, To do Thy great command, Till souls in every Land, Welcome their God ! 7 God keep our Church and School ! Shed on them blessings full ! Bless Church and School ! To sow we will not cease ; (Vive, Lord, the rich increase ! — Faith, holiness, and peace : Bless Church and School ! 162. The Sunday-School Teacher. Prov. xxii. 6. 8s. i Am I a teacher, O, my Lord, A teacher of Thy Holy Word ? A teacher in the Sunday School ? A teacher oi' the bright fresh soul ? O may I then be taught of Thee, My Saviour, of Thy clemency. 2 Still in my class, O Lord, be found As Thy fair Sabbath Day comes round ; And grant that, steeped in prayer, I may Each young heart still before Thee lay ; Then teach as ever in Thy sight : Alluring them to truth and right. 3 Faith and " first love," dear Lord, impart ; Yea, faith, that Thou dost change the In tin' firsl early-opening years ; [heart; Ami scatter all my human fears. O Perfecter, as Author, Thou ! Guard wilt the seed for Thee I sow? 4 The knowledge, Lord, that doth in-form Grant that it also may trans-form ; Give Thou the light that brings a change, Sothat their hearts ne'er fromThee range, And, O my God, do Thou forbid My life be by my teaching chid. 163. Sunday School Teacher. ios. i I WOULD not merely teach, I would inspire : [fire ! O Master, do Thou touch me with Thy Within my heart cause my fond love to glow, [shew. Then all words of my lips Thy love shall 2 I would not merely teach, I would inspire : O for Thy early servants holy ire ! Like unto Thine! my charge still to beseech, And hope — by grace — the "erring man'' to reach. 3 I would not merely teach, I would inspire : Be mine to see, Lord, what Thou dost require ; [sin, Give me Thine Own deep insight into And .all the tangling cobwebs it doth spin. 4 I would not merely teach, I would inspire : Set on "the Rock," when lifted from the mire; [till, O Christ! do Thou me with Thine ardour And grant that I it more and more instil. 5 I would not merely teach, 1 would inspire: Mine a great task of love and not of hire; Lord ! stir me still to witness and to toil, Nor let e'en often thanklessness me foil. 6 Repeat St. i. 164. Children's Debt of Love to their Christian Parents. (Autobiographical. ) "Honour tliy father and thy mother." — Exodus xx. j j. ~ t s. [FATHER ! Greatest of great names, That our best affection claims ; Mother! Sweetest of sweet words, PRAYER MEETING— "TWO OR THREE.' 75 Touching our hearts' deepest chords : Thanks, O Lord my God, that I Parents had, pass'd to the sky. 2Praise still for a Christian home, Into which Thou mad'st me come ; Breathing atmosphere of prayer That transfigured ev'ry care : Thanks, O Lord my God, that I Parents had, pass'd to the sky. 3I remember all the way That they " led " me day by day — Guarding me in helpless years ; Their love often mix'd with fears : Thanks, O Lord my God, that I Parents had, pass'd to the sky. 4Wistn.1l — watching mind's first dawn, That mv heart to Jesus drawn By the Spirit from Above, 1 might share their faith and love : Thanks, O Lord my God, that I Parents had, pass'd to thesky. 5" Life of God " they did commend, Yet they sweetly would unbend ; Beauty of religion shewn — Duty, not as law alone : Thanks, O Lord my God, that I Parents had, pass'd to the sky. 6Grave— but pleasantly could smile ; Stern — yet only unto guile ; Kind — but not mere soft indulgence ; Bright — fetch'd from His own effulgence : Thanks, O Lord my God that I Parents had, passed to the sky. 7S0 they liv'd and so they died ; More and more were sanctified ; And to-day with sweet warm tears Mem'ry still their voices hears : Thanks, O Lord my God, that I Parents had, passed to the skv. 165- Parents Debt of Love to Children. 2 Corinthians, xii. ij ; Colossiaiis Hi. 21 7 s - 1 Father ! reigning o'er the House ! Mother! Queen! yea, Christ's own spouse; Firm, yet gentle, be your sway, Seeking guidance when you pray; Then the gifts you ask will come, Yours shall be a Christian home. 2 Home ! " how dreadful is this place !'' Saving for God's guardian grace : Little ones, when He doth send, Laying them on us to tend ; But the covenant is sure, And His benison secure. 3Parents ! Well may you feel awe 'Fore the charge ye on you draw ; Your own flesh and your own blood To be train'd for ill or good : Plead "the promises," and call Unto Him that knoweth all. .(.That full soon each tender heart Free, may choose "the better part" ; That full soon His Holy Word Light may to young feet afford ; That full soon the power they prove That belongs to Faith and Love. 5AS the years shall onward sweep, Parents, still self-vigil keep ; That nor word, nor look, nor act, Other be than shall attract, To a Christ-like life, and holy, Brave and strong and true, yet lowly. Repeat St. 1. 166- Prayer Meeting — " Two or Three." St. Matt, xviii. jo. 7s. 1 Lord, we bless Thee who dost greet Thine Own People when they meet ; Thy great word abiding true, / am in the midst of you ; Thou art faithful, Lord, we see, Tho' 'tis but to " two or three." 2 We would meet, Lord, in Thy Name ; Touch us with Thy Spirit's flame ; That upon this quiet eve Blessings full we may receive ; Thou art faithful, Lord, we see, Tho' 'tis but to " two or three." 7 6 THE MID-WEEK SERVICE— MARRIAGE "IN THE LORD." 3 Lord, we know our faith is weak ; Firmer, deeper faith, we seek ; And our hope too often pales ; Lord, give light when darkness veils ; Thou art faithful, Lord, we see, Tho' 't s but to " two or three." 4 Fill us with intense desire ; Largest askings, Lord, inspire ; Fill us with Thine Own vast love, That compassion in us move ; Thou art faithful, Lord, we see, Tho' 'tis but to "two or three." 5 Here in hour of mid-week prayer, We to Thee, Lord, would repair ; Be we many, be we few, Still Thou wilt Thy grace renew; Thou art faithful, Lord, we see, Tho' 'tis but to " two or three." 167. The Mid-Week Service.. Acts of the Apostles xvi. /;. 8.8.8.8.7.7. 1 Lord, at our mid-week service met, Do Thou in each of us beget The prayer of faith, the word of grace, That shall intrusive cares displace ; Look back upon the Sabbath past, And every coming one forecast. zWe thank Thee, Lord, that thus we may Together meet to praise and pray, And from Thy blest Book speak and hear, With a sweet sense that Thou art near; Look back upon the Sabbath past, And every coming one forecast. 3TI1US Thou hast own'd the "two or three," Ev'n as Thou promised'st should be ; Increase the numbers, Lord, who seek Sabbatic brightness all the week ; Look back upon the Sabbath past, And every coming one forecast. 4F1II with a restful love our hearts, Born of the peace " the blood" imparts ; That of Thy Holy Spirit kept We may not from " the Way " be swept ; Look back upon the Sabbath past, And every coming one forecast. 168. Sunday School Anniversary. 7s. St. J oh 11 xxi. 15. 1 " Feed My Lambs!" O golden word! That sweet warrant doth afford; Claiming all the good and wise, And all aid that in us lies; That with fire-touch'd heart and tongue, We may strive to win the young. 2 " Feed My Lambs!" Behold to-day, Jesus Lord, this fair array ! Boys and girls their voices raise, And Thee as their Saviour praise; Their one hope The Crucified, Who in love for them has died. 3 " Feed My Lambs!" Another Year Lord, we close in holy fear; Grateful that us Thou hast spar'd; Grateful for all truth declar'd; Grateful for persuasive call; Grateful for our Festival. 4 " Feed My Lambs!" Lord, we have striv'n By Thy Word unto us giv'n; Day by day to guide their feet Where Good Shepherd Thou dost greet; Feeding them with "bread of life"; Guarding them in Sin's sore strife. 5 " Feed My Lambs !" O Holy Ghost ! We have nothing now to boast ; Yet we ask that Thou would'st own What in Christ's name we have done; Our whole School anoint this day, And all, bless'd, send on their way. 169. Marriage "in the Lord." 6s. 1 O Love that is a prayer! And O Prayer that is love ! Strong 'gainst all foes soe'er, Lifting two hearts Above; Two hearts made one in Him — ■ MARRIAGE. 77 The Cross their dwelling-place; Light that no shadows dim; And all, the gifts of grace. 2 Praise to the grace of God ! To God of grace all praise ! Like to the prophet's rod, "Beauty" and "Bands" embrace; One cloud of incense sweet ; One blending hymn, one flame; O Lord, lo, at Thy feet We magnify Thy Name. 3 Thro' years of wedded life Thou, Lord, hast kept us still ; Behind the great world's strife, Thy ' peace' our hearts doth fill ; For us and ours, dear Lord, Thy Word abideth true ; With gratitude outpour'd, We would our vows renew. 4 O gracious unity! Two lives of God made one; Tender benignity Of hoi)' fusion; Still, blessed Jesus give, Our Home this 'peace' to shew; By Thy prerogative More and more love bestow. 170. Marriage. " Marriage is honourable in all." — Heb. xiii. 4. Ss. 1 Lo ! Marriage came to Earth from Heaven, Before by sin the Earth was riven: O Father, 'twas by Thy love given. 2 Beholding man in loneliness, Thou, cov'nant-Lord, Thou fain would'st Eve bringing in her loveliness. [bless; 3 TheroundEarthThou didst givefordower, And didst on them rich blessings shower; Transfigui ing their bridal bower. 4 Alas! They sinn'd! alas! they fell; Against Thy Law they did rebel; Their birthright for a trifle sell. 5 For them Thy heart of love did bleed ; For them Thyself did'st intercede ; Hope kindling by " the Woman's Seed.'* 6 The Law's curse falls on all men born, The race come into life forlorn; But Faith sees roses 'bove the thorn. 7 In fulness of the time appointed; When the world was all disjointed; Came our Saviour, " The Anointed." 8 He also holy Marriage blest ; Went unto Cana as a guest ; At once a Friend and minist'ring Priest. 9 He blessing gave upon the wine, Transmuting it to mystic sign By His beatitude divine. ioAnd He by many a gracious word, Our hearts in every chord hath stirred; As Love's own whispers we have heard. 1 1 Is marriage hon'rable in all? He honours the sweet festival ; And bids His blessing on it fall. 12 O gracious Saviour, from Thy Throne, Wilt Thou not now this marriage own? And with all purest blessings crown. |7I. Marriage. Heb. xiii. 4. 8.7.8.7.7.7. 1 Bless, Lord, this new-wedded pair, With Thy purest, with Thy fairest ; Hear our praise and hear our prayer, Give Thy sweetest, give Thy rarest ; By Law of the Land made one, Seal Thou deeper union. 2 May the just-plac'd ring of gold, Symbol be of love unending ; And the onward years unfold, Earthly life and heav'nlv blending; Yea grant, Lord, that from this hour Thine may be the richer dower. 3 Forward into life they go; Clear to Thee — to them unknown ; Come what will, may they still know, 78 MARRIAGE -BAPTISM OF CHILDREN. That Thou ne'er forsak'st Thine Own Light and shadow sanctify ; Keep them living - for the sky. 4 Let their plighted troth be true, All in all the one to other ; On their home shed nurturing dew ; Earlv make them father, mother ; Thou the " Family" hast "set," Nor Thy promise dost forget. 5 Bless, Lord, this new-wedded pair. With Thy purest, with Thy fairest; Hear our praise and hear our prayer, Give Thy sweetest, give Thy rarest; By Law of the Land made one, Seal Thou deeper union. 172. Marriage. i Body and Soul make one, Dissolv'd by God alone ; So Marriage "in the Lord" Is close as thought and word. 'Tis two lives interblending, Nor ends till either's ending ; The Lord praise for this bliss, Seal'd by first nuptial kiss. 2 O God, Thou by Love's art, Heart bringeth near to heart, Thou kindlest from Above, The pure flame of first love ; Thou our web of life weavest, With us joyest and grievest ; The Lord praise for this bliss, Seal'd In' first nuptial kiss. 3 Sacred the tie that binds ; That two hearts ;is one joins ; Deep symbol of Thy tryst With Thy Church, O Lord Christ ! That Thy Bride is appointed, Willi blessings full anointed. The Lord praise for this bliss, Seal'd by first nuptial kiss. 4 O Lord ! wilt Thou now bless, This pair, as their hands press ! May they from this bright hour From Thee win gracious dower ! Jovs double, and halve sorrows, Till Age's snow each borrows : The Lord praise for this bliss, Seal'd by first nuptial kiss. 173. Baptism of Children. 7s. Acts of the Apostles iii. 25/ St. Matthew x/x. 14. 1 Lord, this child to Thee we bring : Thine Own rite administ'ring; Lift Thou now on us Thy Face ; Grant Thy purifying grace. 2 Lord, Thou seest Thy "little one": Give Thou benediction ! Ah ! Sin lieth in its soul ; Touch the child, and make it whole. 3 Lord, we look beyond the rite ; Walk by faith, and not by sight ; Thou alone giv'st the "new birth"; 'Tis of Heaven, not of Earth. 4 But, Lord, Thou hast thro' the sign Giv'n the blessing unto Thine ; O that it may be so now ! Answ'ring pray'r, accepting vow. 5 If it please Thee, spare the child, Still to grow up undent' d ; And on reaching years of sense Grant divine intelligence. 6 That paternal vows made known, He may make them all his own ; And may take Thee at Thy word, And himself Thy son record. Repeat St. 1. BAPTISM. 79 174. Baptism. " These little ones. St. Matthew xviii. 10. 8s. i" THESE little ones": Ah! each Thou knowest ; "These little ones": on each bestowest From the first dawning' of their life Thy benediction, ere the strife. 2"These little ones ": O tender word ! Falling - like music from their Lord ; We therefore bring them now to Thee, That of Thy Church they entered be. 3"These little ones": ta'en from the crowd, Boasting no high descent, or proud ; Them Thou received'st Lord, and Thou, Unchanging', dost receive these now. 4"These little ones" Thou'lt not o'erlook; "These little ones" all in Thy Book; Heboid us, then, with heart of faith, Now seeking, Lord, Thy heav'nly breath. 5 "These little ones": in "narrow way" Keep them, O Jesus! day by day; And as they grow in years attest That in their Baptism they were blest. 175. Tin-: I- 'irstCradleofthe First-born. 7 s - i Safe-defended from all harms Lo! The babe in mother's arms! By God's own great hands there laid, Living cradle by God made; Innocent and sweet the rest, Taken in that fragrant nest ! 2 Came to us 'mid hush of fears Gladness sprinkled o'er with tears; Life imperill'd by life giv'n, But o'erwatched of kind Heav'n; Lord! Thou didst Thy Word fulfil, Working tenderly Thy will. 3 Lo! upon that blissful morn Thou besfowedst our First-born ; Husband, wife, all to each other; Ah! but now 'twas father, mother; Making holy sacrament, By which our two lives were blent. 4 O deep mystery of being, Far beyond our human seeing; God's gift of a little child, Laid on bosom undehled; Heavenly and earthly meet, — Than the meeting naught more sweet. 5 Soft Love's kiss: 'twas almost hoi)' — As with stooped knee, and lowly, Our two hearts op'd pent-up flood, Whisp'ring of our gratitude ; Gazing still upon OI'R child, With a gravity that smil'd. 6 Safe-defended from all harms Lo! the babe in mother's arms! By God's own great hands there laid, LIVING cradle by God made ; how sweet the innocent rest Taken in that fragrant nest. |76_ Baptism. Acts ii. jg: Romans iv. ij. 7s. 1 As this Babe unconscious lies Lord ! we place him 'neath Thine eyes ; By Thy Covenant of old As Thy ' seed ' be he enroll'd ; By great words of Pentecost Spoken to throngs anguish-tost ; We, Lord Christ, make our appeal, That the ordinance Thou seal. 2 O Lord ! Thou hast made the soul; All its springs Thou dost control ; Wilt Thou look upon this child, Thou of all, The Undefil'd? Wilt Thou for Thine Own Name's sake, Him unto Thy keeping take? Touch him with Thy thrice-pure touch, And as Thy child him avouch. So REMINISCENCES OF BAPTISM— SHILOH. 3 What's to come to us is veil'd ; Safely kept, or if assail'd, Lord ! Be Thou to him still near ; Then for him we will not fear : Early win his heart to Thee, In Thy "glorious liberty"; Build him up in Faith and Love, That he ne'er from Thee remove. 4 If Thou sparest him, O Lord ! Hear us as we plead Thy word ; May he grow to be a MAN Men will bless and never ban! May he useful be, and kind, To all those who walk as blind ! Still may he exemplify That he travels to the sky. 177 Reminiscences of Baptism. 7s. "As a little child."— St. Mark x. 15. 1 When I was a little child, Thou, O Lord, upon me smil'd; Giv'n to Thee with praise ami prayer ; Entered of life, an heir; Water sprinkled on my brow Sealing true parental vow. 2 Ever since, Thou hast me kept As the years have onward swept; Bright' ning joys and hushing fears; Like a sunbeam drying tears; Leading me still on and on In sweet benediction. 3 Now grey hairs are on my head, — Aide's snow-flakes on me shed ; But Thou spakest Thy " Except,' To grown men and I accept; I am prone to be beguil'd. Make me as Thy "little child." 4 Let my heart, dear Lord, be young; Thine Own joy upon my tongue ; Hold me in Tin' sweet control, Granting childhood of the soul; As when child I went to sleep, Giving Thee my soul to keep. 5 And since my life's setting sun Has its westering course begun; At even-tide be it bright, White as Thine Own spotless white; Child-like as on mother's breast, Grant me Thine Eternal Rest. |78. Shiloh. (Composed under a large terebinth tree there.) Jer. vii. 12-i-f. (cj. Joshua xviii. 1. 6s. 1 'Tis even so, O Lord ! Fulfill' d Thine awful word ; For as we come to see, Lo ! as in Thy decree, ShiloIi — once holy shrine, Chief dwelling place of Thine, In foulest ruin lies — Like corpse that putrifies. 2 A broken arch and wall Slow-crumbling to its fall ; Heaps upon heaps of stones, Ghastly as fieshless bones ; These all that now remain On this forsaken plain ; Thy glory, Shiloh, gone, The dread word of God done. 3 But e'er this ruin came Here thou hadst set Thy Name; Ne'er shall it be forgot ; Time ne'er the record blot ; Here Eli as God's priest, Fulfill'd his office blest ; And Hannah Samuel brought, Wearing his "little coat." 4 I look from plain to hill, All beautiful and still ; I look from earth to sky, Know Thou my God art nigh ; Vet, Lord, I awed stand 'Fore these strokes of Thy Hand. Speaks Shiloh to my heart From all sin to depart. THE CHURCH ASLEEP- SAINTS. 8r 179. The Church Asleep. 8s. Isaiah Hi. 1-2. 1 Church of the Living Christ awake ! Thy slumb'ring languor from thee shake; Thy crowned Lord may soon be here ; Before Him how shalt Thou appear? What hast thou with His CHARTER done? His world, blood-ransom'd, still unwon. 2 Church of the Living Christ awake! 1 His promise vast on thy lips take; His COVENANT, lo! still stands fast, Faithful to-day as in far Past; His Word has all its ancient power, Made mighty by The Spirit's dower. 3 Church of the Living Christ awake ! Thy courage, let no foemen quake; Plead and replead upon thy knees, With the puissant faith that sees; Put forth thy strength, and dare to win Christ's victory over every sin. 4 Church of the Living Christ awake! Earth's darkest places shining make; Soundoutthc Broken HEART'sgreatcry— " Turn ye, turn ye, why will ye die?" Lengthenthy cords, strengthen thystakes, Till the one Gospel all hearts shakes. ■ 5 Church of the Living Christ awake! Hold fast thy plea" ForHisName'ssake"; Thou rich art and increas'd in goods; Not drops of blessing but full floods; All that thou art, all that thou hast, Be lowly at His pierc'd feet cast. 6 Church of the Living Christ awake! Amidst no ancient " rubbish" rake; Line apostolical to find By which thee to " The Twelve" to bind; Christ lives, Christ cries "Come unto Me,'' There lie thy life and pedigree. 180. One. Deut. xv. j ; St. Luke, xv. -/ > St. Matt, xviii. 10. 1 As I read Thy Holy Word, Saviour mine, in sweet accord Comes the old and comes the NEW, Bringing still in tender view, How Thou dost o'er even "one" Graciously speak Thy "Well done." 2 In the ancient wondrous story That points out the way to glory, Oft and oft we read of ' one ' In sweetest repetition ; Giving token that Thine eye Least, lowliest doth descry. 3 Most of all in Gospel page, Thou dost all our fears assuage ; There we see what Thou hast done By Thy triumph on Cross won ; Ah ! Thou tell'st of 'one' lost sheep; Gladd'ning us e'en as we weep. 4 For Thou dost unveil the sky ; Showest what takes place on High; How the finding 'one' lost sheep — Lost on wild or mountain steep ; Adds to blessedness of Heav'n — A great glad shout o'er it giv'n. 5 O my soul, bless Thou the Lord, For the tender mighty word Of a human heart relenting ; That 'one' sinner late repenting, Moves to joy angels of God : God Himself in His abode. |3|, Saints. 8s. (After reading Newmans and Baring- Gould's "Lives of the Saints.") 1 Saintly successors of the saints, My heart fails and my spirit faints; While pondering your Christ-like lives — The Love that burns— theFAiTH that strives; Yet why should I, or faint or fail? Or suffer doubt me to assail? 82 MORE SAINTS -THE HARVEST OF LIGHT. Why should I go with down-cast face, When I may draw on the same grace? " My Lord, my God," open my eyes That I may know Thy full supplies. 2 Hast Thou not said — our fears to fray — " Unchanged am I from day to day"; Thy Cov'nant sure — Thy Promise fast, In living present as in past; Lord ! Do Thou quicken me, that I May " walk" with Thee confidingly ; Like to those saints of old abide In joy near to Thy wounded side; Thy Spirit give that still I may [Way." Find Thee "the Life, the Truth, the 3 Saintly successors of the saints, I envy ev'n your sighs and plaints ; Your broken prayers — your vigils sharp ; Your fastings — ay, tho' many carp; Your fearless contact with the vile; Your faith in the soft word and smile; Lord Christ! Tho' cruel World doth rail Give their invulnerable mail ; Yea give me Lord — like them — to glow With the same love that Thou didst shew. 4 It may be these sad saints mistook Their Church's dicta for Thy Book ; It may be that themselves they griev'd When Thou of all cause hadst reliev'd; It may be that they oft forgot How Thy shed blood all sin doth blot ; It may be that they left unread Thy great cry " // is Finished" ; Yet Thou wast in them — they in Thee, In gracious captivity. 5 Repeat St. i. 182. More Saints. 6s. " // is because we have sofeiv high saints among us that we have so ma)iy low sinners." — Hooker. i O Christ, give us more saints! Thy Church, yea the Earth, faints ; For more, still more true men By whom blindest shall ken, That ev'n in this late day Thou dost lead " in the Way" ; Expelled all that taints, Clear seen there still are saints. 2 Thanks Lord, for the strong brain That highest heights doth gain ; Thanks Lord, for burning heart Deed-doer beyond all art ; Thanks for all fullest learning, Still richer guerdons earning; But more — Christ, hear our plaints! — Holy men — give us saints. 3 O Christ, give us more saints That Earth with Heav'n acquaints; Lowliest lowliness; Beauty of holiness; Serene and purified, Like Thee The Crucified; Such as St. John's pen paints : O Christ, give us more saints. 4 The many read not books, Obtusest know saints' looks ; Controversy abstruse, To few only of use; But holy simple lives, Strong by the strength LOVE gives ; These break thro' all restraints; O Christ, give us more saints. 5 Aye faithful to the Cross; Still counting gain but loss ; Still seeking brotherhood By ever doing good; By grace from Heav'n sent, Spending and being spent; O Christ, give us more saints! The Church, yea the Earth faints. 1 83 The Harvest of Light. Ps. xcviuii- 8.8.8.6.8.6. i Servants, Lord, forth in faith we go, With our hands full, Thy seed to sow ; Longing to hear Thy Spirit blow In a Revival now ; "Light is sown" : O Christ Thou dost know, When will the Harvest show ? THE CROSS OF CHRIST -THE CROSS. 83 2Hungry souls that for Thy Bread pine ; Darkened souls that yearn Thou wouldst shine ! Weary souls that fain would recline ; Lord ! Thou seest them all ; Lo ! Thy promises we combine ; Before Thy Throne we fall. 3Long, long-, alas ! doth Evil last ; Deathless souls in sin's bonds fast ; And to Eternity they haste; How long-, how long, O Lord! Shall we of "hope deferr'd" still taste? O speak Thou the word! 4O Christ ! To Thee we make appeal, Thick clouds Thy kingdom now conceal ; Send forth Thy light, Thy power reveal ; Lord ! Thy servants own ! Let Thy voice now like trumpet peal ; Raise the light long sown! 184 The Cross of Christ. Gal. vi. 14. 8.7.8.7.7.7. 1 Lift it ! lift it ! lift it upward ; Let the Cross assert its power; Lift it ! lift it ! lift it sunward— 'Tis the World's supremest dower, And a thing of shame no more. 2 Lift it! lift it! lift it upward, [spear; Blood-drops, thorn-crown, nails, and Lift it ! lift it ! lift it sunward- Things of glory now they are, Earth exults and Hell's in fear. 3 Lift it ! lift it ! lift it upward, Out of darkness into light ; Lift it ! lift it ! lift it sunward— 'Tis a banner in the fight, Charge to triumph; Satan smite. 4 Lift it ! lift it! lift it upward; See The Christ The Crucified ; Lift it ! lift it ! lift it sunward ; We shall live for He has died ; No hope save the Cross beside. 5 Lift it ! lift it ! lift it upward ; Angels to behold stoop down ; Lift it ! lift it! lift it sunward- Let it win its grand renown ; Jewels bringing to His crown. 6 Lift it ! lift it ! lift it upward ; Shame is now by Shame asham'd ; Lift it ! lift it ! lift it sunward— Curse is now by Curse defam'd ; Life by death is now reclaim'd. 7 Lift it ! lift it ! lift it upward ; Lo ! the Cross all foes confounds ; Lift it ! lift it ! lift it sunward- Grace to guilty man abounds, " Good news " through the Earth resounds. 8 Repeat St. 1. |85- The Cross. Col. i. 20 ; ii. 14. 7s. 1 Once a thing of woe and shame, Lo, the Cross now towers sublime ! Gath'ring lustre to its name. In the onward march of Time ; Rais'd 'twixt malefactors twain, "/;/ the place call'd Calvary" ; Who may gauge the deep disdain Of men's vengeful mockery ? 2 Thorns — but grapes upon them blush ; Gall — yet sweeter far than honey ; Thirst — and "living waters" gush ; Poor — but rich beyond all money ; Helpless, all, in hands and feet, Yet saves one the lion's prey; Terrible — but oh, how sweet ! Darkness — and yet clearest Day. 3 Branded — and thrice glorious ; Naked — yet the " white robe " weaves ; Conquered — and victorious ; Weak — yet the vast world upheaves ; Dead — and yet the source of life ; Woe — but symbol of all bliss ; Peace — and centre of all strife; Was e'er paradox like this ? 8 4 THE UPLIFTED REDEEMER— THE GOOD FIGHT OF FAITH. 4 Sin's last trophy — and defeat ; Wrath — and heart of love reveals ; Law upheld — yet pardon meet ; Justice, Mercy, it unseals; Man condemned — and yet acquitted ; Fix'd — yet round it all revolves ; " Bitter tree " — where White Dove flitted ; Mystery — and all mystery solves. 5. Cross of Christ! in thee I boast, Bearing- high The Crucified ; And my heart when anguish-tost Finds peace only by thy side ; Hold it up, ye men of God, Earth's heart aches for your good news; Tell it out at home, abroad, Bid, accept it or refuse. 6. Mighty conquests of the past Shadow mightier to come ; The Lord's promise standeth fast, Drawing countless myriads home ; Once a thing of woe and shame, Lo ! the Cross now stands sublime ; Gath'ring lustre to its name, In the onward march of Time. 186. The Uplifted Redeemer. SY, John, xii. 32. 8s. 1 "If I from earth be lifted up," ■ I, all men unto me shall draw ; O Jesus ! thou did'st drink " the cup," Mix'd deadlier than man e'er saw ; Betwixt the darkened earth and sky, Thy Cross on ghastly Calv'ry rose ; And there in complex agony Thou did'st endure our utmost woes ; Thou there,our Substitute, did'st die, My soul, catch thence His thrilling cry. 2 Thou Cross of ever-glorious shame, I turn my wistful eyes to Thee ; Dark bearer of man's guiltiest blame, Thy mystery Thou mak'st me see ; To the great vision of my Faith, [head ; Bright light doth shine around Thy For in Thee ev'ry word He saith, Lo ! firmly is established : The work is done — life given for death, Sing, my glad soul, the Cross beneath. 3 O Jesus ! Thy all-drawing power Wilt Thou to us here manifest ? Wilt us with Thy " free Spirit " dower ? Full filling us with Thy deep rest ; Forbid that even one should be Drawn to Thee only for his doom ; O g'ive Thy " glorious liberty," And pass us all to light from gloom ; Put Thou, Lord, on Thy strength, that we Rejoice in blest captivity. 4 O Saviour! over all the world, [men ! How doth Thy love still " draw " all How long until from its throne hurl'd Shall Sin surcease its ruthless reign ! Two mighty hosts are marching on, The Christ-redeem'd and the self-lost ; But all before Thy Great White Throne One day as Judge shall Thee accost : The great blood-purchas'd triumph won, Or " lost ! lost ! lost ! "—and all undone. 187. The Good Fight of Faith. 1 Timothy it: 12. 8s. 1 Shout, ye believers, shout aloud, The en my comes in like a flood ; But banner for the truth display ; Be brave — be strong — you'll win the day. 2 Ev'n as Jericho's walls fell down, Lo ! the Lord Christ, your faith will own ; Weak-seeming tho' your weapons be, Wield them in Him and wonders see. ERROR— NOT PEACE, BUT TRUTH. 85 3. Repeat St. 1. 4 The sky is dark, the earth is drear, Beats in your hearts a pulse of fear ; Above the earth, above the sky, Jesus still lives and still is nigh. 5 Repeat St. 1. 4 " He that sits in the Heav ns doth laugh,' Foes plotting He scatt'reth as chaff; Fight on — advance — ye cannot fail, Yours is invulnerable mail. 7. Repeat St. 1 . 188. Error. They accuse me sometimes of treatingivith too much indulgence and gentlensss those ■who have not faith. When one has passed through the sufferings of doubt, one would feel it a crime to treat haughtily those un- happy ones to iv'iom God has not yet granted the »race of believing." — Frederick Ozanan ("Letters" by Coates, iSSG). S.James v. 20. 8s. 1 To Error, Lord, I would be just, As I, in Thee, my Saviour trust ; From terrorizing, Lord, me free, Thy " gentleness " make me to see : Terror — from Hell not Heaven sent, Self-righteous bigot's instrument. 2 Teach me, my Lord, patient to wait, Nor constant pity to abate ; Speaking from wistful heart of love, Words merciful from Thee above ; Steeped in unceasing dews of prayer, And never knowing to despair. To Error, Lord, I would be just, As I, in Thee, my Saviour trust ; I would, O Lord, hope against hope, Made strong by Thee with worst to cope ; Still seeing in heart unrenew'd What mine once was — humbly review'd. 4 Alas Lord ! pride of intellect Thy truth with passion doth reject; Wilt Thou by Thy will-conqu'ring Dove Help me to conquer by Thy love ? Still telling how Thou dost impart The life-blood of Thy broken heart. 5 To Error, Lord, I would be just, As I, in Thee, my Saviour trust ; O give me yearning, souls to win From thing so terrible as sin ; Help me to trace blind ignorance Full oft to evil circumstance. 189 Not Peace, but Truth. William Chilling-worth. St. Matt. x. 34.; St. Luke xii. ./o. 6s. 1 " Not peace, but truth," my soul, As thy life-work is done ; " Not peace, but truth," my soul, If palm is to be won; Truth is of heav'nly birth, And ring'd with foes on earth. 2 " Not peace, but truth," mj soul, Christ came to send a sword ; " Not peace, but truth," my soul, Search Thou His shining Word; Contend Thou for " the faith," All built upon, " He saith." 3 " Not peace, but truth," my soul ; Buy truth and sell it not ; " Not peace, but truth," my soul, Ne'er let this be forgot ; Christ, "Way and Truth and Life, Leads in a noble strife. 4 " Not peace, but truth," my soul, " Christ and Thee crucified; " " Not peace, but truth," my soul, Where truth is still denied ; Be Thou a child of light ; Error with brave heart smite. 5 " Not peace, but truth," my soul ; Peace gain'd thro' lies deceives ; " Not peace, but truth," my soul; 85 CREEDS-ON LAYING THE FOUNDATION STONE OF A CHURCH. Vain all else that relieves ; The cross the world's one "peace," There only is pure ease. 6 " Not peace, but truth," my soul ; Truth by the "shed blood " bought ; " Not peace, but truth," my soul ; By God the Spirit wrought ; Truth first that can't be shook, Then may'st thou for peace look. 7 " Not peace, but truth," my ^oul ; Tho' peace be as a pearl ; " Not peace, but truth," my soul, Truth fairer than fair girl ; Seek peace and still pursue it Thro' truth — or thou shalt rue it. 190. Creeds. St. Matt. x. 32. 8s. 1 O God, widen our human CREEDS, To fit them for our present needs ; Lord ! give Thy Church anointed eyes To see Thee living in the skies ; Whilst all things onward, upward move, Directed by Incarnate Love. 2 Directed by Incarnate Love : Clear-witness'd by the Holy Dove; That in the mighty nail-pierced HANDS The truth of God safe-guarded stands ; Nor needeth sword or symbol look Lest His redeemed Church be shook. 3 Lest His redeemed Church be shook, Or heresies, or enemies brook ; O Christ, 'tis as if Thou wast dead, Thy Word of Thee abandoned ; To mark men's blank despair and terror Before the vaunts of wilder' d Error. 4 Before the vaunts ofwilder'd Error ; Of tir'd brains and hearts the mirror ; These mummied dogmas that distract, O God, wilt Thou not break the pact That binds the living to the dead Mistrustful, even with Thy Blood shed ? 5 Mistrustful, even with Thy Blood shed, That Heav'n and Hell astonied ; Narrowing Thy love earth-wide — ■ For all, life by The Crucified ; Height — depth — breadth of revelation Darken'd by men's limitation. 6 Darken'd by men's limitation ; Blind to the " so great salvation ; " The mystery of godliness, " God manifest in flesh," to bless; The problem of Law and Love wrought, Redemption for the world blood-bought. 7 Redemption for the world blood-bought : Redeem' d all who redemption sought, Not one lost but who chooses loss ; Safety for ALL at the one Cross; The light that lighteth ev'ry man, Guiding still upward by Love's plan. 8 Guiding still upward by Love's plan : The one hope, or men bless or ban ; O Christ ! save the Spirit-taught soul From terror of the Bigot's scowl , Help each, help all, to turn to Thee, By thy " glorious liberty." 9 Repeat St. 1. 1 Q1 _ On Laying the Foundation Stone of a Church. 8s. Ps. v. 7, h>. i-/., Zech. iv. 9. 1 We bless Thee Lord on this glad day As in Thy Name this Stone we lay ; A House of God we mean to build ; Lord ! With Thy Glory to be fill'd ! 2 We ask Thee, Lord, that from this hour, Safe-guarded by Thy gracious power ; The walls from floor to roof may rise, To shine with light above the skies. 3 If the Lord will, may we be spar'd To see the Church complete prepar'd ; And joyous crowds upon Thee wait As, Lord, Thy House we dedicate. OPENING AND DEDICATION OF A CHURCH— LOOKING UP. 87 4 Be our first entrance sanctified. By " lifting up" The Crucified ; With "certain sound" the trumpet blow, And "none but Jesus" ever know. 5 Glory to Father and to Son, And Holy Spirit — great Tri-une ; Christ-Jesus, our chief corner-stone, And one alone Foundation. 192. Opening and Dedication of a Church. 8s. Ps. cxviii. ig, cxxii. 1. 1 In Faith and Hope we plac'd the Stone Our House of God is built upon ; And now beneath its roof we stand, Adoring Thy safe-guarding Hand. 2 Wide open be the doors to all, Who list to hear the Saviour's call ; As with one heart unite us here On this first Sabbath we draw near. 3 Enthroned High-priest hear our prayer When unto Thee our needs we bear ; Thy blood-bought gifts on us bestow, And cause our hearts within us glow. 4 May Faith here lean upon its staff; Hope, cup of consolation quaff ; May Love here find the ' Broken Heart '; And may Peace sing by Heaven-taught art. 5 May Joy here break out into mirth ; And Grace know days of Heaven on Earth ; May Holiness here antedate The pureness of the higher state. 6 May Penitence, here hush its fears ; Remorse, surcease its burning tears ; Humility, here learn to dare Devoutness, prove the might of prayer. 7 May Childhood, here rejoice to come, As to its heavenly Father's home ; May Youth surrender here its strength ; Age, wistful wait its closing tenth. 8 May a full Gospel ever sound To farthest generations' bound ; Redemption by the blood alone Offer' d on Calvary to atone. 9 May men of God from age to age With world, flesh, hell, stern warfare wage; But chief of all the conquest seek That turns the proud heart into meek. 10 May souls, Lord here be "born again" Shrinking not from the blessed pain; May multitudes, Christ's workers be, In consecrate alacrity. 11 By all Thine ordinances Lord, Wilt Thou fulfil Thy promise-word ? Baptism — Marriage — wilt Thou bless ? The "Supper" too in righteousness. 12 Glory to Father and to Son, And Holy Spirit, Three-in-One ; Be this a House of God for aye ; God of the House, here us we pray. 193. Looking Up. St. Matt. xiv. 19. 8s. 1 I oft read in the Holy Book, My dear Lord, of Thy upward look ; When Thou didst break the mystic bread By which the multitude was fed ; To walk in Thy blest steps I yearn; Lord ! give me grace that I may learn. 2 Lord ! give me grace that I may learn, And Thy rich blessing daily earn ; Help Thou me, Lord, each day to serve, Kept near Thee that I never swerve ; Still looking up, and here below Some antepasts of Heaven know. 3 Some antepasts of Heaven know, However ". running to and fro ; " O Lord! give me Thy upward look, When Hope is dimm'd or Faith is shook ; Or Love's glow pales, or zeal is chill'd ; Thus be my heart with ardour fill'd. 88 POWERS OP THE WORLD TO COME— SPOKEN TRUTH. [ Thus be my heart with ardour fill'd ; All murmuring and fretting' still'd ; Lift me above Earth's wildering mists, Giving- the courage that resists ; Lord Iheav'nly thoughts with earthlyblend, As upward look to Thee I send. 5 As upward look to Thee I send, Thy Spirit His rich unction lend ; Rememb'ring ever how I owe All that I am and have and know ; To Thy grace — ah ! Thy " Grace abounding," Thy love excelling, yea astounding. 194. Powers of the World to Come. Heb. vi. 5. 5.5.6.5.5.6. 1 The clouds are pinking, 1 ' 2 The sun is sinking, A globe of quiv'ring fire ; The landscape glimmers ; The sea far shimmers ; heart of mine aspire ! 2 Such splendour show'ring, The earth so dow'ring ; Think of Eternity, And its high being — The Lord Christ seeing At His RIGHT HAND MOST HIGH. 3 Thy love, Lord, shedding, Joy in me spreading ; Lo ! even here and now ; Thro' grace abounding, All foes confounding, 1 catch Thy face's glow. 4 Soul ! upward winging, All Thy flight singing; Let praise and prayer ascend ; At Heav'n's gate waiting, All consecrating, In worship 'fore Him bend. 5 Ev'ning skies flaming, All Earth's dyes shaming ; Ye hang a veil between ; But lo ! life ended, To Christ commended, We'll see the Great Unseen. 6 Repeat St. 1. 195. Liberty and Peace. 1 The Pen is stronger than the Sword, Howe'er that be of men ador'd ; The hour draws nigh when 'twill be crime To shed men's blood — O hour sublime ! 2 Art not Thou, Jesus, " Prince of Peace ?" O cause Thou then all wars to cease ! No longer let the will of kings Launch fiats DESOLATION brings. 3 Thou gav'st a king for " curse " of old — As in Thy Holy Book is told ; Man's childhood past, Lord, let us see A Christianiz'd democracy. [man 4 Choosing from 'mongst themselves the Of brain and heart to lead the van ; Strong, free, true, pure — Thy sov'reignty Held as their "glorious liberty." 5 Just laws, free speech, and righteousness, O God of nations with these bless ! Our charters great, inviolate, With a Free Church in a Free State. 196. Spoken Truth. Isaiah Iv. 11, 8s. 1 No true word spoken ever dies ; It passes sure into the skies ; And He Who is the Lord of Truth His ancient cov'nant keeps in sooth. 2 His ancient cov'nant keeps in sooth Unchanging in Flis tender ruth ; Speak, therefore, aye, the true greatword Ye God-sent servants of the Lord. 3 Ye God-sent servants of the Lord, Fear not men's wrath or ev'n discord ; The Master oft did kindle fire, And evil things demand your ire. MOCKING AGNOSTICS— THE LATTER DAYS. 8 9 4 And evil thing's demand your ire ; Speak bravely out, not as for hire ; Have faith in Truth, have faith in God, Remember Christ Who earth once trod, 5 Remember Christ Who earth once trod, That still He wields a sov'ran rod ; Ord'ring event and circumstance, To win full-orb'd deliverance. 6 To win full-orb'd deliverance, By Law of Love supreme o'er Chance ; No true word spoken ever dies, It passes sure into the skies. "197. Extra Ecclesiam Nulla Salus. 8s. i Outside the Church there's no salvation — Lord ! pardon Thou the obsecration ; Out of Christ, not outside the Church, Leaves a sinful man in the lurch. 2 O God, how straitened are we ! Seeing - but what we wish to see ; Misreading words of Holy Writ, Our own exclusive Church to fit. 3 Enlarge our souls, enlarge our hearts, Save us from sacerdotal arts ; Unchurching none, inchurehing all, We upon the one Saviour call. 4 Outside the Church there's no salvation , Of Love it is the desecration ; Where'er the Spirit witness gives, A soul is saved and in Christ lives. 5 We praise Thy Name that it is so, It kindleth in our hearts a glow ; Christ Jesus died for all the world, Still let this watchword be unfurl'd. 6 Repeat St. 1. 198. Mocking Jndc iS. Agnostics. 8s. i Surcease your chants ! surcease your Ye mockers of this latter day; [taunts! Your blatant vaunts, Christ's Church not daunts; She knows His triumph speeds its way. 2 Your ignorance! your god of chance! Poor praters ye, at second-hand; Advance! advance! Eaith's shield and lance Blunt your fool-weapons where ye stand. 3 Pride's cup ye quaff — our God doth laugh, High-seated on His Great White Throne; Like vilest draff or empty chaff Before His power ye all are blown. 4 But whilst ye may — in your dismay Turn ye, O turn, why will ye die? Unto God pray — make no delay — No longer His vast love defy. 5 Now is the time — lo ! it doth chime! Ye still may on His mercy trust; Supremest crime — yet Cross sublime, Sin's awful problem doth adjust. 199. The Latter Days. 6s. Isaiah xlviii. iS. i Light spreads from East to West; From plain to mountain-crest; Light from our God enthron'd — • The promise long postpon'd. 2 Slowly the light has gained, Yet thro' all Jesus reign'd; Long long "' gross darkness " lay; Far off Christ saw His Day. 3 Onward from ag - e to age, 'Gainst Pagan's and Priest's rage; Christ gave free nations birth Lo! now, o'er all the Earth. 4 Countless the tongues that now The one sure Gospel know; For more than e'er to-day, The Christ o'er men holds sway. 5 Burden'd and toiling men Again turn and again; Cling to The Crucified Who for them liv'd and died. 6 O wanderers in gloom, Hark to His mighty " Come"! The World's Redfmption stands ; Grasp ye His nail-pierc'd Hands. 9 o OX THE INCREASE OF HIS GOVERNMENT THERE SHALL BE XO EXD 200. Of the Increase of His Govern- ment THERE SHALL BE NO END. Isaiah ix. 7. 1 King of kings and Lord of lords ! Tho' without the pomp of swords ; On Thy Head are many crowns, For the Universe Thee owns ; Toward Thee it still doth move, Heart-drawn — not by Law but Love. 2 King of kings and Lord of lords ! Shout aloud the jub'lant words ; Send them over all the Earth, And break forth in praiseful mirth ; Lauding" Him in psalm and song As unto His House we throng. 3 King of kings and Lord of lords ! O it holy joy affords ! Worthy " blessing " to receive ; " Honour," "power," none will aggrieve; "Riches," "glory," "thanksgiving," Yea, Lord Christ, all we can bring. 4 King of kings and Lord of lords ! Heaven — Hell— Earth, this accords ; Far back in Eternity ; Onward till the Last Man die; The Lord Christ He is the King — This from sky to Earth let ring. 5 King of kings and Lord of lords I Lift up voices, strike all chords ; Set it forth in Christ-like lives, That supremest " witness" gives ; Set it forth in loving deeds, Still unselfish 'midst world's greeds. 6 King of kings and Lord of lords ! This all sov'reignty concords ; Set it forth by look and word. That we •' walk " close to the Lord ; Set it forth with burning faith, Resting on the great " He saith." 7 King of kings and Lord of lords ! O sweet note 'midst Sin's discords ; Set it forth in yearning prayer, Laying on Him all our care ; Set it forth as watching till " Lo I come," He doth fulfil. WATCHING BY A DEATHBED. .. linjrts an: ~ -ofos :' $\ :ittral <£?gmnr: ■ . art in j \: H - - - - . : - - - - - . - - 201. Watcbosg by a Death-bed. 1 be merciful to me a sir. - St. Luke ::'. I J. IO.6. The dying. 1 "Weaker and frailer, day, I grow; The lamp of Me barns lev. — how low! how low! Death is predestinate ; hangs the blow." Watcher. " O God, he mercif The dying. 2 "The sleep of Thy bek I seek in rain; Through the long nights un- to belaid Where lie the T Watcher. The dying. Watcher. Watcher. silent sla " O God, be m-; - " How dark how full chained hound should useless lie; Aching for death, but still I do not - God, be m, -- : ie, - to Thee I've cried; ss and tears alike unanswer'd b: i " O God, berrn- The dying. 5 " God of my fife! art deaf? or dumb? or dead? That I appeal to brazen skies o'erhead; From which to Thine Own child no dews are shed. ' Watcher. " O God, be wtercifulT The dying. 6 " It seems but yesterday that I was strong With fife and health such as to youths belong; •jt I am like a child: O God! bow long?" Wat " O God, be mercifuW : -peak, O God, the thoughts :r_a.: :r. rr.c r --: v doubts, my dreads, my anguish, my surprise; Just as I am I come; aught ■Z - "-'Z " ~z~ ' -z ..-z - '- Watcher. J God, be merciftdT The dying. 8 " Lord Christ ! I cry to Thee :'r::r. . l: \t.~ L\-'-:\ To my poor broken words, wilt Thou not hark? d 'mid th' o'erwhelnrng r.'.zz. -"- ----- —■; \: -■ --.-■:' " O God, be merci/ The dying. 9 " Thou knowest all I am, T - - :-: ~.-. '. T.-c. Lorn, lost: O Christ, interpret 92 THE BLUE OF HEAVEN IS LARGER THAN THE CLOUD. Watcher. Hast Thou not died, O Lord, for sin to atone?" " O God, be merciful!" These are the words of one who was my Friend; But light, and peace, and joy came in the end, And glory strange did to the dead face lend: For God was merciful. 202. He Leads Round but He Leads Right. 13 7s. " God led the people about by the way of the wilderness by the Red Sea." — Exodus xiii. 16'. ( Cf. Deuf. ii. 7/ viii. 2; xxxii. 10). 1 He leads round, but he leads right: All the way is in His sight; Be it rough, or be it long; Void of joy, or set to song; Bringing much, or mite by mite; He leads round, bid He leads right. 2 He leads round, but He leads right He is with us in the fight; Sin may lure or doubts assail, Clad in Faith's celestial mail, We are guarded by His might — He leads round, but He leads right. 3 He leads round, but he leads right. Let no danger then affright; When to Him we lift our eyes, Help doth like the morn arise; Chasing clouds with conquering light; He leads round, but He leads right. 4 He leads round, but He leads right: Giveth song ev'n in the night; O to listen to his voice When in tears He bids rejoice; He our blackest can make white; He leads round, but He leads right. 5 He leads round, but He leads right: Heaviest burden groweth light; Marah! Elim! Wilderness! Each in turn the Lord doth bless; Canaan shines, far-off yet bright; He leads round, but He leads right. 6 He leads round, but He leads right: Cloud by day and fire by night; Morn by morn '• Let God arise, Scattering all our enemies"; And we'll sing with evening light; He leads round, but He leads right. 203. "The Blue of Heaven is Larger than the Cloud." — Mrs. E. B. Browning. " Und so ist dcr blaue Himnicl grosser als jed.es GewUlk darin, und daurcrhafter dazu" — -Jean Paul Richter ('■'the blue heaven is greater than any cloud that passeth over it." ) Romans viii. 28. 10s. 1 Now with low voice and now in accents loud, This truth, Lord, Thou would'st teach us still anew ; The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud: Yet cloud, small as man's hand, will hide the blue. 2 I look around and see a surging crowd I Their dark days 'gainst their bright days are but few ; The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud: But ne'er the less they fret, and pine, and sue. 3 E'en Thine Own children, Lord, them- selves enshroud ; Cause them look up Thy shining Face to view ; The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud: O that all men could feel it to be true ! 4 " All things" for us Thou say'st "co-work for good ; " Alas ! alas ! Thy words how men eschew ! The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud: Howe'er perplex'd the maze, Love holds the clue. THE FURNACE OF AFFLICTION—GROWTH IN GRACE. 93 5 No more, no more of mourning with head bow'd ; Thy note, deep Singer, falls like nurt'ring dew ; The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud: Our vows to love God's will we would renew. 6 Now with low voice and now in accents loud, This truth, Lord, Thou would'st teach us still anew ; The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud: With Thee Above Faith aye should see the blue. 204. The Furnace of Affliction. " / have chosen thee in the furnace of afflic- tion." Isaiah xlviii. io. (Cf. Daniel c. Hi.) 6s. i Thy chosen ones, O Lord, Remember'd in Thy Word ; Cast into furnace-flame Because of Thy Great Name ; Thou shieldedst, that the fire Lit no funereal pyre ; But them transfigured, Thro' golden sunshine led ; And thus unharm'd they walked And all their enemies balked ; Stepp'd forth as from green sod ; Kept by the Son of God. 2 Ev'n thus, O Lord, I know Amid Affliction's glow, As of the furnace old ; Thou dost me close enfold ; That all unhurt I lie 'Neath Thy benignant eye; And feel that Thou dost stand Near, with Thy cooling hand ; To temper all my pain ; To turn my loss to gain ; O Lord, Thou art with me As with Thy chosen Three ! 3 'Tis good to be thus tried; It tells me I'm allied To those He loveth best, Throughout their heav'nly quest ; To Him, The Crucified, Who Man of Sorrows died ; O therefore, Lord, impart Such grace to my poor heart, As shall preserve me still Submissive to Thy will ; That I in furnace flame May glorify Thy Name. 205. The Light not Self to Shine. St. Matthew, v. 16. 8s. i My light, O Lord, which Thou hast sent Down from Thy most pure firmament ; My light, not me, Thou call'st to shine ; Not my poor self, but what is Thine. 2 My light, O Lord, which Thou did'st give, In Thy Love's great prerogative ; Not my poor self ; for unto Thee All praise and glory aye must be. 3 My light, O Christ, Thou call'st to shine, That mine be Thine and Thine be mine ; Lord, keep me low and unrepining ; Let self be lost in Thy sweet shining. 4. My light, lit by Thy nail-marked hand, Shines only as in Thee I stand ; O may no thought of self intrude ! My light let shine, and self exclude. 5 My light, O Lord, yet on me lift Thy Face's light, Thy Love's free gift ; My light, not me, Thou call'st to shine, Not my poor self, but what is Thine. 206. Growth in Grace. " He giveth more grace." St. James iv. 6. ios. r Grace, more and sti'.l more grace, O Saviour mine, That I may know that I am truly Thine ; 94 LOVE IS COLD— JOY AND SORROW. I bless Thee Thou hast eas'd me of Sin's smart, But "more, still more" — I seek a holy heart. 2 Grace, more and still more grace ; Lord, I would be, — Since Thou hast promis'd it — made like to Thee ; Break my "remaining' sin," in gentle might, That knowing, I may also do, the right. 3 Grace, more and still more grace, my God, as I Still bring Thee empty cups for fresh supply ; Fill me — still heavenward borne upon Thy wings — • With Thine Own "perfect peace" that soars and sings. 4 Grace, more and still more grace, that I may run, Not merely walk ; and aye press daunt- less on ; Keeping Thee still, O Christ, before mine eye, Until my life reflect Thy life on high. 207. Love is Cold. St. Matthew xxiv. 12. ios. i Alas! O Lord, my love 'gainst Thine is cold, As tho' my heart were now aneath the mould ; I know, I see, how all to Thee I owe, But my thin flame is choked: O make it glow ! 2 In momentary gleams I seem to burn, As on The Crucified my eyes I turn ; I cast myself in passion on my knees, But — I must own it — soon my poor words freeze. 3 This " sin remaining," how it doth control The yearnings of my Spirit-touched soul! Thou Who knovvest all, break now its spell; Possess Thee, Lord, of my heart's citadel! 4 The life of Thy life put Thou in my breast; Give me the restfulness of Thine own rest; Whatever chills, or chains, or drags me down, Remove, O Christ, — to all I guilty own. 5 Alas! O Lord, my love 'gainst Thine is cold, As tho' my heart were now aneath the mould ; 1 know, I see, how all to Thee I owe; But my thin flame is chok'd: O make it glow ! 208. J OY IN Sorrow. " Clear shining after rain." — 2 Samuel xxiii. 4. 7s. 1 Troi'ble comes; but trouble goes; This the blest Believer knows, Even on a bed of pain: There s clear shining after rain. 2 Whatsoe'er to us it send, Longest day comes to an end; Faith supports to bear the strain; There's clear shining after rain. 3 Cloud up-pil'd on cloud, Night mars, Yet thro' them doth gleam the stars, Prophesying Morn again; There's clear shining after rain. 4 Hope's bright rainbow spans our fears; His great Promise dries our tears; His sweet Mercy clears the stain: There's clear shining after rain. 5 Cag'd tho' bird be, yet it sings ; And the mown grass once more springs; Wounds will heal, though scar remain: There's clear shining after rain. 6 Losses oft are hard to bear, Filling hearts with carking care; But they sometimes turn to gain: There's clear shining after rain. HEART SURRENDER— ANGELIC MINISTRY. 95 7 Friends prove false, but friends prove true; Who either of these ne'er knew? Heart, be brave ! be steady brain! There's clear shining after rain. 8 Crosses, Lord, on us have prest; But this thought won us sweet rest; Ev'ry cross on Thee has lain: There's clear shining after rain. g Let us then still onward press ! Through the dreariest wilderness ; Singing for our sweet refrain : 'There's clear shining after rain. 209. Heart-Surrender. Prov.xxiii.26. 6s. i " My son, give Me thine heart : " My God ! how good Thou art To ask this heart of mine, That Thou may'st make it Thine. 2 Hard, cold, ill-yielding thing, My heart to Thee I bring ; Thou hast the skill alone To change a heart of stone. 3 Lord, when I look within, I see scarce aught but sin ; Through grace, I sin abjure ; Lord, make and keep me pure ! 4 Poor, weak and wavering, Help me to Thee to cling ; That sharer of Thy strength Full height I gain at length. 5 Lord, still the World allures, Yea, oft my heart secures ; Lord, wilt thou break its power? Guarding in evil hour. 6 The " life of God " bestow ; In holiness to grow ; Possessing and possessed, With Thine in Thee to rest. 7 " My son, give Me thins heart ; " My God, how good Tht u art To ask this heart of mine That Thou may'st make it Thine. 210. Pleading. Lorn. v. 8; 1 Tim. i. 15. 6.4.6.4.4. 1 Lord, others Thou hast sav'd, Save me ! save me ! Lord, others as enslav'd Thou hast set free ; Free me ! free me ! 2 Lord, others by Thy grace Have " the new heart ; " Lord, lift on me Thy face, This gift impart ! Thou gracious art. 3 Lord, others daily grow Like unto Thee ; Lord, grant me this to show ; Thee ever see Near me ! near me ! 4 Lord, others know Thy rest Thy " perfect peace ; " Lord, take this tossing breast, Cause fear to cease In sweet release. 5 Lord, others "walk by faith," Thus would I walk; Command Thou that " He saith May all doubts baulk. So shall I be For aye with Thee. 211. Angelic Ministry. Hebrews i. 14; and St. Luke xv. 7. 1 Let God The Spirit anoint my eyes, A-flame are seen the azure skies W th seraphim and cherubim — Who noon diy's utmest blaze bedim; O.i wings of whiteness, lo! they fly Twixt our dark world and fields on high; Heirs of salvation bringing home To gain the joyous welcome, " Come.'j 2 There is a glory on the grass As tho' angelic feet did pass ; There is a splendour 'midst the trees As he sees who the unseen sees; 96 THE ONE TALENT IMPROVED— THE UNRENEWED HEART. Amongst the hollows of the hills A hush of awe as all else stills; God! Thy Spirit on me lies, Lifting; me up in ecstasies. 3 Ye holy angels ministrant, Why is it now ye will not grant, E'en unto Faith and Hope and Love, Your seal of silence to remove? Speaking as once ye used to speak To weary hearts and like to break; Glad tidings of glad souls set free That e'en in glory fresh joy see. 4 Where'er I see a little child, 1 know ye there, ye undefil'd; To guide, to guard, to bless, to keep, With love that knows not how to sleep; And wheresoe'er a sinner turns And for the sinners' Saviour burns : But O to catch a whisper'd word That not in vain I serve the Lord. 5 O idle yearning thus to grieve, Our part, as servants to believe; To labour and still labour on Spreading the great Redemption; In faith, that unto us is given Abundantly to people Heav'n; That souls by day, by night repent, And angels still their names present. 212. The One Talent Improved. 1 ' Unto one He gave five talents, to another two, and to another one." — St, Matthew xxv. 15. 4.4.8.4.4.8.4.4.8. 1 I may not preach; I cannot teach; I dare not face the public gaze ; Hut I rejoice I have a voice, With which I can my Saviour praise : O this be mine, By grace divine, To SING to some frail child of Thine. 2 The talents ten Are now, as then, Entrusted but to very few : O may the one Be not as none — ■ To what I have may I be true. O this be mine, By grace divine, To SING to some frail child of Thine. 3 Help me, dear Lord, To plead Thy word ; To visit 'mongst Thy sick and poor ; And when to pray Barr'd is my way, The grace of song upon me pour : O this be mine, By grace divine, To sing to some frail child of Thine. 213. The Unrenewed Heart. Jer xvii. 9. 1 Ah ! it is not mere conceitful To pronounce the heart "deceitful ;" Nor may any wax irate At the seer's word " desperate; " All must own the poignant word Given by Jehovah Lord ! 2 Having, Lord, just such a heart, Lo ! Thy quick'ning gracious art, It h%s changed from a hard stone, Grin'aing still itself alone ; Into a soft heart of flesh ; Soft untying every mesh. 3 How this heart of mine deceiv'd ! How this heart of mine me griev'd ! Rocked to-day to " perfect peace " By eve sad and ill at ease ; And to-morrow burning, panting, Still all, all of evil wanting. 4 Never was there guile so deep ! Hard? Aye, such as made me weep ; Weak ? As to the flint the tinder ; Cold ? Yes as quenched cinder ; AFTER A LONG ILLNESS— WEARINESS. 97 Native heart ? Who can it know ? Native heart ? Who can it shew ? 5 " I the Lord, I search the heart ;" Thus Thou answ'rest, and Thy part, O, how gentle, Lord, it is ! Leading on from bale to bliss ; Thou Thy word to me did'st bring, And now, Lord, I joyous sing-. 6 Repeat St. 1. 214. After a Long Illness. 8s. Psalms ix. 13/ xxiii. 4; and Ixxxix. 48. 1 O Lord my God! by Thy good Hand Once more within Thy House I stand; Lord, Thou dost fill my mouth with praise, For Thou art lengthening out my days. 2 Brought back by Thee from Death's dark I my reprieve would celebrate ; [gate Spar'd, O my God, I here and now Grateful, adoring, pay my vow. 3 Through the long day and longer night, Sickness did lay on me its blight ; My heart grew weak, wilder'd my brain — Ah! Languor edg'd with sharpest pain. 4 With the Eternal face to face, Methought I saw Death's iron mace; By Thy great love I felt no fear, Why, Lord? I knew Thee to be near. 5 Thou spakest the still-sparing word, Then felt by me, tho' all unheard; And now in this Thy holy House, Wilt Thou me, O my God, espouse? 6 Repeat St. 1. 215. Little Faith. " ye of W lie faith:' — St. Matthew viii. 26. 6.4. 1 YE of little faith : This still The Master saith; Saith it to you and me In His sweet clemency; Seeking that we be strong And break forth into song: Loyd, we believe. 2 ye of little faith : Lord, let us feel Thy breath! That seed which Thou hast sown May not abide alone, But spring up, blade and ear, As Harvest draweth near : Lord, we believe. 3 O ye of little faith : This Thou might'st say in wrath ; But 'tis a gentle word Of Thine, our patient Lord ; That 'neath Thy Spirit's hand In firmer faith we stand. Lord, we believe. 4 O ye of little faith : Ah " little ! " Almost death ; Lord, for Thine Own Name's sake Be pleas'd all souls to shake ; That leaning on Thy strength, We strong shall be at length ; Lord, 7id;but not alone, for Thou wast there. 5O Saviour! Praise for Thy magnanimous grace, That thus me follow'd to my hiding-place ; I had forsaken Thee, yet was Thy child, Nor would'st Thou of Thy lost one be beguil'd. 6 Wild words of anguish from my parched lips broke ; An at heist's heart invited vengeful stroke; Thou heardest all, audmightest me have Thou heardest all but only all to blot, [smote; 7Thousound'st thedeepsofabewilder'd soul When all Thy billows over it do roll ; And still rememb'rcst Thy forsaken pang, When Thou 'neath blank skies on Thy Cross didst hang. 8Thou gavest me the " Cupof Consolation," When I was left in utter desolation ; Alone, upon the gaunt peak of Despair I stood ; but not alone, for Thou wast there. 248. The Rod that Bidded and Blossomed. Numbers xvii. 8s. 1 Far back of God's own Israel, The Word of God doth to us tell How Aaron's rod, that was a wand, Budded and blossomed in his hand ; For God a great word had spoken, And seal'd its truth by this token. 2 O Lord my God, Thou changest not, Nor deed of kindness e'er doth blot : I, too, through Thy so tender ruth Have come to know this precious truth ; Thy heaviest rod upon me laid, To bud and blossom Thou hast made. 3 ' Thy rod and staff they comfort me' : 'Tis David's sweetest melody ; O Lord, I would catch up his song ! Affliction ne'er has done me wrong ; For still Thy rod like growing thing, Fragrance and fruit from Thee did bring. 4 I bless Thee, Lord, that I can say That light has come in darkest day ; Sickness and grief transfigured, Made me of my cross unafraid : Praise be to Thee, "my Lord, my God." Thou sanctifiest every ROD. 249. Rooted by the River. (Written by the Wells of Elim.) Psalm i. 39. Jerem. xvii. 6'. 6s. 1 Trees rooted by a river Their fresh leaf fadeth never ; Tho' sere and parch'd the earth In long and rainless dearth ; They put forth " living green " Affording welcome screen. ' 2 Great Gardener ! look on me ! I would be such a tree ; Rooted by gleaming river That flows, still floweth ever ; Nursed by Thy Spirit's breath ; Redeemed by Thy Death. I 12 WE ARE TIRED, MY HEART AND I. 3 Sometimes we see an oak Blasted by lightning - ' s stroke ; It stands a spectral thing, Tho' 'tis life-breathing Spring : Forbid such oak should be Symbol of mine, or me. 4 Thy gracious word fulfil ! Work in me by Thy Will ; Rooted in Thee, to grow Where " living waters " flow ; And so with fruit abound Ev'n in Earth's sterile ground. 250. "We are Tired, my Heart and I.' 1 Mrs. E. B. Browning. Galatians vi. g and 2 Thcssalonians Hi. 13. 7s. 1 Long the way by which I hie ; Flags my spirit wearily ; Let Thy gracious Hand me grasp ; Let my trembling hand Thine clasp ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 2 Faith, once full, has ebbed away ; Hope, once bright, has turned to gray; Love, once warm, alas ! is chilled ; 1 1 (.'art of peace, with tremor filled ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 3 Might, seems winning 'gainst the right ; Darkness, gaining on the light ; Falsehood, putting down the Truth : Heartlcssness, loud mocking Ruth ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 4 Fools, still heaping up their wealth ; Toilers, not e'en given health; Wickedness, o'erpowering good ; And all this spite of Thy Rood ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 5 Dread, that God himself is dead, And by Evil conquered ; Life, o'er-ruled by circumstance ; Destiny, a thing of chance ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 6 Living Christ, anoint mine eyes, Let not these things me surprise ; All events Thou dost foreknow ; Sure slow conquest Thou dost shew ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 7 Thy reign cometh, like the tide, Ebbing, flowing, yet still wide ; As it widens o'er the world Sin shall from its seat be hurl'd ; We are tir'd, my heart and I : Ah ! But Jesus Thou art nigh. 251. Sons and Daughters of God. " Now are we the sons of God" . 1. John Hi. -'. ( Cf. 2 Corinthians iv. ij-iS. ) js. 1 Now are we the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad ; Sons of God in Jesus Christ ; Sons of God, by love unprie'd ; Slaves of sin but now set free, Giv'n His " glorious liberty" ; Now are we the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad. 2 Now are we the sons of Gods : Spread the tidings far abroad; Sons and heirs, — joint-heirs with Him, Far far above ev'n seraphim ; Blessed Saviour ! grace impart That we yield up our whole heart ; Now are we the sons of God : Let us sing along the road. 3 Now are we the sons of God: Spread the tidings far abroad; Here on Earth we may be poor, But our treasure yet is sure; Here we may contemned be, But are one in royalty ; IN THE FAR COUNTRY BY THE SWINE-TROUGHS "3 xVo7t< are 7vc the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad. 4 Noii> are we the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad ; Christ in us and we in Christ, By His ever-holy tryst ; Now it doth not yet appear; Yonder all shall be made clear : Now are we the sons of God : Heaven is our prepar'd abode. 5 Noii' are we the sons of God: Spread the tidings far abroad, " Abba Father" ! be our song As we, joyous, move along ; Liker to Him daily grow, Shewing what to Him we owe ; Now are we the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad. 6 Now are we the sons of God: Spread the tidings far abroad ; Help us, Lord, Thee still to serve, Never from Thy paths to swerve ; Help by thought and word and deed, To commend Thy " holy seed " ; Now are we the sons of God : Soon to lay down Sin's sad load. 7 New are we the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad ; Face to face we shall abide, In Thy likness satisfied ; Knowing e'en as we are known ; Manifested as Thine Own ; Now are we the sons of God : Spread the tidings far abroad. 252. In the Far Country by the Swine-Trou.ghs. 7s. " . able to save to the uttermost." Heb.vii.Jj. i God, against Thee I have striven, Hanging as 'twixt hell and heav'n; Conscious of Sin's driving stress ; Conscious of my wilfulness ; Conscious that, though knowing good, I the paths of ill pursued : Sinners' Saviour, hear my cry, Look Thou on my misery. 2 Piling' d to-day in stinging grief, Morn brings frivolous relief; Climbing mountains of Despair, Breathing atheist's thinnest air ; Then, a rush — I bear my load Unto Thee, Incarnate God : Sinners' Saviour, hear my cry, Look Thou on my misery. 3 Shudd'ring as temptation nears, — Lusts of flesh, that conscience sears ; Ne'ertheless again I'm bound, And by swine-troughs I am found, Gored by Mem'ry's awful tusks, Reft of even this World's husks : Sinner's Saviour, hear my cry, Look Thou on my misery, 4 Tainted in my very blood, I betake me to Thy Rood ; God, Thou know'st my poignant fears ! God, Thou see'st my seething tears ! Now delaying, now repenting, Now heart-callous, now relenting; Sinners' Saviour, hear my cry, Look Thou on my misery. 5 God, behold me very weary, And my days forlorn and dreary ; Wilt Thou hear as I still turn ? Must Thy wrath for ever burn ? God, O God, a castaway, May I dare to pray to Thee ? Sinners' Saviour, hear my cry, Look Thou on my misery. 6 See my struggles! O how vain! Fast bound round as by a chain; See me set on fire of Hell; ii4 THE UPLIFTED SERPENT— LITANY. Conscience tolls her portent bell, But Thy Blood the flames can quench, And my soul from ruin wrench : Sinners' Saviour, hear my cry, Look Thou on my misery. 253- The Uplifted Serpent. Numbers xxi. j..(j ; St. John, Hi., i-f. 8s. i "The People "all a-dying- lay, To fiery serpents a swift prey ; But lo ! the serpent on the pole To all proclaims, " Look and be whole ! " ' Whoe'er," the all-embracing word, And Thou to it stoodst true, O Lord! 2 Here one might crouch at the pole's foot — Where as palm shaft tall it did shoot ; The " look " straight up, or from far rim, The pole and serpent small and dim ; Or near or far, or young or old, Life for a look, of all was told. 3 The poison' d blood now ebb'd no more, But sure heal'd, flow'd strong as before; Eye glazing, flash'd like ashen lamp; Pallid brow lost its clammy damp; " Whoe'er," the all-embracing word, And Thou to it stoodst true, O Lord ! 4 Lo ! dying mother, dying child, Each other clasp' d in anguish wild ; Up-looking trustful to the pole Again the red life-stream doth roll ; And feeble Age by Faith's strong "look," No longer pain'd by weakness shook. 5 O joy to read the story true, That no one look'd yet died in view ; But grander the uplifted Rood, All crimson'd with the priceless blood : " Whoe'er,' the all-embracing word, And Thou to it standst true, O Lord. 6 Beyond the Plain and Israel, A fuller Gospel we've to tell ; Life for a look to EVERY one, By the great work on Calv'ry done ; Life for a look — denial never ; Life for a look —assured ever. 7 Rejoice, rejoice, O all the Earth ; And break forth now with holy mirth ; The serpent old death-wounded now, The Cross of Jesus struck the blow; " Whoe'er," the all-embracing word, And Thou to it standst true, O Lord ! 254. Litany. St Matt. Hi. i.6. 8s. i O Lord, I hear the Baptist's cry, " Repent ! The kingdom cometh nigh;' I catch it up ; nor would I seek To thrust it from me, or to wreak On olden Scribe or Pharisee, The symbol'd woes of axe and tree. 2 Before Thee, Lord, I bow my head; Accept ev'n all the Baptist said; His loudest call, " Repent ! Repent!" I feel as unto me 'twas sent; O the long patience of my God! And doom st.ll lingering on the road. 3 Alas! O Lord, my penitence Still follow'd is by fresh offence ; Unfruitful is my life of good, Tho' crimson'd by Thy sacred blood; for a sharper sense of sin ! And high resolve the fight to win. 4 Thy Spirit, Lord, in me abide, That I keep closer by Thy side ; Or send me Thy sweet chastisement, That lowlily I may " Repent"; 1 own, O God, my negligence, I cast me on Thy love immense. 5 O, Lord, I hear the Baptist's cry " Repent! The kingdom cometh nigh!" PENITENCE -THE PENITENT. 1 1 I catch it up, nor 'vould I seek To thrust it frcm me, or to wreak On olden Scribe or Pharisee, The symboi'd woes of axe and tree. 255. Penitence. 9.9.8.8 " Pricked to lite, heart..'" — Acts of the Avontlcs, a. 77. «' Cut to the heart." —Acts of the Apostlcsvii 5^. 1 Prick' d to the heart : Lord, I would borrow These blessed 'words to tell my sorrow; Responsive to Thy Spirit's touch, I would to Thee my guilt avouch. 2 Cut to the heart: but savingly ; Melted — not madden'd — tremblingly ; Cut to the heart : like them of old, Hut with a different meaning told. 3 Prick' d to /lie heart : as by an arrow Shot through and through unto the mar- Lord my God, to Thee I turn ; [row; Heal Thou, that I no longer mourn. 4 Cut to the heart: by Thy love's token, Thy heart, for me, on Calvary broken; Forgiving mercy, healing grace, 1 magnify with beaming face. 5 Prick' d to the heart : yet Lord, believing Thou workest in my keenest grieving ; I place myself before Thee now, Uplifting an unfearing brow. 6 Cut to the heart : but interblending Strange happiness, from Thee descending; gracious Saviour, hear my cry, 1 live in Thee, for Thou didst die. 7 Prick'd to the heart : Owords of brightness! Prelusive of the blood-wash'd whiteness; Give, Lord, Thy Pentecostal dower, Make me a trophy of Thy power. 8 Cut to the heart : Lord, I would borrow, The changed words to sing my sorrow ; My guilt I know, I mourn, I own, Let Thy blood shed for me atone ! 256. The Penitent. " 1 will arise and go to my father."— -St. St. Luke cxv. 18. 1 e turn, Whilst walking with sore heart, And naught will ease impart. 6 Blessed are they that mourn : Thou hast, Lord, all grief borne ; Thy secret let us know ; Thy restfulness bestow. 7 Blessed are they that mourn : Even when most forlorn ; Thou, Lord, mak'st light arise, With strange and sweet surprise. 8 Blessed are they that mourn: Weak, weary-soul'd, and worn ; As it needs darkest night, To shew stars' golden light. 9 Blessed are they that mourn : Thou wilt not humblest spurn ; To Thine hast thou not said, Ye shall be comforted. 122 f>IG\ITY OF THE BODY— LIFE IS THE DAY OF GRACE. 269. Dignity of the Body. i Corinthians Hi. 16-17 >' Hebrews it. 16. " We leave our body behind ; that is done •with. Bat ive will not leave it behind with- out thanking God for the use of it. Touch it tendery ; put it away carefully ; its work is done." — T. T. Lynch. 1 My Lord, this mortal flesh I see, Thy vesture was, as 'tis to me ; Thou, too, wast born a human child, But "holy, harmless, undefiled "; Laud for the record meets my eye, Uplifting - flesh to dignity; Yea, touching' as with Heav'n's own light And a splendour infinite. 2 Alas ! O Jesus, I oft find This 'flesh' o'ermastering my 'mind'; Alas ! hard oft the fight I wage Against its fierce tempestuous rage; Thou sinless One, me sinful see : Compassionate my misery. Wilt Thine own purity impart ? Wilt give to me the gracious heart? 3 I dare not mortal flesh malign : 'Tis sacred e'er since it was Thine ; But, Lord, I yearn to have expell'd This sin by which I'm captive held ; Take Thou my sin, O Christ, for me ; My body consecrate to Thee ; A temple by Thy grace made meet, Traversed of Thy holy feet. 4 Th's body *' wonderfully " made, Still needs Thy gracious Spirit's aid ; That following Thee, The Crucified, I may be wholly sanctified : Bind soul and body into one In a most perfect union ; That I may shew in mortal clay The " glorious body " of that day ! 270. Compunction not Conversion. Eseki.'J, xi. 19 ; Zech. vii. 12 : Rom. vii. 9. (Composed in the Quarry above Penmaen- mawr, A T . Wales. ) 1 When I look npon this stone, Tremors in my heart I own : For though now the stone's so hard As my heaviest blows to ward ; Once in ages distant far, Molten 'twas in fiery war : Bethink thee, soul, As bell did knoll. 2 Wrath of God may smite, amaze, Kindling conscience to a blaze ; Bowing in despairing fear, Fetching moan and scalding tear; But the heart that has not died Harder grows, unsanctified : Bethink thee, soul, As bell did knoll. 3 Heart of mine 'neath His great touch, Faith in Christ thou did'st avouch ; Thou did'st see His love, and melt, His forgiving mercy felt ; Is " first love " now on the wane? Art thou growing hard again ? Bethink thee, soul, As bell did knoll. 271. Life is the Day of Grace. 6s. ". . . and the door was shut."- St. Matt. XXV. 10. 1 Life is the day of grace : Our lives they fleet apace ! O souls immortal wake : Your all, your all's at stake ; Christ standeth at your gate, Not yet " too late ! too late ! " THE SPENT BOTTLE AND THE WELL REVEALED. * 123 2 Life is the day of grace: O haste ye, ha: t : your pace; Behold He calleth now, Long'-lingering and slow ; Still patient He, to win, You — you to enter in. 3 Life is the day of grace : Death ccmes with iron mace ; While yet ye live, take heed ; See, see The Victim bleed! And hark ! the Gospel call, Salvation free to all. 4 Life is the day of grace : Up ! Strive to win the race ! Lo ! Grace and Truth have come; Turn, listen, be not dumb; Sweet is their voice and clear: Oh! e'er it passes hear! 5 Life is the day of grace : Your downward steps retrace ; While yet the Word appeals; While yet the Spirit seals ; Awake ! awake! to-day, Oh! hazard not delay! 6 Life is the day of grace : Lift up a pleading face ; Your Eather sees you there, Sin-laden howsoe'er; Oh! cry a sinner's cry ! Why soils, why will ye die? 7 Life is the day of grace : Think not Past to efface; While yet 'tis call'd to-day Up — up to Him! away Eternity is near, Oh ! hear the Saviour, hear! S Life is the day of grace : Our lives they fleet apace; O souls immortal wake! Your all, your all's at stake ; Christ standeth at your gate, Not yet "too late! too late'." 272. The Spent Bottle and the well Revealed. Genesis xxi. 14-19. 1 os. 1 Her bottlespent, the Well came into view: E'en so, O Lord, Thy People find it true; Cast out, sin-laden, in the Wilderness, Thoucomest near and pitiest our distress. 2 O Saviour, see my bottle too is spent ! Vain human help; be to my moan attent ! My lonely wretchedness how can I tell ? Lord, anoint my eyes, shew me the Well! 3 Long, long alas ! I've wandered far from And now lie helpless in my misery; [Thee, 1 have no strength ; just as I am 1 come; Do what Thou wilt, before Thee I am dumb. 4 O Saviour, haste to answer my faint prayer! [spare; Grace hast Thou e'en for me enough to Wearv and worn beneath Sin's luring spell, [Well! I turn, return : O Christ, shew me the 5 Praise to Thy grace, Lord, Thou my cry hast heard ; [word ; Praise for free mercy, Thou hast sent the Hast drawn me back, hast touch'd me by Thy Spirit ; [merit. And now in Him, I plead my Saviour's 6 Alas ! I dread I still may "turn aside ;" O keep me, Jesus, that I ne'er backslide ! Grant that I may near Thee for ever dwell ; [Well. And when my bottle's spent, shew me the [24 THERE'S A BRIGHT SIDE TO DARKEST THIXGS. 273. There's a Bright Side to Darkest Things. " A'ow men see not the bright tight that is in the clouds ; but. . ." — Job xxvii. 21. 1 OS. 1 O trolbled soul ! Take thou whate'er is sent ; 'Tis by thy Heav'nly Eather kindly meant ; A bright side thou may' st see in darkest things. O look Thou through the mists that veil the sky ; The light is there to break forth by-and- bye ; Mount up, my soul, upon Faith's shining' wings. 2 O'erladen heart ! Cnc heart still knoweth thine ; Think not " He careth not ;" fret not nor pine ; A brigh t side thou may st see in darkest times. Tell thou to Him confidingly thy care ; Have no concealments ; to reveal all, dare ; He strongest is who the most closely clings. 3 O lonely spirit ! All thou lov'd'st now gone ; No more than He was, art thou left alcnc; A bright side thou may st see in darkest things. The Christ knows all about thee, and will Rive His company, by sweet prerogative : O try thou this ! the mcst sure peace it brings. 4 Conscience accusing lifts its burning eye: Ah! But His precious blood will pacify; A bright side thou may st see in darkest things. Place thy old sins and new thy God before And thou shalt hear His "Go! and sin no more !" Tho' grass be mown sec how it quickly springs. 274. The Future. Deut. xxix. 29. 7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7. 1 I have wept, yet would not rail That thou Future wear'st a veil ; That thou silent art, nor e'er Answer gives to wildest praver — E'en of Faith driven to despair ; Finger plac'd on thy shut lips, That refuse Apocalypse. 2 Near to us as Yesterday, Still thou holdest us at bay, Lifting up thy veiled face, That no feature we can trace ; Dumb even to Love's embrace ; To-morrow still dost delay, Till it bounds on us To-DAY. 3 Lord of life and Lord of Time, In thy onward march sublime, Thou the Past and Future holdest; Or Thou hidest or unfoldest, Action and event all mouldest ; Secrets clear disrob'd to Thee — Better, Lord, than unto me. 4 Grant to me the " walk of Faith," Ever trustful of " He saith "; Still thro' all Thy voice to hear, Feeling Thee to be aye near, Ready, lo ! to hush our fear ; Let no doubts o'er me prevail: FUTURE ! Ever wear thv veil. AIMLESSNESS-LONGINGS. 3. AlMLESSNESS. Phil. Hi. I-f. 6s. i Ah, Lord, how aimlessly Day after day goes by! And yet Thou call'st for thought And service finely wrought; Host bid us each awake And for Thee some post take; Shewing thro' op'nings rife, Work is the salt of life. 2 Ah, Lord, how aimlessly Day after day goes by. O quicken me to serve! O grant me will and nerve ! That by Thy grace e'en " driven " Some task of love be given; Finding 'midst petty strife Work is the salt of life. 3 Ah, Lord, how aimlessly Day after day goes by. And yet Thou call'st for thought And service finely wrought ; Dost bid us each awake, And for Thee some post take ; Shewing thro' op'nings rife, Work is the salt of life. 4 Ah, Lord, how aimlessly Day after day goes by. Tho' by Thy love embrae'd, Tho' by Thy Spirit graced ; Alas ! I show no shoot ! Alas ! I bear no fruit ! Forth with Thy pruning knife ! Work is the salt of life. 5 Ah, Lord, how aimlessly Day after day goes by ! The air is full of calls, But ah ! how vainly falls The summons on my ear. O rouse me, Lord, to hear ! Melt me with Thine Own grief; Work is the salt of life. 6 Ah, Lord, how aimlessly Day after day goes by ! And yet Thou call'st for thought And service finely wrought ; Dost bid us each awake And find some post to take ; Shewing thro' op'nings rife, Work is the salt of lij c. 276. Longing. 2 Peter Hi. 14-15- 1 How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song That holy men of old With burning lips foretold ! — Earth filled with Thy glory Won by " the old, old story ": How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song! 2 How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song, Of man no more beguil'd, By Thy love reconcil'd ; The crimson cross supreme, Prov'd mighty to redeem : How long, O Lord, how long, Until shall burst the song ! 3 How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song ! The throne of Evil shattered, The hosts of hell all scattered, Heav'n on Earth begun, Thy will by all men done : How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song ! 4 How long, O Lord, how long, Until shall burst the song ? That all who love the Lord Are walking in accord ; No jealousy, no hate, All in love consecrate ; How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song! 126 FRETTING— FEAR CAST OUT BY LOVE 5 How long-, O Lord, how long' Until shall burst the song ! Hear our united cry ! Hear, hear our plaintive sigh ! Fulfil Thy promise spoken ; Let not Thy word be broken ; Redeem'd, make good Thy claim; Take Earth in Thy Great Name : How long, O Lord, how long Until shall burst the song! 277. Fretting. 8s. ''Fret not in any wise." — Psalm xxxvii 8. i Save mf, my God, from Fretting : Sin of sins the most besetting ; Make me know Thou livest still ; To Thine Own ne'er meanest ill. 2 Save me, my God, from Fretting, Sin all other sins begetting ; Grant that I may understand All is 'neath Thy ruling hand. 3 Save me, I) my God, from Fretting; From all thankless, vain regretting ; By Thy grace help me to see That 1 hou ord'rest life for me. 4 Save me, my God, from Fretting ; Subtle weaver of Sin's netting ; Others may be great, I low, Grace give to Thy Will to bow. 5 Save me, my God, from Fretting ; Ne'er to World myself indebting ; Others may be rich, I poor, Riches true I would prize more. 6 Save me, my God, from Fretting, Murmuring and envy whetting ; Others may be strong, I weak, Thy strength, Lord, I humbly seek. 7 Save mc, my God, from Fretting, Still ungracious thoughts abetting; Others bright perchance, I dark, To Thy sweet voice let me hark. 8 Save me, my God. from. Fretting, On Earth's gifts false virtues setting ; L T nto Thee I lift my eye, Ever know Thee, Lord, me nigh. 278. Fear cast out by Love. 6s i John iv. iS ; 2 Cor. vii. i. 1 Freed from all Fear by Love, Lord ! still within me move ; That I may ever know The flame that now doth glow ; But, Lord, more grace impart To fill my narrow heart ; This JOY unto me giv'n Too much on this side Heav'n. 2 I walk'd in doubt and dread, As thro' vast terrors led ; Above — beneath — around Nothing but darkness found ; But, lo ! upon my eyes Burst in a strange surprise — Thy Cross, upliited high On dark-bright Calvary ! 3 O Lord, I do not boast, Taught of the Holv Ghost ; All— all to Thee I owe That I enfranchis'd go: That I, as little child, No more by foes beguil'd, Laid me upon Thy breast, And there found rest — found rest. 4 Before Thee, Lord, I fall; Upon Thee, Lord, I call ; I know not why that I Enjoy this ecstacy ; Worthjess — more worthless none, Out of my heart of stone ; Lo ! Thou in me dost show Thy Grace's overflow. 5 O who need longer fear? Who, not to Thee draw near? When such-an-one as I Thy pewer exemplify ; PROGRESS AND FIDELITY CRADLE-SONGS. '27 And trophy of Thy love Unto the World approve ; O Lord ! I sing — I shout, Let none of Thy grace doubt. 279. Progress and Fidelity. 8.7. Ph Hipp id n s i i i. 12. 1 "In" the Way, Lord, Thy grace guiding, Onward, upward, would we go ; Day by day Thy love providing Armour 'gainst our ev'ry foe. 2 Let us not be found, Lord, standing Idle in the market-place ; With Thine Own redeem'd ones banding — We would "run" the Christian race. 3 Looking unto Thee, Lord, pleading, Where Thou art upon Thy throne; From no service e'er receding, Ev'ry day a something done. 4 Heeding not the World's mad scorning; Seeking more Thy " will" to know ; And, " the way of life " adorning, As Thy pilgrims forward go. 5 Voices right and left assailing, Tempt us still to " turn aside "; But Thy mighty grace prevailing, Keeps us near Thy spear-cleft side. 6 Thy great love our hearts enfolding, " In " the Way may vve be led ; Thy sweet Spirit us upholding ; Patience, dew-like, on us shed. 7 We would "watch and pray,'' expecting Rich fulfilment of Thy Word ; Trusting to Thy great protecting, And distrusting earthly sword. 8 "In" the Way, Lord, Thy grace guiding, Onward, upward would w r e go ; Day by day Thy Love providing Armour 'gainst our ev'ry foe. 280. "On, not This, Anything but This," or Choosing Our Own Cross. 1 " O, not //lis, no/ /his, dear Lord:" Ev'n if Thou make bare Thy Sw r ord, Piercing through and through my breast; Yea. if from me Thou dost wrest All I lave — yet at the blow I'll net murmur, nor say " No ;" " Anything but this- -but this," Thou dost threaten 'midst my bliss. 2 " O, not this, not this, dear Lord :" Plead I Thine Own quiv'ring word — " Pass, if possible, this cup ; " O, my Saviour, I look up ; That dire rod Thou hold'st I know Thou can'st make to bud and blow ; Hear my plaint, Lord, and remove This great terror. Thou art Love. 3 " Oh, not this, not this, dear Lord ; " O forgive my soul's discord ! Thou dost know all my keen anguish As my only child doth languish ; See how my poor heart doth break ; How I in the shadow shake ; Spare my Boy, Lord — good Lcrd, spare; Drive Thou me not to despair. 4. " Anything but /his- but this : " Saviour, Thy stretched hand I kiss ; Lord, hear, answer and forgive If half-madly thus I strive ; O my Boy, my life, my all, Let not this stroke on me fall. Silent, Lord? "Thy will be done;" Did'st Thou spare Thine only Son ? 281. Cradle-Songs. 7s. 2 Timothy i. 5 and Hi. 15. 1 Praise God, for my cradle-songs : That I'm Christ's, to them belongs ; Praise for a dear mother's speech ; I2S THE GARMENT OF PRAISE Look of love that did beseech ; For the atmosphere of prayer Unto which I was born heir. 2 Praise God for my cradle-songs ; That Christ's mine, to them belongs ; Praise for sweet untroubled faith, All she taught me with " He saith "; Praise for words of Holy Child, Still held fast and undefil'd. 3 Praise God, for my cradle songs ; That I've faith, to them belongs ! Praise for " Our Father " I pray'd, Then softly slept, all unafraid ; Praise that with the waking morn, My first words to Christ were borne. 4 Praise God, for my cradle-songs ; That I'VE HOPE, to them belongs ; Praise for child-faith still abiding ; Praise for child-love still confiding ; For child-peace still deep as ever ; For a Saviour fails me never. 5 Praise God for my cradle songs ; That I've love to them belongs ; Praise for child-heart me w.thin, Sensitive to touch of sin ; Praise for rest on holy truth ; Praise that I know His soft ruth. 6 Praise God for my cradle-songs : That I've joy to them belongs; Praise that in my whit'ning age I still turn to the same page ; Praise that truth of morning days Fills my even-tide with praise. 7 Praise God for my cradle songs ; That I've peace to them belongs ; Praise that He still lights my way Leading to Eternal Day ; Praise, if I as little child, Love and serve Him unbeguiled. 232. The Garment of Praise. 8s. Isaiah Ixvi. 2.3. 1 I see around me sadden'd faces, With bow'd down heads, heart-weary paces ; I've felt it all, yet songs I'll raise ; The garment I'll put on of praise. 2 Lo, burden:;, griefs, and troubles come, Yea, trials seem to strike us dumb ; I've felt it all, yet songs I'll raise ; The garment I'll put on of praise. 3 Oft toiling, moiling, sparsely fed, And out into the desert led ; I've felt it all, yet songs I'll raise ; The garment Til put on of praise. 4 My pray'rs not answer'd, or with " No;' Or losses, crosses, blow on blow ; I've felt it all, yet songs I'll raise ; The garment I 11 put on of praise. 5 O ! fiery darts against me hurl'd, By the devil, flesii and world ; I've felt it all, yet songs I'll praise ; The garment ill put on of praise. 6 Wave upon wave, the heart appalling, And Willi no " Fear not" to us calling ; I've felt it all, yet songs I'll raise ; The garment Til put on of praise. 7TI1011, O my Christ, our way hast known; When alone we are not alone ; I've felt it all, and songs I'll raise ; The garment I'll put on of praise. 8 Help Thou, Lord, help to hold the fort ; Tho' sharp the fight, it will be short ; I've felt it all, so songs I'll raise ; The garment I'll put on of praise. PRAISE --MORNING HYMN OF PRAISE. J-0 283. Praise. 7.6. " Whoso offereth praise glorifieth Me." Psalm I. 23. 1 O Lord pur God, we trust Thee, And we will sing Thy praise ; S:n-stained at best it must be Each note our voices raise ; But Thou hast us invited When to Thy courts we throng- ; With lips and hearts united, To break forth into song. 2 We know Heav'n's praise excelleth; For pure alone are there ; We know the " new song-" telleth Redeem' d no longer err ; Yet, Lord, the songs of Glory Forbid not songs of Earth ; For still " the old old story " Doth fill our mouths with mirth. 3 O hear our invocation ! That holier we may be ; O give us consecration Of ev'ry faculty ; That body, soul, and spirit, All vocal by Thy grace ; We may, by Jesus' merit, Be made 'Thy dwelling-place. 4 Thus, thus as Pilgrims lowly, We'll go from strength to strength; Till in Thy City holy, We each appear at length ; Full well it us becometh To sing thro' all the way ; For blessings each life summeth, And for Eternal Day. 284. Morning Hymn ok Praise. 8s. *" On Thee do I wait all the day.'' Psal/n xxv. 5. 1 O Lord my God, Thou dost me keep, I wake again from tranquil sleep ; Refresh' d and brierhten'd for the dav, Beneath Thine eyes I go my way ; Less than the least, grant Thou that I May ne'er the Name I bear belie ; God, to Thee mine eyejs I raise ; Accept, for Jesus' sake, my praise. 2 I think of those in pain last night, Toss'd to and fro in weary fight; 1 think of those who rise from bed In hunger, with no "daily bread"; I think of those who godless live Despising their prerogative ; O God, to Thee mine eyes I raise ; Accept, for Jesus' sake, my praise. 3 I know not what this day may bring: It may be honey, may be sting ; Bui sweet, or sharp, or joy or woe, Thy Love and Wisdom will it so; The cup Thou mixest, 1 will drink Nor from Thy bitterest potion shrink; O God, to Thee mine eyes I raise ; Accept, for Jesus' sake, my praise. 4 Tempted my God, to Thee I'll turn ; O l^t not fiery darts me burn ! And if the World's allurements press Ensnaringly, and with keen stress ; Break Thou their power, anoint mine eyes To see the world above the skies ; O God, to Thee mine eyes I raise ; Accept, for Jesus' sake, my praise. 5 And Lord, grant opportunity To speak for Thee, nor e'er deny ; As each day runs, O let it shine With Thy benignty divine ; So that some small debt I may pay ; Or feel that I have lost a day ; O GOD, to Thee mine eyes I raise ; Accept, for Jesus' sake, my praise. 6 O keep me gentle, make me wise, And let no passion me surprise ; Give me to live persuasively, 130 WITHIN* AND WITHOUT— DARKNESS. Both how to live and how to die ; Forgiving as myself forgiven ; Alluring men to Thy bright Heaven ; O God, to Thee mine eyes I raise ; Accept, for Jesus' sake, my praise. 286. Expedience Sanctified. S.6. 285. Within and Without. 8s "Looking unto Jesus, the author and per- fecter of oar faith. " — Hebrews xii. 2. i O Lord, long long I look'd within, And strove, myself, to conquer sin ; But ah ! too strong was Sin for me, Until I look'd away to Thee. 2 Thy finish'd " work" upon the Rood The purple covering of Thy blood ; Oh! How the vision of it calms [palms. And fills weak hands with conqu'ring 3 Then, O my Saviour, I beheld, As sin's dark current in me swell'd, That Thou alone can'st speak the word That doth deliverance afford. 4 And speak the word Thou dost, and, lo ! Sweet peace and joy together How ! O heart of mine, beyond the vail He lives, Whose power will never fail. 5 My part, Lord, is to look without When urg'd by sin, or toss'd with doubt ; Thine, Thine alone, to look within And " put away" my deepest sin." 6 Give me, Thou Holy One, to know Thy holiness — its peace and glow ; My spirit by Thy Spirit seal, In all I think, and say, and feel. 7 O Lord, long long I look'd within And strove myself to conquer sin : But ah ! Sin was too strong for me Until I look'd away to Thee. "Perfect through suffering." — Hebrews a. i o. i I had not known, O "Man of Sorrows," What sorrows Thou didst bear ; Had I not borne a grief that borrows An accent from Despair. 2 I had not known the richest words Of Thy Word, O my God; If treacheries, that pierce like swords, Had not increased my load. 3 I had not known to sympathise With others in their woe ; Had burning tears not filled my eyes, And made me quivering go. 4 I had not known how to speak peace, To hearts by anguish riven ; Had I not, hopeless, sought release From Thee, O Christ, in Heaven. 5 I had not known, O " Man of Sorrows," What sorrows Thou did'st bear ; Had I not borne a grief that borrows An accent from Despair. 287. Darkness. Isaiah I. 10. " Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil ?" -Psalm xlix. 5. iOS. 1 My "first love's" hopes all fade like flowers 'neath hail ; And e'en the "Bright and Morning Star" grows pale ; Lord my God, compassionate my wail! 2 I thought Thou had'st giv'n me Thy sweet release ; 1 thought I held, by grace, Thy " perfect peace "; [cease ? Must I my name of Christian now sur- 3 Or are these doubtings born of baseless fears Forgetful of Thy sympathy, Thy tears ? And' that Thou art He Who knows all and cheers. SLEEP— GOD'S GIFT— A BRIGHT CHRISTIAN* LV 4 Alas! alas! I walk in darkness now; Alas ! alas ! my love has lost its glow; The peace and joy I know, I do not knov. 5 The groaning-, the faint sigh Thou hearest, Lord; So is it written in Thy Holy Word ; Fulfil it, Lord, to me, and lighi afford. 6 O God ! I hold up pleading hands to Thee! Wilt Thou, O wilt Thou guide and suc- cour me ? Remember, Saviour mine, Gethsemane ! 288. Sleep — God's Gift. 8s. Psalm cxxvii. 2 1 Ot'R thanks we give to Thee, O Lord, For the sweet phrase found in Thy Word; That telleth how Thou givest sleep To Thy beloved ; them dost keep ; Still faithful, O our God, art Thou, As night by night we softly know. 2 Most mighty power, yet in Thy Hand It droppeth on our eyelids bland ; Girds us with Thine omnipotence, Yet with no pressure felt by sense ; Still faithful, O our God, art Thou, As night by night we softly know. 3 Through the dark night Thou watch dost set, Xor lowliest toiler dost forget ; And when the morn illumes the skies Thou tranquilly dost ope our eyes : Still faithful, O our God, art Thou As night by night we softly know 7 ' 4 O Thou Good Shepherd, grant that we, Thus still refresh'd, may wake with Thee; Remembering that we are Thy sheep ; That Thou giv'st Thy beloved sleep ; Still faithful, O our God, art Thou, As night by night we softly know. 5 And if, O Lord, I sleepless lie : O raise my thoughts from earth to sky ; Yea give me, Lord, " songs in the night " To mitigate Time's laggard flight; Still faithful, O our God, art Thov, As night by night we softly know. 289. A Bright Christian. " Whatsoever things are lovely . . good report." — Phillppians iv. 8. 7 s - . and of 1 A BRIGHT Christian I would be ; So to shine, all men shall see ; Free from care by His release ; Fill'd with joy thro' His Own peace. 2 A bright Christian I would be ; Through his "glorious liberty;" Gentle, tender, not austere ; Winning love, not starting fear. 3 A bright Christian I would be : From all gloom by grace set free ; My path like " the shining light " By His gracious oversight. 4 A bright Christian I would be ; Singing with unsinning glee ; Winsome deed and winsome word, Creed and life both in accord. 5 A bright Christian I would be ; Made strong by the bended knee ; Going forth from morn to eve, Drawing others to believe. 6 A bright Christian I would be ; Shewing clear my pedigree ; Heir of Heav'n ; soon to be then-, Grand inheritance to share. 7 A bright Christian I would be ; Not afraid of pleasantry ; Sweet of temper, affable; Thus upon the world to tell. 132 SUNSET LONGINGS— MlZPAH. 8 A bright Christian I would be, So to shine, all men shall see ; Free from care by His release ; Fill'd with joy thro' His Own peace. 290- * Sunset Longings. 8s. Ps. Iv. 6. i While gazing on the setting sun, The evening clouds in splendor spun, With glorious crimson seam'd with gold — Like curtains of God's tent of old; I seem to catch a glimpse of Heaven, Such as to seer of Patmos given ; There comes a stirring in my breast To fly away and be at rest. 2 If mortal skies have beauty rare, That but the outer hangings are ; If all these g-olden stars of light Are candles of our earthly night ; What must "the many mansions" be, Domed by vast eternity ! There comes a stirring in my breast To fly away and be at rest. 3 Lo ! one by one earth's ties are broken ; Of my own end the sure foretoken ; And one by one to Heav'n above Pass up those of our deepest love ; Thus life grows poorer — Heav'n richer ; My Lord, Thou art a tender teacher ! There comes a stirring in my breast To fly away and be at rest. 4 And Thou, O Jesus, Thou ait there, Drawing me upward howsoe'er The stress and strain of this Earth's life Engross thought and compel keen strife ; O lift me up, Lord, more and more, At last Thyself and mine restore : There conies a stirring in my breast To fly away and be at rest. 291. Barrenness. - Peter i. S. 8s. i O GRACIOUS Lord, when Thou did'stgive By Thy Divine prerogative, Warning that men bear fruit for Thee, I bless Thee it was thro' a tree ; Thou mightest choice, O Lord, have made Of ag'd Rabbi, and him dead laid ; But in compassion most benign, Thou gav'st a portent and a sign. 2 Give me, O Lord, to read and mark, And to Thy tender warning hark ; Forbid that I in Thy Church be, As barren as that doom'd fig-tree; For ever useless ! What a doom ! Lord, let it not upon me come ! But graff'd in Thee, the living Vine, To bear " more fruit " each day be mine. 3 O gracious Lord, when Thou did'st give By Thy divine prerogative, Warning that men bear fruit for Thee, I bless Thee it was thro' a tree ; Thou mightest choice, O Lord, have made Of ag'd Rabbi, and him dead laid ; But in compassion most benign, Thou gav'st a portent and a sign. 4 Praise, O Lord, for grace bestow'd, If graces fair in me have shew'd ; For growth as of fair leaf and flower, By Thy good Spirit's quick'ning power ; But fruit, " much fruit," O Lord, I ask, As I 'neath Thy sweet shining bask ; Enrich me as I urge my suit, With nothing less than plenteous fruit. 292. 8.7.8.8. MlZPAH. Genseis xxxi. 44-45. 1 The Lord will watch 'tw>xt »ie and thee : He seeth tho' we do not see ; MlZPAH — the word, the cov'nant-word; May it be ours, O gracious Lord ! TREMBLING— DISCIPLINE. 133 2 The Lord will watch 'twixt me an I thee: As we bow down on bended knee ; When parted, there's one meeting-place: Lord, 'tis Thy mighty throne of grace. 3 The Lord will watch 'twixt m and thee: He seeth tho' we do not see ; Mizpah — the word, the cov'nant-word; May it be ours, O gracious Lord ! 4 The Lord will witch 'twixt me and thee: He loves to mark us thus agree, Still to be true, and still to love ; Still fellow-heirs of Heav'n above. 5 The Lord will wntcli 'twixt me and thee : He seeth tho' we do not set- ; Mizpah — the word, the cov'nant-word ; May it be ours, O gracious Lord ! 6 The Lord will watch 'twixt me and thee : The "living God" our watchword be: That each in thought, and word, and May copy Him for us did bleed, [deed, 7 Th ■ Lord will watch 'twixt me and thee : He seeth tho' we do not see ; Mizpah — the word, the cov'nant-word; May it be ours, O gracious Lord ! 293. Trembling. 7 s. Isaiah Ixvi. 2 ; Kara ix. ^ ; x. 3. 1 I BEHOLD the trembling string As the player forth doth bring Very passion of sweet sounds — Such as deepest speech confounds. And I mark the trembling most When the player's hands are crossed, Up and down in cunning skill, Moving listeners at will : Even so, O gracious Lord, Would I tremble at Thy Word. 2 Shrinking from its purity, Low-abas'd, I trembling lie ; But Thou tak'st me by the hand And o'er me in love dost stand ; Touching "harp of thousand strings," Giving me the Faith that sings, E'en while trembling lowlily ; Thinking of Thee holily : Ah ! 'Tis so, O gracious Lord ; Thus I tremble at Thy Word. 3 O my Saviour ! when I tremble (Thy frail child need not dissemble) Feeling that retreat I must ; I, a simple worm of dust, " Tremble," and am ill at ease ; " Tremble," ay, when on my knees ; " Tremble," e'en in praise and prayer ; " Tremble," Lord, for Thou art there : Ah ! But Thou regardest, Lord, Him who trembles at Thy Word. 294. Discipline. 2 Cor. v. ij.iS. 8s. 1 O MY Lord Christ, I needs must own — As tho' mine still were heart of stone — Sore is the strife, without, within, Thy GRACE entrapp'd, coere'd by Sin : Insidious, subtle, wearing masks That all my utmost effort tasks. z Vain-glory, honours, and earth's treasures, Unsatisfying painted pleasures, I have o'ercome; but, like a flood, Lo! bursting banks, comes seeming GOOD, Most deftly winning my consent As tho' 'twere by the Lord Christ sent. 3 Then follows, Lord, sharp discipline From Thee, O Christ, as I am Thine ; Sweet chastisements me to abase, Ah ! even proud heart to amaze; But humbling, not humiliating : O sweet rest born of perturbating. 4 Help me, O Lord ! that I may seek Thy gracious word unto " the meek ; " Help me to choose " the lower place," If only I may see Thy Face ; Yea, teach me, Lord, to know my nature, And show me lowness of my stature. ij4 IT IS TOWARDS EVENING AND THE DAY IS FAR SPENT— STROKES. 5 To know myself and Thou unknown, Ah ! Lord, should cause me only moan ; But howe'er sinful, Christ I be, Myself full safe in Thee I see; Thus I am kept from blank despair, For I on Thee cast all my care. 6 My God, all guilt and stains remove In plentitude of pard'ning love ; O fill my mouth with wond'ring praise, That hallelujahs I may raise ; Yea unto Thee with glad heart bring Such songs as Thy redeem'd ones sing. 7 Thou askest the impossible, Not that my failure Thou may'st tell , Nay, but to keep me very lowly That I to grace be debtor wholly ; Sav'd not by my own righteousness, But as in mercy Thou dost bless. 8 I'll welcome then "my Lord, my God," Thy heaviest, sharpest, sorest rod ; Tender refusals, sweet delays, Enriching, brightening my days ; Warning regards in gentlest ruth Lest I aside turn from The Truth. 295. It is toward Evening the Day is ear Spent. ios. Si. Luke xxiv. sg. '■' In a little while tin- dying; Saint turned round, and pressing tin' hand of a Lain- attendant, muttered, " Advesperasoit, et melinata est jam die-." They were the last words lie spake, save that the Name of' Jesus hung awhile upon the lips that had so often lovingly named it, and which would next be opened to take part in the Son- of the Lamb."— Lear's " Life of S Francis de Sales," c. viii. p. 265 (1871). i " It is toward ev'ning, the day far spent " .• O, soft and sweol words from the Gospel sent ; They drew Thee, Lord Jesus, to be their guest, Who spoke them to Thee, and on Thee did rest. 2 " It is toward evening, the day far spent " : We plead it to-day — our Faith with Hope blent ; Come Thou in, and with us, dear Lord, abide ; Thou still lov'st us though Thou be glorified. 3 " It is toward evening, the day fat- spent ; " Plac'd in God's Word and for our learning meant ; May it be ours nightly e'er we fall asleep To place us in Thy Hands — all safe to keep. 4 " It is toward evening, the day far spent ; " Saint Francis of Sales on the sweet words leant ; Praising, prayingas down the valehesped; Light of Heav'n, not of Earth, about him shed. 5 " It is toward evening, the day far spent;" To the monition we would be attent ; O give us grace to catch the "still small voice " That ev'n 'midst death-shadows we may rejoice. b " It is toward evening, the day far spent ; " We would list now e'er too late we lament ; Living or dying may we be the Lord's ; Girded and"kept"byHisIife-givingwords. 296. Strokes. 8s. " My stroke is heavier than my groaning.' Job xxiii. 2. i Father ! Thy strokes upon me fall ; For grace to bear I on Thee call ; O God ! Order the when and where, But guard Thou me against despair. 2 A weary day brings wearier night ; How laggard, Lord, their tardy flight ; Sharp pain within, darkness without, My soul toss'd on a sea of doubt. QUI'SE PLAIXTE P'ECHE-FRANCIS DE "SALES-FRIENDS. 1.35 3 A.s at a stroke, gone was mywealth ; Another — and gone was my health ; A third, and childless I was left ; Of Thee Christ only not bereft. 4 Wistful and weaken'd here I lie, Vet turn upward my burning eye; To succour me, O God, make speed ; Thou seest how my wounds all bleed. t Alas ! my God ! I scarce can pray ; My wonted praises terrors fray ; Parch d are my lips and parch'd my tongue ; Body and soul with anguish wrung. 6 O God, my God, Thou knowest my fears ; [tears; With Thy pierc'd Hand wipe Thou my Vain are all comforters but Thee ; Compassionate my misery. 7 Waves of impatience o'er me come, And I "offend" tho' I be dumb; O God ! Wilt Thou me of sin cleanse, Forgiving me my deep offence ? 297. Qui se Plainte P'eche.— Francis de Sales. 6s. i Whoso complaineth, sins, And condemnation wins ; Lord ! I would not complain, Let me not strive in vain. z Whoso complaineth, sins. And net of evil spins ; Lord ! wilt Thou me help send ? Against all foes defend? 3 Whoso complaineth, sins, And lays for himself gins; Lord! shew Sin's snares that I May all complaining fly. 4 Whoso complaineth, sins, However it begins ; Christ ! I would look to Thee In Thy dumb misery. 5 Whoso complaineth, sins, Ah ! are they not born twins ? In Thy sweet grace prevent; Be to my cry attent. 6 Whoso complaineth, sins, Begun, it hardly lins ; O Thou, my Saviour dear, Be ever to me near. 298 Friends. 7 s - i We aye need true friends in sorrow, Their fond sympathy to borrow ; When our Faith and Hope are shook We draw strength from tender look ; But then, O Lord Christ, 'bove all Thou our friend art, when we call ; For to Thee we all may speak When our hearts are like to break. 2 We aye need trite friends in gladness, Ev'n as much as e'er in sadness; Freely all Thy gifts to share, Brightening each other's care; And together lifting up Praises for a love-fill' d cup; Singing as we onward go, Grateful all to Thee to owe. 3 We aye need true friends in weakness. When deep-yearning for Thy meekness, We lo ! find ourselves backsliding — Vain, most vain to think of hiding; Healing word and quiet tear, Whisper low of love not fear ; Then to go as first we went, Ah, heart-bruis'd and penitent. 4 Wr aye need true friends in sieving. Still The Master's word observing, Of the prayer-agreeing "two" For His grace and strength to sue ; Pleading promises together Each close-leaning on the other ; Both united in the Lord, Ever guided by His Word. 136 HEAVENLY AND EARTHLY LIFE IN ONE. 5 We aye need ti ue friends when paived, And our cares are scarce restrained ; The soft hand upon our brow And the helpful word breath' d low ; The heart speaking in the eye. Brave and strong — yet tenderly ; Laud, O Lord, Thy love me sends Still thro' all, ABUNDANT FRIENDS. 299. Heavenly and Earthly Life in One. (Composed a f Geneva). 9.9.8.8.7.7. 1 Lo! Rhone and Arve, twins, flow together, Yet mingle not one with the other; Lord ! Be not thus my two-fold life ; But Blue and Brown mix without strife; Life below and life Above, Grace-united onward move. 2 Thanks, O my God, for love-born being; For walk of Faith and walk of Seeing ; My duty done, but more and more Faith's eyes set on the golden shore: Life below and life Above, Grace-united onward move. 3 Laud, that 'tis Thee, my God, I'm serving, Yet from no earthly duty swerving ; Aye grateful for all Thou hast giv'n, Whilst on my pilgrimage to Heav'n; Life below and life above, Grace-united onward move. 4 My Saviour, teach me Thee to follow; Still " doing good," and each day hallow; Thy 'steps' discerning in my way, In brightest and in darkest day; Life below and life ABOVE, Grace-united onward move. 5 Repeat St. 1. 300. Days of Heaven upon the Earth. Dent. .17. jj. 8s. 1 Lo ! Days of Heav'n upon the Earth : The promise fills our mouths with mirth; Lord ! Wilt Thou it to us fulfil, Moulding us to Thy gracious will ? By Thy good Spirit's ministration, Be ours the "'joy of salvation." 2 Lo ! Days of Heav'n upon the Earth : Immortal, not of mortal birth ; As lifting up to holy heights By Love's penitent, gracious sleights ; Beyond great Bethel's ladder-vision Or aught e'er known by the Concision. 3 Lo ! Days of Heav'n upon the Earth : Ah ! Heav'nly manna for our dearth ! Openings of God's windows high, Our low earth dimming the sky ; The Spirit striving — souls awaking The Church of Thy full gifts partaking. 4 Lo ! Days of Heav'n upon the Earth : From praise and prayers aye going forth; Girded with words out of The Word, That light, andpeace,andstrength afford; Walking by faith, to Heav'n ascending, Our Hope and Love together blending. 5 Lo ! Days of Heav'n upon the Earth : O how extol their priceless worth ! Each day begin with heav'nly thought ; Thro'eachday heav'nly deeds bewrought; So thus and thus to us is given To antedate the " days of Heav'n.'' 301. Anguish of spirit. Ex. vi. 9. 8. -1 iO Lord! Thou seest how I'm bow'd Beneath my load; Yea how by tempters I am cow'd, My God, My God ! Thou knowest the anguish of my soul- Like waves that roll ; Forgive, O Lord, forgive, that I Feel Thee not nigh. 2Thv promises I read in vain, They only pain; Far off they sound and leave me sad Nay, well-nigh mad ; CORDS OF A MAX— G RAFFED. 1.37 The world is out of joint — and yet Thou dost forget ; Thou " keepest silence " 'midst it nil: Thou dost appal. 3O Christ ! Wilt me compassionate, Xot wax irate? I am encompassed of Evil In man and devil ; I'm overwhelmed, heart-sore and crush'd, Ev'n conscience hush'd ; Look on me in my misery, O Lord, keep me ! 4 And help me, Lord, still more to feel For sore bested, When making' passionate appeal, 'Tis hindered ; By stony eyes of wordless care And blank despair; Keep me in touch, Lord, with sad hearts From whom Faith parts. 302. Cords of A man. Eoseaxi. 1. 8s. 1 How Thee, my God, shall I extol ! As the sea-waves with clangor roll So, O my God, I look around, And rage 'gainst Thee is ever found; Yet silent Thou dost still remain — As the calm sky above the main. 2 Full of all ten'drest pity, Thou All in vastest city dost know, And in least and lowliest hut ; And patiently in each doth put [makes, That grace of Thine which conquest And ev'n uttermost hatred shakes. 3 Laud, O, my God, for Thj rich love That thus toward our Race doth move ; How tender and forgiving still, " Convincing" and "converting" till Thou pluckest very brands that "burn;" Chiefest of sinners to Thee turn. 4 Ah ! my Saviour, dissembling's vain Trembling I come — Thou'lt not disdain ; Guilty — I must myself confess, But lay hold of Thy righteousness ; Me still, in love, Thou hast pursu'd ; My sinful heart in peace renew'd. 5 Repeat St. 1. 303. Todmudt. — Prince Bis.marck.8s. 1 Above me all is grey and drear ; Around all fill'd with shapes of fear ; Within me all like a heath fir'd — Todmudt — O, Christ, I am dead-tir d. 2 The World has been too much with me — Sharp-tooth' d is my misery ; Still round and round — ah, as if gyr'd — Todmudt — O, Christ, I am dead-tir d. 3 The " flesh" me captive still hath ta'en— My heart hard'ning — stings in my brain ; Yet " half my days" are unexpir'd- Todmudt — O, Christ, I am dead-tir d 4 The devil claims me for his own, And so he letteth me alone ; Against myself I have conspir'd — Todmudt — O, Christ, I am dead-tir d. 5 But what is this that thrills me so ? Is it Thy touch that makes me know Thy loving patience ne'er retir'd, But still has followed me — dead-tir d. 6 1" magnify" Thy grace, O, Christ! Thy love redeeming, all unprie'd ; Me, " castaway," Thou hast inspir'd ; Xo more — no more am I dead-tir d. 304. Graffed. 8.6.8.6.8.S. St. John xv., i-S. 1 The flower of the inner life Sprung from a heav'nly root ; Still blossoming 'mid cold and strife It rounds to mellow fruit ; I praise the Lord if so that I The palest blossom can descry. i 3 8 JOHN* BUNYAN AND HIS OWN HEART—CHIEF OF SINNERS. 2 Thanks, O, my God, for ThygFacegiv'n To know Thee my true Vine ; Thanks too, for all the airs of Heaven That bathe this heart of mine ; Deep-graff'd in Thee, Lord, I would shew The life of God on Earth below. 3 What dew is to the tiny seed ; The " small rain " to mown grass ; Thou who for man didst on Cross bleed, In me wilt bring' to pass ; T n Thee I ever would abide ; To Thee I would my all confide. 4 Thy Holiness I seek, O Lord ! My life conform'd to Thine ; I humbly plead Thy gracious word, Thy promises divine ; Let Thy rich grace in me appear, Like flowers blooming all the year. 305. John Bunyan and his own heart. ( Grace Abounding, %2q6. ) i " God Jet me down into my heart:" He shew'd me sights that made me start; 'Twas as a dungeon dark and foul, Clanking with chains — Bethink thee soul! Spirit of God, aid me to tell All the blest anguish me befell. 2 " God let vie do7cu into my heart :" O that I had the Painter's art That I might limn — yet not despair — The hidden chambers there laid bare ; Crypts that for the first time I saw ; Bowing me on my face in awe. 3" God lei me down into my heart :" All, thro' and thro' me still would dart Stinging sense of His purity And my own bitter enmity ; 'Till stripp'd of all cunning dissembling There came to me His gracious trembling. 4 " God lei me (linen into my heart :" Alas ! It was a thronged mart Of evil buying', of evil selling, 3,1 y conscience loudest warnings quelling ; What my Lord Christ for temple made Turn'd into market for Sin's trade. 5 " God let me do7V>i into my heart :" The light burn'd fierce with lightning's I quiver'd in my agony ; [smart ; Words would not come, I could but cry, Shew mercy, Lord, 'fore Thee I weep ; Shew mercy, Lord, and cleansing deep. 6 " God let me down into my heart :", He sought that with it I would part ; Thrice graciouswords to me werespoken, And, lo ! the piere'd Hand reach'd Love's token ; " Behold how I make all things new ! The "new heart " I will give to you." 7 " God let me down into my heart : " My Saviour dear, how good Thou art ! Thou foundest naught in me but ill; I needed, Lord, thy utmost skill ; But lo ! by Thee my heart was sought, And Grace's miracle is wrought. 306. Chief of Sinners. 1 Al-"ORTRESsface,four-squareand massive, And to all sentiment impassive; Eyes that swift veil themselves, yet give Glances furtive and fugitive ; Mouth, sensual and negro-lipp'd ; Tongue, as in fetid poison dipp'd ; Locks, leonine and iron grey ; Hands, restless as in gambling play ; A strong, bad man, but grandly gifted — Brain's wondrous matter fineliest sifted. 2 Such was the man — now dead — I knew Far back when my own years were few ; I shunn'd him — as a pest'lence shunn'd — By his foul speech I had been stunn'd ; If e'er there was a " burning brand " 'Twas he. But lo ! the nail-pierc'd hand Reach'd e'en to him, touch'd him, and sav'd — THROUGH MUCH TRIBULATION'— SECOND COMING. 139 In crimson fountain he was lav'd ; 'Twas done by a low-whisper' d word — A child's — that smote like a drawn sword. 3 O wonder-working power and love ! Such a mire-implung'd heart to move; A trophy of Christ's grace, to take Soul darkest, foulest, and remake; O cleansing mercy and vast word By all on Earth and Heav'n ador'd ! O conqu'ring and redeeming hand, To make e'en him a saint to stand ; Never shall 1 of man despair, With " chief of sinners " made Chrisl's heir. 4 Day after day, for years, I watch'd This soul thus from the burning "snatch' d;" Precious to see how he grew " meek" As grace, still more grace he would seek; Humble and gentle, patient, still Eager to do The Master's will ; To hallow every " talent " given And draw souls after him to heaven ; Laud, unto Thee, O Christ my Lord, Fulfill' d — fill'd full — Thine utmost word. 307. Through much Tribulation. 7s. Acts vf the Apostles xiv. 22. 1 Pain doth sting, but Christ is nigh, Why then change for ease, my pain ? Clouds that fleck the Summer sky, Bring the Summer's silver rain ; Pleasant things are not the best ; Always blest would be unblest. 2 Fear doth crush, but Christ is Love ! Why exchange for mirth my fears? Roses blow their thorns above, Turning them to guarding spears ; Pleasant things are not the best ; Heav'n not Earth our house of Rest. 3 Loss doth try, but Christ my Lord, Shall I yield for gain my loss ? Trembles, sweetest-sounding chord; Deepest joy is 'neath the Cross ; Pleasant things are not the best ; Always blest would be unblest. 4 Hope doth pale, but Christ is yonder, Why give up for light my Hope ? The Bow belts the throne of thunder ; Trust I shall e'en while I grope ; Pleasant things are not the best ; Heav'n not Earth our house of Rest. 5 Faith doth fail, but Christ, I cling ; Why seek walk of sight for faith ? Birds are best seen on the wing ; Sight comes with benignant Death ; Pleasant things are not the best ; Always blest would be unblest. 308- Second Coming. Romans viii. 22. 1 Earth shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; Redemption draweth nigh ; His " signs "are in the sky ; Faith hears His coming feet ; Hope hastens forth to meet. _• Earth shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; Lo ! the " Last Days " are come E'en godless are struck dumb, To see the things foretold In far back days of old. 3 Earth shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; Thy Word to the World's end The light of life doth send ; The Spirit " witness " gives, Wherever man now lives. 4 Earth shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; Behold Thine Israel Throng in their Land to dwell ; Behold far heathen lands Lift up their pleading hands. 6s. '4° HEAVEN OX EARTH— OVERFLOWING GRACE. 5 Eur tli shall not always groan In word/ess monotone ; Christ hath not died in vain ; Broken Sin's galling 1 chain , God's mighty word is pass'd, Evil shall down at last. 6 Eartli shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; Christ Who these skies did climb, Cometh the second time, Without a sacrifice, The round world to surprise. 7 Earth shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; Truth than a Lie more strong, Till it shall win — how long? Right shall o'ercome mere might, And Love all men unite. 8 Earth shall not always groan In wordless monotone ; The Lord cometh again, And coming comes to reign ; O God, the Great Day speed ! Help us Thy " signs " to read. 309 Heaven on Earth. 8s. Ephesians ii. , 6 ( cf. Colossians ii., 12). 1 The red West's great clerestory Flames high with clouds of many a clye ; Whilst shoots of brig-htness come and go, As tho' God's Heaven on Earth to shew; A hush of awe upon me steals, And the Lord Christ Himself reveals. 2 And the Lord Christ Himself reveals, Until my fluttering spirit feels Its own great being's majesty, Thus while on Earth link'd to the sky : Ecstatic moments that me send With deeper love 'fore Him to bend. 3 With deeper love 'fore Him to bend Who His great PRESENCE thus doth lend; Till "'caught up" — beyond words to tell — I enter bliss ineffable : Ideal yet most realiz'd ; Most real yet idealiz'd. 4 Most real yet idealiz'd ! Of " my Lord, my God" aggrandizd ; So all luminous grows life's road, God's own glory all " shed abroad ;" A hush of awe upon me steals, And the Lord Christ Himself reveals. 310. Overflowing Grace. 8s. Isaiah /.v. ,5. Psalms, cxix., J2. Domine, contine undas gratiae Tuae. Dowine, recede a me, quid non possum sustinere Tuae dulcedinis magnitudinem, nude prostemere mi' cogor. Francis de Sales. 1 Thy floods of grace, O God restrain ! Rush not thus on my soul amain ; Spare me this swooning ecstacy ; Withhold ! Withhold ! or I shall die. 2 Thy sweetness, O God, inundates — As wave on wave rolls thro' sea-gates ; Hold back Thy Hand — compassionate ; Or slay me quite, and change my state. 3 But lo ! O God, Thou floodest still ! Hear then my sigh — Thy word fulfil ; Enlarge my soul that I may hold Thy gifts of grace so manifold. 4 Ah ! weak and shallow is my heart ! O God, my God, with Thy bless'd art Wilt Thou, by grace, make strong its walls That I stand true whate'er befalls ? 5 Too dazzling is this light that shines ; 'Tis as the fierce fire that calcines ; O Son of God now intervene ; Be Thou my shelter and my screen. 6 Still, O my God, Thy grace Thou pourest, And still each ebb by flood restorest ; Behold ! I place me in Thy hands ; Me qualify for Thy demands. MISTRUST THYSELF, BUT THY GOD TRUST 14' 311- Mistrust Thyself, but Thy God Trust. 8s. "Mistrust of self is a very good thing pro- vided il be accompanied by trust in God, and the more w* have of the last the deeper will bt the first. But diseoi it is afalse humility?' ' — S. Francis de Sales. i .Mistrust thyself, but thy God trust, Ev'n when He lays thee in the dust ; Self-pleasing shun, but please thy God, As thou would'st not invite His rod. 2 Mistrust thyself, but th\ T God trust. Who is all-holy and all-just ; A sinner thou, He sinner's friend, He thee all needed grace will send. 3 Mistrust thyself, but thy God trust, Despair far from thy soul He'll thrust ; Where sin abounds more grace abounds; O Love ! that Heav'n and Earth astounds. 4 Mistrust thyself, but thy God trust, He safe will steer thro' Passion's gust ; Just as thou art, before Him plead As knowing who doth intercede. 5 Mistrust tin-self, but thy God trust. In His strength conquer thou each lust ; Have no concealments unto Him, Tell all, tho' tears thy eyes may dim. 6 Repeat St. i. 312. The Choice. 7s. /. Corinthinns xv.,31. 1 Love or Death, yea. Death or Love : u These me onward, upward move ; No love to Thee, O my God ! Ah ! Far better life disload ! Love to Thee, then welcome Death, That but stops our mortal breath. 2 Love or Death, yea Death or Lov : The grand old Saints' words reprove, That I still have so cold a heart And that I fill so poor a part, O my dear Saviour for Thee, Amidst a World's misery. 3 Love or Death, yea, Death or Love : O send Thou down from above Thy thrice-gracious Spirit, Lord, My will with Thine to accord ; Thee possessing and possest ; antepast of the blest ! 4 Love or Dcntli, yea, Death or Love : Brood within me Heav'nly Dove ! My " harp of a thousand strings" Touch Thou until each cord sings : Be my love aye strong as Death Sustained by Thy holy breath. 313. Wonder and no Wonder. Isaiah Iv. 8. 10.8. 10.8. 12.4.4 4. 12. 1 I wonder not, when 'mong the fresh glad leaves 1 hear the early Spring-birds sing ; I wonder not, that 'neath the sunny eaves The swallow flits with glancing wing; But I do wonder, O Thou snow-plumed Holy Dove, In my dark breast To find Thee rest And make Thy nest— For what am I — so vile ! — to win this grace, this love ? 2 I wonder not, when in the meadows green I see the flocks — white-fleeced — repose ; I wonder not, that thro' the Winter keen They have soft shelter from the snows; But I do wonder, that seeking o'er hill and wold Me — far off straying, Me — long delaying, Poor pleasures weighing ; My gracious Shepherd, guides me safe into His fold. 3 I wonder not, when on the graffed branch I find fair leaf and dainty bloom ; 'Tis life in life ; God's hand the wound doth staunch, And rich fruits in their seasons come ; I 4 2 LOVE'S ENIGMA—" IF IT RE POSSIBLE." Bui I do wonder, Lord, thai L a "burning- brand," Tied for the fire, Snatch'd from the pyre — In ruth not ire, By the Great Gardener's skill bearing' good fruit do stand. 4 I wonder not, when in the beetling rock, Which sternly fronts the clamorous sea, I mark the wild fowl 'scape the tempest's shock, Secure thro' its slow agony ; But I do wonder, Lord, to find THE Rock eternal Has clefts for me, Where I may see — From terror free, The surges of Thy wrath crash on the shores infernal. 314. Love's Enigma. Ss. Romans v., i-g, i The centre small — a lowly mound, Horizon vast as e'er was found ; A cross, and on it a man dead, But that man God, and His blood shed: O Myst'rv fathomless of things, That life unto our Race thus brings. 2 I gaze on the great sight stupendous ; Dead — than all man's deeds most tremen- dous ; God dying that lost man might live — Love now pleading " Father forgive : " Immensity of grace divine, Thee making mine, Lord, and I Thine 3 The Law abides inviolate ; And JUSTICE reign is consecrate, As with a "still small voice'' she speaks : And this poor heart of mine God seeks; Extremity of human guilt, [spill. Cleans'd by the blood on gaunt rood 4 O Thou great Broken Heart of Love ! Draw me beneath the Heavenly Dove : 1 would a broken heart possess ; Do Thou all suff ring to me bless ; Yea, let not Thy white flag be furl'd Till rallies to the Cross — the World. 315. Kept. 2 Cji- ecu., D. 6s. i Command, Lord, what thou wilt ; 13 But give what Thou commandest ; Thou knowest all my guilt ; Me throughly understand?^ ; Whate'er be on me laid, I shall stand unafraid. 2 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt ; All dangers I shall dare ; I flee to Thy blood spilt ; To Thy Word and to Prayer ; Thus arm'd, I'm clad in mail ; No en'my shall prevail. 3 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt ; Thou all my wounds shalt cure ; However fair they're gilt Sin's pleasures shall not lure ; look to me and bring Me forth conq'ring to sing. 4 Command, Lord, what Thou wilt ; Be my way dark or bright ; Upon the Rock I'm built, Thou shalt defend the right ; 1 look to Thee, O God, I lay 'fore Thee my load. 5 Repeat St. i in fall. 316. " If it de Possible.'"— St. Matt. zxci. 39. 8.S.7.8.8.7. 1 I may not tread Gethsemane, I may not share Thy agony ; Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! Yet hear me, Lord, Thy prayer I pray, As I am fainting on my way, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! PERFECTION OX EARTH— LULLABY '43 2 Darkness around me thick enfolds A " cup of trembling' " my hand holds, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! Forgive me, O forgive my cry, " If it be possible pass it by," O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! 3 My " little one " Thou lovest is sick, And hour by hour he grows more weak, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour! I mark the thinning of his face, And awful lines upon him trace, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! 4 This is the cup to me Thou'rt reaching, Lord, hear me in my poor beseeching, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! " If it be possible," spare him, Lord ; Speak Thou ev'n now the healing word, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ! 5 We gave him to Thee in our vow, Thy Name was nam'd upon his brow, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour ; Life is a great gift; I would fain Have him a MAN, for Thee to train, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour. 6 " Yet not my will butThine be done," Alas! alas ! my little son,— O Jesus Christ, my Saviour! My heart is sore ; I can but sigh — " If it be possible," hear my crv, O Jesus Christ, my Saviour. 317. Perfection on Earth. 1 Trembled I to see my child Hay by day so perfect growing : By no breath of sin defil'd ; Purer than rose purely blowing ; For on earth PERFECTION given, Ah! 'tis ominous of heaven. 2 Strangest dread did fill my breast, As I watch'd his sweet unfolding ; More and more I was opprest. So much beauty there beholding; For on earth PERFECTION given, Ah ! 'tis ominous of heaven. 3 Mystic light dwelt in his eyes, Soft yet keen as altar's flaming ; What of earth or what of skies, Far beyond our mortal naming ; Thus on earth perfection given, Ah ! 'tis ominous of heaven. 4 Thoughtful — wistful — quaintly grave, Blithe as bird on branchlet swinging Bearing pain, silent and brave, Guileless prayer to Jesus bringing But on earth perfection given, All ! 'tis ominous of heaven. 5 Meek and gentle in his face, Mind his ev'ry look informing ; A fine nature touch'd of grace ; Aye submissive, never storming ; But on earth perfection given, Ah ! 'tis ominous of heav'n. 6 So I wrote and so I felt Of my child the Lord has taken ; In me, ah, my heart doth melt ; Vet Lord, Faith abides unshaken ; Laud for him perfection giv'h, Less of earth and more of heav'n. 318. Lullaby. 1 Sleep, my sweet child, sleep ; Let thy mother weep ; Lullaby my son ; Lo ! thy father dead, Light of home all fled ; Lullaby my sen. 2 Sleep, my sweet child, sleep, Jesus Christ thee keep ; Lullaby my son ; Thou, the widow's God, Kno vest well my load : Lullaby my son. '44 IN THE WOODS -STAYING POWER. 3 Sloop, my sweet child, sleep ; To the Cross I creep ; Lullaby my son ; God of fatherless, Spare my child, and bless ; Lullaby my son. 4 Sleep, my sweet child, sleep ; Let thy mother weep ; Lullaby my son. Lov'd and loving' gone, All but Thee, sweet one ; Lullaby my son. 319. In the Woods. 5 So to the green woods I y;o, That the Lord I nearer know ; In their quietness and peace Seek from a mad world release Touched by Thy Spirit Holy, With a gracious melancholy. 320. ' ' Lo,we heard of it at Epliralali ;wefound it in the fields of the wood." — Psalm exxxii. 6. i How I love green solitudes ! They beget my happiest moods : And like barren Bethel's height, Where the angels did alight ; But with such strange beauty fill'd, As the Psalmist with awe still'd. 2 God is with me in this place Op'ning unto me His grace ; And His Presence is so near, Half I joy and half I fear ; Hush my fears, O Holy Ghost ! Let not my first joy be lost. 3 Humblest bush appears a-blaze, Kindl'd by celestial rays ; Each tree as an altar stands Whore 1 may lift pleading hands; Lo ! I catch the rush of wings, — Angels in their ministrings. 4 O my God in days of old Sight of Thee was manifold ; Nor hast Thou e'er left our Earth Scene of Thine Own mortal birth ; Without witness of Thy Being, To Faith's anointed seeing. Staving Power. Isaia/i x. 20. i O GRANT ni2 help " to slay;" Still keep me " in the way " Which I, Lord, quick f jrsake ; And yet my heart doth ache For more, and more, still more Nearness — Thee to adore. 2 I mourn my wayward will ; O Christ, Thy Word fulfil ; And so possess me quite That I be child of light ; Nor ever " turn aside," But still in Thy Hand hide. 3 O this reviving sin ! Let it not vict'ry win ; God, break Thou its power! Be near in evil hour, That the o'ercoming life May save me in the strife. 4 If trials come on me, Lord, keep me near to Thee ; Make glorious Thy great name Thro' me when in the flame ; That " witness" I may be To Faith's sweet constancy. 5 I am but fragile " BrsH," 1 cannot bear the rush Of Thy " glory's " greatness ; O pity Lord, my straitness ; Do Thou my soul enlarge E'er Thou me thus surcharge. 6s. STRONG CRYIXG— CONVERSION. 145 6 Come from their lightless regions Satan's assailing legions ; 1 Shall not fear at all ; On Thee, O Christ, I'll call ; And holding up my shield I shall refuse to yield. 3.21. "Strong Crying." 7s. Heb v. 7. 1 Not tears only — silent tears, Will disburthen grief or fears ; If thou in keen anguish lie Send up, my soul, the " strong cry." 2 Self-contain' d is self-depending, Not before the Saviour bending; Sorrow that sits all alone Hardeneth the heart to stone. 3 Awful in Gethsemane Lord Christ was Thine agony ; There " s.rong crying " from Thy lips Sought from Gjd apocalypse. 4 Mine be it infill my weeping Thy example to be keeping ; Broken words, with moan and sigh; Even, Lord, Thine own "strong cry." 5 Prayer of Faith 'tis maketh strong ; Prayer of Hope bursts into song ; Ah, Lord, if I live or die, Grant unto me Thy " strong cry." 6 Worn and weary oft I'm dumb, Words to me refuse to come ; But Lord, Thou dost ne'er deny; Still bestow Thine Own " strong cry." 32.2. The Burning Heart. 8s Exodus Hi. 1-6. 1 Lord ! work Thy miracle of old— Sweetly in Holy Scripture told ; O make my heart by grace ilium' d A "Burning Bush " and unconsum'd ; Stalk, leaf, and bloom of fire untouch'd, Thy strong protecting power avouch'd. 2 Thy strong protecting power avouch'd, Of Earth and hell all unencroach'd ; Broken, and fir'd, yet held in calm, Jehovah-Rophi pouring balm ; I seek a burning heart of love, But still kept scathless from Above. 3 But still kept scathless from Above, Neath brooding of Thy Holy Dove ; My weakness on Thy strength lays hold, And pleads Thy promises of old ; Ardent but nameless I would burn And ever to Thee, Jesus, turn. 4 And ever to Thee, Jesus, turn; Or fill'd with joy, or when I mourn; Like rings of incense my prayer rise, Faith seeing Him beyond the skies; All Thy graces that do not falter, Hurtles* blazing on my heart's altar. 5 Hurtless blazing on my heart's altar : — ■ Triumph without the pain of martyr; Lo ! Lord, Thy softly-soothing breath Rich-nurtures Thy great gift of faith; That I still 'walk,' yea even run, Trophy of redemption won. 6 Trophy of redemption won: From world of sin by Thy ' work' done ; My opposition all disarming Tenderly, and me still unharming ; The burning heart Thou hast bestow'd As Thy full grace to me o'erflow'd. 7 As Thy full grace to me o'erflow'd, And Thee unchanging to me shew'd; My stains all cleans'd, my guilt remov'd, Redeeming love thro' peace approv'd; Thus, thus a heart by grace ilium' d Is " Burning Bush " and uncomsun'd. 1 Peter, i. 23. 323- Conversion 1 Mystic flame that burnetii not, Of no earth-born fire begot ; Can its wonders e'er be told ? — Worthy to be grav'd on gold ; 7s. 146 NEW BIRTH -"NEGLECT THE ROOT TO TRIM THE FLOWER.' Human and divine are blent In this gift from High Heav'n sent; God meets man and man meets God, By The Spirit " shed abroad." Miracle of love and grace, Virgin's womb, God's dwelling-place; Miracle of grace display'd, Holy Child in manger laid; Scarce less miracle of love Lord ! That Thou dost in me move ! That in me a sinner great, Thou dost the " new heart " create. Conscience wounded — conscience heal'd, By the Blood of Christ reveal'd; Will address'd and quick-persuaded, Yet my choosing uninvaded; Life of life within me put, All Love's marvels in it shut; Lord, I would extol Tnv Name, Such as I thus to reclaim. Light of life upon me shine — Father, Son, and Spirit Trine ; Lift me up and keep me high, That I commerce with the sky ; In the World, not of it, Lord, Nurtur'd by Thy Holy Word ; Shewing even on the Earth Marks of my great Heav'nlv Birth. 324. New Birth. St. John Hi. j. i ' Born again ' — twice-made man , Such is Love's mighty plan; Born into mortal flesh, That the soul doth enmesh; ' Born again' from Above, By life from HOLY Dove. 2 'Born again' — wondrous gift That to God doth uplift ! ' Born again' — O blest dower Thro' my God's soft'ned power; ' Born again ' — O the glow When 'new birth ' mortals know. 3 Thee I bless, O my God ! That Thy love ' shed abroad ' 6s- Gives to me a sweet sense Yea grace-felt confidence, That in me is begun What shall win Thy " Well done." 4 ' Born again' — bluest blood Brings noblest no such good; ' Born again ' — heav'nly touch Not rite doth this avouch ; ' Born again ' — Christ alone Turns to flesh heart of stone. " Neglect the root to trim the flower." — George Mereditli. 8s- Proverbs xxxi. 30. 1 Neglect the root to trim the flower: Lo ! Thou wilt find in evil hour, That not the seen but the unseen Lies nearest to bright Heav'n's sheen. 2 Lies nearest to bright Heav'n's sheen- Soft as the light but as flame keen ; That stem and leaf, bud, bloom and fruit, Their character take from the root. 3 Their character take from the root — The Gardener or glad or mute: Lo ! The outward is fugitive " Inward adorning," that doth live. 4 " Inward adorning," that doth live: O Lord ! do Thoc to us grace give That this we see, and feel, and know, Till mind and heart with ardour glow 5 Till mind and heart with ardour glow, Whilst still more grace Thou dost bestow; Made temples of the Holy Ghost Ne'er of mere beauty shall we boast; 6 Ne'er of mere beauty shall we boast, But grasping firm Redemption's cost, Walk holily," and Thy strength seek, To live as those Thou keepest, meek. 7 To live as those Thou keepest, meek : Whether we act or whether speak ; Turn Thou to warning and to power ' Neglect the root to trim the flower.' . CROWN' OF THORNS AND THORN IN THE FLESH. '47 326. Crown of Thorns and 'Thorn IN THE flesh.' 2 Corinthians xii 7. 8s. 1 O King- of Sorrows ! my heart turns To Thee crown'd with Thy crown of thorns; To me a 'thorn ' lo ! Thou hast given By which my " heart and flesh " are riven; Wilt THOU in Thy great pity deign By Thine, to mitigate my pain ? 2 Thy cruel-platted crown of thorns Was plac'd on Thee amidst men's scorns; Unwitting all, that they fulfill'd The full curse-bearing Thou hadst will'cl. My 'thorn' THOl' placest in my flesh: Lord ! 1st that I may 'scape Pride's mesh? 3 My heart, O Christ ! within me burns: Sad, I gaze on Thy crown of Thorns; For Thou Who didst endure all anguish Dost soften mine as here I languish ; Yet, Lord, wilt Thou my 'thorn' remove; Or sanctify it in Thy love ? 4 Alas, O Lord, proud Nature spurns The message of Thy crown of Thorns; My ' thorn ' stings and my Patience tries Conceal'd from me Thy ' purpose ' lies; Be pleas'd, Thorn-crown'd, to show it me, That I may softly walk with Thee. 327- " Lord a Thorn from Thy Crown." 6s. " When one is happy, praised, borne along on the breath of the public favour, one must make one's constant prayer, of the words, " Lord, a thorn from Thy crown." Philippians i. 29. ALEXANDER ViNET. 1 " A thorn, Lord, from Thy crown Grant — if Thou dost me own: Lord! Suffer me to bring Tears — even while I sing. 2 "A thorn, Lord, from Thy crown " Grant — if Thou dost me own: Thy cross alone atones But I would know Thy groans. 3 "A thorn, Lord, from Thy crown ' Grant — if Thou dost me own; That I heart-feltly know The pathos of Thy woe. 4 "A thorn, Lord, from Thy crown " Grant — if Thou dost me own; Made sharer of Thy grief But given sweet relief. 5 "A thorn, Lord, from Thy crown " Grant — if Thou dost me own; That I unmurmuring May taste Thy suffering. 323. The Crucified. 7s. Gen. Hi. j>S. Matt, xxvii. 29. 1 O the taunt 1 and O the vaunt ! From these coarse lips dissonant; Kingly names and bended knee — Blasphemous the mockery. 2 Ah ! what blame ! and ah ! what shame ! In this mock'ry of Thy Name : And 'twas Sin that did it all As all sin on Thee did fall. 3 I draw near; but O to hear With Faith's open list'ning ear ! That Thou, Jesus, for us died— Grandest as The Crucified. 4 How may I brace, all the grace Lord, of Thy most marred Face ! Crown'd with thorns, Earth's cursa to bear, Lifting man from his despair. 5 Lo ! I sing as O my King To Thy Cross I lowly cling; My guilt borne, by Thy flesh torn, " Man of Sorrows " crown'd with thorn. 329. My Body is my cross. / Cor. ix. 27. 6s. " A man's body is often ftie cross on which his soul is crucified." — Thomas Toke Lynch. 1 My body is my Cross On which I'm crucified; In pain I writhing toss, Anguish to anguish tied; 1 4» THE ABANDONED -HEART SEARCHING. I fain would rest on Thee, In faith and hope and peace ; Alas ! my misery, No moment find I ease. 2 Sleepless from night to morn, I know not what to do; By hairsbreadths rack'd and torn In vain I to Thee sue ; Christ ! Thou know'st me all; Seest me as here I lie; 1 faintly on Thee call; Relieve — or let me die. 3 " Harp of a thousand string's," Ah ! Pain strikes ev'ry note ; I sigh for Thy Dove's wing's, To fly to place remote; My Body is my cross, On which I'm crucified; In pain I writhing toss, Anguish to anguish tied. 4 Forgive if I complain ; Forgive my restlessness; Forgive that snbtle pain Hides e'en when Thot dost bless; I plead Thy Cross, O Christ ! And all Thou suffered'st there; Come with Thy Love unpric'd, Deliver from Despair. 330. The Abandoned. St. Matt xi. 28. 6.5.6.5. 1 ' Fallen-fallen— fallen ' ! Whither can I go? Tempted — master' d — " taken " ! I am very low; O my heart is sick'ning ! Man to man's a foe ; O my heart is breaking! Whither can I go ? 2 ' Fallen — fallen—fallen ' ! Piercing words of scorn, Leave me mad, forsaken, Talk'd of, crush'd, and torn: O the cruel talking ! Accusation, wrath! All my efforts baulking, Closing up my path. 3 ' Fallen — fallen — fallen ' ! I am very low; Wounded — trampled — driven; Whither can I go? In sore thrall who goeth, Bend must to His will ; He Who all things knoweth, Knows and loveth still. 331. Heart-searching. 8s. Ps. cxxxix. j : St. John 11. 25. 1 The gossamer swings in the air, With threads so deftly spun, and rare, That not until like to pearls strung The dew-drops are upon it hung; Can you follow it with your eye Ov that matter it is, descry. 2 Is it not e'en thus with our thought, Cunningly in the mind's loom wrought? More swiftly flitting to and fro Than shuttle that skill' d hand doth throw: You know not what 'tis till your tears Gleam like dew on a rose's spears. 3 Ah ! But the Lord pierces behind Face and look to innermost mind : Needeth not that man testify Or hidden secrets notify ; He — O how gently ! — always knows How our stream of thought ever flows 4 Be it ours so to live and die That never need we fear His eye; Be it ours so to Him to come With our thought and desire in sum; That cleans'd without and cleans' d within Even He shall see no speck of sin. MERGERE XOS PATITUR, SED NON SUBMERGERE CHRISTUS. 149 332. MERGERE NOS PATITUR, SED NON SUBMERGERE CH RISTUS. — Mcdiccval Saying. 2 Cor. iv. (). 6s. 1 Christ suffereth His Own To sink — but not to drown; If fiercest tempest come, Whit'ning the sea to foam ; Or, blows wave-tramping wind Xo human force can bind; Or, thundious lightning's flash As tho' the sky would crash; Lo ! His outstretched Hand As we in safety stand : Christ suffereth His Own To sink — but not to drown. 2 Lord, unto Thee I creep, Look on me as I weep ; Lord, unto Thee I look, See how my faith is shook; Lord, unto Thee I cling, Heal Thou Sin's deadly sting; Lord, unto Thee I cry, Look on my misery; I know not what to think, Alas ! alas ! I sink : Ah ! Christ suff'reth His Own To sink — but not to drown. 3 Comes oft temptation sore, Ah ! pressing more and more; Reviving native sin, That still lurks me within; Comes, too, temptation sly As Pleasure's mimicry ; Yea, cometh ev'n in prayer, In praise, in all soe'er ; And conies temptation still In God's own " holy hill " : Ah ! Christ suff'reth His Own, To sink — but not to drown. 4 A touch of His own Hand As we near to Him stand ; A light not fetch'd from skies, Or aught in our Earth lies ; Strength not of limbs or thews That " daily bread " renews; The overcoming life Still victor in the strife; The " closer walk " with God, lliese all to Jesus ow'd : Christ suffereth His Own, To sink — but not to drown. 333. In La Sua Voluntade 'e Nostra Pacb.— Dante. ' Thy will be done' : St. Matt. vi. 10. 6s. 1 In His Will is our peace — Its source and its increase: Lo ! From the ghastly Rood— Red with His awful blood ; Death, which all death exceeds, And terror in us breeds, Our ' peace ' comes. — Wondrous giving, Life dying and Death living. 2 In His Will is our peace — O ne'er such sweet release ! From God's all-holy Law, That frights the soul with awe ; From conflict stern of sin, The burthen'd heart within ; From flesh and spirit's strife, That wounds more deep than knife. 3 In His Will is our peace — O joy that ne'er can cease ! Like to full-tided sea That floods an estuary ; Behold this shallow heart Remade by Thy Love's art, By life of God surcharg'd, Is still by grace enlarg'd. 4 /;/ His Will is our peace — The peace that bringelh ease ; Peace with "my Lord, my God,' Peace, by uplifted load ; Peace, flowing like a river ; J So LOVE WITHOUT MEASURE— SANCTIFIED ILLS. Peace, multiplying erer ; Peace, waxing strong thro' weakness, Reflecting His own meekness. 5 In His Willis our peace — Christ ! all turmoil chase! By Thy soft strength upheld, Daily to us reveal'd ; By Thee still sanctified, My fears all scatter'd wide ; Mine be this peace to know; E'en vale of shadows glow. 6 In His Will is our peace — The great truth I embrace ; 1 draw my mortal breath, Sustain' d His breath beneath ; My soul's more subtle being, Kept safe by His o'erseeing ; In all, my Lord Divine, My life be hid in Thine. 334. Love Without Measure. — After St. Bernard. Romans iv. j.-j ,s. i All I have, I have receiv'd ; All hold, as I have believ'd; Trusting, by Christ's .gracious art, That gave to me the " new heart." Ah ! the " new heart" that He takes And for His Own temple makes. 2 All I do, He does in me, In " glorious liberty; " Freedom that marks me the Lord's By the grace which He affords; Making that I loud rejoice With my heart and with my voice. 3 Praise, Lord, for intelligence, Intellect made excellence ; Excellence produc'd by Love, Quicken'd by the Holy Dove ; That in me hath sweetly wrought, As I by His blood am bought. 4 Vain all glory but in Him, His all glory else doth dim, Save, as we're by grace, The Christ's. Ah ! He keepeth His sweet trysts ! Keepeth, and still shows the Way, Leading to Eternal Day. 5 What the measure of our love, That aye toward Him doth move ? Toward Him our richest treasure, Treasure for transcending measure : Measure yea, that knows no bound, Only in the boundless found. 335. Sanctified Ills, i Peter iii.ij. ja. i As the sunshine in the clouds ; As the foam-bells on the floods ; As the fragrance in the flower ; As the new-mown grass's dower ; Thou dost, Lord, in love assuage Troubles' sorest, keenest rage. 2 Clouds distil the "tender rain," Foam-bells beautify the main ; Fragrance glorifieth shape ; Rain from hurt gives sweet escape : Thou dost, Lord, in love assuage Troubles' sorest, keenest rage. 3 Flood doth come on f bb anon ; Tempests bring not harms alone : Lightnings do not merely smite ; Stars enrich the darker night : Thou dost, Lord, in love assuage Troubles' sorest, keenest rage. 4 Sickness is not always loss ; Oft it brings us to the Cross ; Nor is weakness, if at length It send us to Christ for strength : Thou dost, Lord, in love assuage Troubles' sorest, keenest rage. 5 Loss of riches may enrich If our thoughts we upward pitch ; Sorrow may be discipline That shall make us nigh divine : Thou dost, Lord, in love assuage Troubles' sorest, keenest rage. THANKFULNESS— DESPONDENCY. J5 1 6 As the sunshine in the clouds ; As the foam-bells on the floods ; As the fragrance in the flower; As the new-mown grass's dower ; Thou dost, Lord, in love assuage Troubles' sorest, keenest rage. 336. Thankfulness. "Be ye thankful." — Colossians Hi. 75. 1 Were I more thankful, Lord, Methinks more joy I'd find ; Wilt Thou fulfil Thy Word, And thus to Thee me bind ? Lo ! Thankfulness and Joy are twins ; Who seeks to separate them, sins. 3 Were I more thankful, Lord, More bright my life should be ; No day but doth afford Proofs of Thy grace to me ; Lo ! Thankfulness and Joy are twins ; Who seeks to separate them, sins. 3 Were I more thankful, Lord, I should discern Thy love, And Thou be still ador'd Tho' 'neath dark clouds I move. Lo ! Thankfulness and Joy are twins ; Who seeks to separate them, sins. 4 Were I more thankful, Lord, " Walk " should I nearer Thee ; Thus " walking," ev'ry chord Yield grateful melody ; Lo ! Thankfulness and Joy are twins ; Who seeks to separate them, sins. 337. Despair and God. ; Ps. cxxxix. S ; Is. I. 10. 1 In the blackness of Despair — Starless darkness ev'ry where ; Over all my lonely path Portents of Thy holy wrath ; lihere doth come voice soft and low 'Midst light as of after-glow ; Whisp'ring me that as is told s. In lorn David's psalm of old, The Lord husheth our despair — " Make thy bed in hell, I'm there." 2 Laud, my God, that thus it is; It to know is sweetest bliss ; When o'er me Thy billows burst, And alas ! I lose my trust ; When my way is as steep slope, And alas ! I lose my hope ; When I blindly, darkly move, And alas ! I lose my love : Comes to brighten my despair — " Make thy bed in hell, I'm there." 3 Strange that I, a Child of Light, Should still walk thus in affright ; Ah ! The mystery of things, And deep shadows that it flings ! My Lord Christ, to Thee I cry, Pity my sore misery ; For despite Thy patient love I Thee grieve, O Heavenly Dove ! O forgive ! Say to Despaii — "Make thy bed in hell, I'm there:' 4 Blessed Saviour, see my sin Palpitating me within ; Tho' Thy grace in me is strong, Notes of anguish mar my song ; E'en on knees, Thy Face is hid ; From " the Rock" alas ! I've slid ; Sword is dinted, loosen'd mail, As the Tempter doth assail; Lord ! Thy mighty word declare — "Make thy bed in hell, I' in there." 338- Despondency. 8s. Isaiah xlv. 4. 1 None can redeem but He Who paid, None can remake but He Who made ; Redeem me, Lord ! Re-make me, Lord ! Hear as I plead Thy gracious word. '52 THE RICH YOUNG MAN— GENUINENESS. 2 Justly, O Lord, Thou mightest burn, And my late pleading from Thee spurn ; But ah ! Thou patient art and sweet To whosoe'er bows at Thy feet. £ Repeat St. i. 4 Forgive, that I so long delay' d ; Forgive, that I still disobey' d ; Forgive, that vainly conscience stung ; Forgive, that to the world I clung. 5 Repeat St. i. 6 My deepest guilt to Thee I bring, Deal with me as to Thee I cling ; sheath thy "furbish'd glitt'ring sword;" Thy word fulfil — Thy tender word, 7 Repeat St. i . 8 Thy Holy Spirit me doth touch, As in keen anguish, Lord, I crouch ; 1 lift unto Thy Cross my eyes, And, lo ! my guilt-born terror dies. g Repeat St. i . jol know not that I've found The Way, From whence I had gone far astray; But I know, Lord, Thou hast me found, And that my "chain " Thou hast unbound. 339. The Rich Young Man. Ss And he went away sorrowful. St. Matt. xix. 22. He " went away," not " sent away:" Lord! I would lay this word to heart. He " went away " not " sent away :" Lord ! give me grace to see my part. He " went away " not " sent away," The " young man " chose himself to go. He " went away " not "sent away," The Lord's great heart to him did glow. He "went away" not " sent away," His "great possessions" hindering : He " went away" not ".OT/away:" All! Had he faced the sundering! St. Mark vii. ij. He "went |tway" not " sent away," His riches came 'twixt Him and Christ. He " went away " not " sent away," Alas! the Lord was under-priced ! He "7w«/away" not "A'«/away," The Lord had meant him ' ' gain " for ' ' loss!' He " went away " not "sent away," How blest had he but ta'en the Cross ! He " went away " not " sent away," Making himself a castaway. O heart of mine ! this "one thing do," At all costs to The Christ be true! 340- Genuineness. 8.4.8.4.8.8. 1 I WOULD be genuine, O Lord ! With Thine Own rank'd ; Instructed of Thy Holy Word, Not sacro-sanct ; I would not from the World retreat, But follow still Thy tireless feet. 2 My Body I will not malign, As tho' 'twere vile ; Neither my dignity resign, Nor honour soil ; Thou, Lord, didst make me and remake; All praise and glory to Thee take. 3 Commandments by man only giv n I value not ; Thepurelight shiningfrom high Heav'n, They dim, yea, blot; Thy mind to know, Thy will to do, Lord help me aye keep these in view. 4 After Thy likeness, O Lord Christ, Be I renew'd ; Then keeping with Thee hallow' d tryst Evil eschew' d : I shall up to " full stature " grow, Reflective of Thy life below. 5 Forbid that I mistake a mask For living face ; Forbid I should my life mis-task With pseudo-grace ; WEARYING FOR THE SECOND COMING OF THE LORD. i53 False virtues and false vices shun, That I may yet win Thy " well done." O Lord, I come in very weakness ; Sive ma from cant ; Graces bestow'd I'd hold in meekness, Fuller or scant ; I would be genuine, O Lord, Instructed of Thy Holy Word. 341. Necessity and Freedom. 8s. 1 Cor ix. 16; Romans vii. 18. 1 As the leaf spring's out of the bough; As the flower bursts forth from the bud ; As the song from the bird doth flow ; And as comes and goes the quick blood; So necessity is laid on me, To grow liker and liker Thee. 2 For hast Thou, Lord, not won my heart, Made willing captive unto Love ? Even life of life beyond art, Like beating pulse in me doth move; So necessity is laid on me, To grow liker and liker Thee. 3 But alas ! this mystery of sin, It rebels so to set me free ; So oft it doth victory win That I moan in misery ; Yet necessity is laid on me, To grow liker and liker Thee. 4 O the conflict ! the joy! the grief! Thrall inwrought with liberty ; O Spirit of God send relief, And assert Thy supremacy ; Foi" necessity is laid on me, To grow liker and liker Thee. 5 I walk this sin-scarr'd Earth, In hope, not as bondman held ; But me Thou hast thrill'd to new birth ; And 'gainst this sin I have rebell'd ; So necessity is laid on me, To grow liker and liker Thee. 5 O paradox, strangest e'er seen ! Two natures in arms before Heav'n ; To-day as of old it hath been, Now success and now failure giv'n ; Still, necessity is laid on me, To grow liker and liker Thee. 342. Wearying for the Second Coming of the Lord. 8s 1 How long, Lord, till Thou shalt appear, Thy broken Church's heart to cheer ! How long till " all things" be put under Amidst the Earth's and Heaven's wonder; O Christ forth-burst upon the world, Let Sin from its vast throne be hurl'd. 2 Aweary sameness, shorn of Hope ; Faith's way all dark, with slope on slope; Men's hearts still failing them for fear, As still, O Christ, Thou dravv'st not near; When, flaming to the farthest heaven— Likelightning — shall Thy "sign be giv'n?' 3 Thou spakedst, Lord, Thy burningword, (Dread as the flash offurbish'd sword); To Pilate saidst a Day should come That all the days of time shall sum ; When Thou with clouds of angels seen, Shalt make Earth splendid with heav'n' s sheen. 4 Alas, O Christ ! weary and worn, We look to Thee with eyes forlorn ; Thy Church enringed with mortal foes, Calleth on Thee to interpose ; Arise ! arise ! assert Thy power, Let this be Thine accepted hour. 5 How long, O Christ, Thy Church has pray'd, And still Thy COMING is delay'd ! How long has th' Enemy prevail'd ! Art Thou not in Thy Church assail'd ? Lord Christ, hear Thou our wistful cry, Deliver from our agony ! 154 REVIVAL— GOD FORGOT ME AND I FELL 343- Revival. Ezra i.v. S-g. 9.9.8.8.8.8. iAlas! O God, Thy Church doth languish ; But half-awake 'midst a world's anguish : Enthroned Christ, we turn to Thee ; Thou wilt us hear — Thou dost us see ; Lord, us revive! Thy 'work' revive; All our past apathy forgive. 2 Alas! O God, Thy Church doth languish: Wilt Thou all ourlukewarmness vanquish? To us, Lord, Thou Thy grace hast given, But still we mourn a deathly leaven ; Fulfil to us Thy mighty word ; Come, if Thou comest with a sword. 3Alas! O God, Thy Church doth languish: But half-awake, 'midst a world's anguish; 'Tis stark and still as desert stones; Lord! We should welcome even moans ; But Thou by a word quickened ; A living host stood panoplied. 4Alas! O God, Thy Church doth languish; And fervour from her work doth banish ; Come thenaswithThystrong"four winds"; Come smite what hardens — lift what blinds; Strong brains and wills, O consecrate ? Thy 'gentleness' true hearts make 'great.' 5Alas O God, Thy Church doth languish; But half-awake, 'midst a world's anguish; All hearts baptize with reverence ; Deep-root our CREEDS in common-sense ; Thou Christ our Great Exemplar be, In Faith and Hope and Charity. 6Alas! O God, Thy Church doth languish ; Tho' the wide world its sword doth brandish ; Great riches with Thine own abounds, Yet the poor aggregate astounds : O Thou Who hast bestowed all, Cause millions to Thy treas'ry fall ! 7Alas! O God, Thy Church doth languish ; But half-awake, 'midst a world's anguish ; Lo! Thou Thy Gospel hast us sent ; And Thou Thy Spirit hast us lent ; Thy heart of love yearns o'er the world, Why should Thy banner e'er be furl'd ? 8Alas! O God, Thy Church doth languish; Souls are starving as they who famish ; Give "Bread of Life," O Holy Ghost ! Flame of compassion for the lost ; To care for all as Jesus card ; To dare even as Jesus dar'd" 344. God Forgot Me and I Fell.— Lady Mildred, in Browning's "Blot on 7*. the Scutcheon." St. Luke xix. 10. 1 " God forgot me, and I fell" — Cry of anguish ! wail from Hell ! Lady, list to no such plea, God hath not forgotten thee. 2 " God forgot me and 7 fell," — Nay, the truth thou dost not tell ; Long God strove to make Thee His, Flash'd upon Thee bliss of bliss. 3 " God forgot me and I fell " — Vain thus conscience seek to quell ; Vain thy God thus to accuse, When thou mercy didst refuse. 4 " God forgot me and I fell" — Do such proud words in Thee swell ? Let Thy cheek with blushes burn ; " Guilty " to Thy God return. 5 God forgot vie and I fell" — On the past no longer dwell ; As Thou art, to Jesus flee ; Let Him show His power in thee. 6 " God forgot me and I fell" — Rings the Cross, Despair's death-knell; Jesus never has forgot ; All thy guilt He waits to blot. CONSCIENCE; OR SHORT WORK WITH UNBELIEF— PURITY. 'J3 345. Conscience; or, Short Work with Unbelief. " This is John the Baptist ; he is risen front the dead." — Herod the Sadducee (St. Matt. xiv. 2 and St. Mark xii. ; and Acts of the Apostles xxiii.J 9s. 1 What— what is this that me startles so? I thought old beliefs I had let go ; Lifting- anchor and sailing far off [scoff ! Where I might more freely think — and But lo ! a strange terror on me lies As tho' a ghost stood before my eyes ; My sin of old I find is not gone Or buried as dead beneath a stone : There it flames ! ha ! I feel as if haunted, Nay, I must e'en own it. I am daunted ; In spite of myself pierc'd is my mail And an awful something doth me ail : What — what is this that me startles so ? I thought old beliefs I had let go. 2 So long as 'tis only intellect That the great truths of God doth reject, There may be a quiet — call it ease — There may be a kind of pseudo-peace ; But when the deep moral nature' rises It stirs the soul — ah ! with dread surprises; Conscience clanging like a wave-swung bell, Low-ton'd, yet searchingly audible ; Calling up the long-forgotten Past So that the man is bowed aghast Before himself; and beneath the stress Wakes up and affirms his humanness : What —what is this that me startles so? I thought old beliefs I had let go. 3 Thus was it with base Herod of old [cold Who, while the murder'd John still lay-a- In his lowly Samaritan grave ; Cower'd like a hound or a beaten slave ; When tidings ran thro' his public hall That the Lord Christ held high festival ; Proclaiming His kingdom from Above And working His miracles of love ; Mutter'd as between his clenched teeth — As sabre bright-flashing from its sheath — " 'Tis beheaded John ! ha ! I put in prison, The murder'd John again up-risen! " What — what is this that me startles so r I thought old beliefs I had let go. 4 Ev'n as with the erewhile Sadducee [see ; Who conscience-conquer'd, the truth did His disbeliefs fell off like spray And not a beast but a man stood at bay. So in the present far-on time There throbbeth within us, clear, sublime, That life of life which no creed can bind, That something deeper than even mind ; The moral, firm-asserting itself Unbribable by logic as pelf ; Ah ! the soul in presence of a sin Breaks all nets Unbelief can spin ! What — what is this that me startles so? I thought old beliefs I had let go. 5 I've seen it oft — with a sweet relief — What short work is made of unbelief, When conscience awakens, and with a cry Penitentially owns its agony; By the grave of the lov'd I've seen it wake And atheist to his centre shake ; Until with whisper'd, " It may be true," He has been led his creed to review ; I've heard as the tempest swept the sea Your atheist sob " God have mercy on me ! " And thus 'tis ever. Conscience will live, Ruling by deathless prerogative ; What — what is this that me startles so? I thought old beliefs I had let go. 346. Purity. St. John viii. 10-11. 1 The purity of fire not snow, That chills not but as flame doth glow ; The purity that takes no stain Tho' it at Danger's post remain ; O this be mine Thou " Holy One" By Thy sweet benediction. 156 MADNESS— ECSTASY. Tho' in the World not of it Lord, May I no more forget Thy Word ; However " tempted," my watchword be, " Pure by the Lord's Own purity ;" O this be mine Thou " Holy One " By Thy sweet benediction. I would not from the vilest turn, Rather with Thy compassion burn ; Wherever by Thy Spirit " led," Go would I, Lord, all unafraid ; O this be mine Thou " Holy One " By Thy sweet benediction. Forbid that T should seek to shirk The doing' of ne'er so trying work , With Thy " call," lift on me Thy Face, That for all duty I find grace : O this me mine, Thou "Holy One," By Thy sweet benediction. Repeat St. i . 347. Holy Madness. Acts of the Apostles c. xxvi. 25. 1 The World may count me " mad " Because I sing and shout ; But how should I be sad, Free'd from an evil rout ? I'll sing and sing again ; Jesus, my glad refrain. 2 Hell-worthy long I was ; Captive and slave of sin ; Hasting without a pause, Base eminence to win ; But Jesus broke my chain E'en as I rush'd amain. 3 Christ-conscious now, I know He all my guilt has borne ; I find my heart to glow, As still to Him I turn ; So sing and sing again ; JESUS, my glad refrain. 4 Like lame man heal'd me see ; What wonder if I dance ! 6s. How can I silent be, With light for ignorance? Lo ! Jesus broke my chain E'en as I rush'd amain. 5 Poor am I here on earth ; Unknown of rich and great ; But giv'n the great "new birth,' I know my high estate. And sing and sing again ; Jesus, my glad refrain. fa I sing, I shout, I leap, To tell my boundless joy ; I am so glad I weep, None shall my song destroy ; I'll sing and sing again ; Jesus, my glad refrain. 343. xn. Ecstasy. 2 Cor. Laud, Lord, for Ecstasy That lifts from Earth to sky ; That, by The Spirit shaken I Lord to thee am taken; " Caught up," like Paul of old, To see things manifold. I seem to touch the stars ; I've plac'd my hand on Mars ; My soul expands its wings Shown inmost life of things ; I "walk " with Thee, O God ! Freed from my body's load. Call it not mysticism — Term base as ever — schism ; For 'tis the " mind of Christ," In His love all unprie'd ; "I and the Father One, Ye One in Me alone." I rise above terrene ; I see the else unseen ; Gaze on the Infinite, The source of life and light ; Rise unto the Eternal In His great House supernal. ECSTASY— LIFE A MYSTERY 1 57 5 Behold ! I traverse Space; I heed not Time to trace ; Leave Earth and Sin behind, Swift-speeding as the wind ; Still toward God high soaring - , The triune God adoring. 6 My being's apparition I see by intuition ; Nets subtly interlaced ; Light by vast shadow chas'd ; The unseen clear, as seen Without a hind'ring screen. 7 " Powers of the world to come " So awe me I am dumb ; I worship God a-hush, O'er ine there seems to rush Angelic wings full wondrous With blended praises thund'rous. 8 Lord ! Blessing, honour, thanks, For grace me, sinner, ranks With high-adoring hosts Arriv'd on Heaven's coasts : Laud for Eternity Flash'd me in Ecstasy. q My soul, like tongues of fire Leaping from altar-pyre ; Hands-breadth of incense smoke O'er which strange brightness broke ; Beneath — a burning heart Empierc'd with many a dart. io Above — a pleading eye Turn'd Christ-ward steadfastly; All hieroglyphs, I ween, Yet deep truths in them seen ; Thereby are bodied forth Things all unseen on Earth. 1 1 Things subtle 'bove our touch That in the unknown couch , Fine-spun as gossamer Or rainbow in dark air ; Threads woven in a loom Whose finish' d web is —doom. 12 Laud, Lord, for Ecstasy That lifts from Earth to sky ; I leave my body's tent And climb the firmament ; Laud ! I can ante-date The great words ultimate. Laud Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Who 'fore the Three-One God may boast ? 349. Life a Mystery. 7s. Col. i. i(). 1 O HOW life swarms in the grass ! — Shewn as sunbeams thro' it pass ; How upon each tiny leaf Yea, in cut grain and in sheaf ; Pulsates, quivereth and gleams ; And in each drop of the streams, And rank pool and wayside pond, Ev'n by naked eye is found Ever-palpitating life, Interlink'd with a strange strife : O the mystery of things ! Dark the shadow that it flings. 2 Still it comes, and still it goes, And perpetual change it shews ; Hidden life is universal, This mimetic sad rehearsal Of our very human being — Lord God ! all beneath Thy seeing : Gives me pause — and on bow'd knee I implore a-wonderingly If this dread strife came of Sin Or what was its origin ? O the mystery of things! Dark the shadow that it flings. 3 Thus is it where'er I turn, Nor will questionings inurn ; Fruitless all and fugitive, One of thousand blooms will live ; Formed — nurtur'd — then defac'd : Prodigality of waste ; Insect-life : how short the date ! So rich-hued no Art can mate, i5§ DESPONDENCY -PENITENCE. Yet from birth to death, one day: 'Tis like labour flung away : O the mystery of thing's ! Dark the shadow that it flings. 4 I look deeper — still 'tis thus, Law of least life holds of us ; Lo ! each beating of our pulse May well even Faith convulse : Mother's travail kindling joy In fair infant — the alloy Follows — swift and suddenly — Scarcely born until they die: Homesalldarken'd, heart-hopes quench'd, L fe not taen but rather wrench'd ; O the mystery of things! Dark the shadow that it flings. 5 O have patience, my sad soul : On The Christ thy burden roll ; He is Lord supreme of life, He is Peace through all this strife ; His the secret — -'tis not thine ; Pl'RPOSE He works is divine ; What thou know'st not, cannot know, Whilst Thou walkest here below, By and bye on other side Thou shalt know — and more beside : O the mystery of things ! But the Cross light to us brings. 350. Despondency. 9-S-9-5. Isaiah xl. ji. i O Lord, I come before Thee kneeling, But I bring no praise ; Thy joy I do not know ; no feeling My sunk heart doth raise. 2 O Lord, I come before Thee kneeling, But I cannot fly ; To Thee, my inner thoughts unsealing ; Laggard, dull am I. 3 O Lord, I come before Thee kneeling, But I do not run ; To do Thy will — 'twere but concealing The sad truth to shun. 4 O Lord, I come before Thee kneeling, But I only creep ; Come wasted-conscience bell-like pealing As from some high steep. 5 O Lord, I come before Thee kneeling, But my faith is gone ; Forgive my sorrowful appealing, From a heart of stone. 6 O Lord, I come before Thee kneeling, But I dare not pray; Blank, blinding darkness o'er me stealing Takes my words away. 351. Penitence. 7s. .SY. Luke xvlii. ij. 1 Sinner's Saviour ! Wilt impart To my heavy-laden heart Holy shame of Penitence? — Glorifying even sense ; Tinging the pale cheek with blush Pure as red rose on its bush. 2 Sinner's Saviour ! Thou know'st all ; In dismay, 'fore Thee I fall ; Knowest how Prosperity Chill'd " first love " till it did die ; Pardon, Lord, and me restore ; Let me hear " Go, sin no more." 3 Sinner's Saviour ! Wilt refuse ? Hold at arm's length and accuse? Nay, in mercy dost declare Welcome sure to whomsoe'er; Blot out all my sin and shame, As I call upon Thy Name. 4 Sinner's Saviour ! lo ! I turn To Thy Blood — O do not spurn ; Save me, Lord, from " second death," Quicken by life-giving breath ; Penitence into love change, That from Thee I ne'er may range. NOBLEST THINGS FIND VILEST USING— JOHN KEBLE LS9 352 Self-Emptiness : ' Blood.' The Precious / Peter, i. j(). js. i Not in me, Lord, not in me, Is there "good " that Thou can'st see ; If there's "good " to meet Thine eye, It Thy grace doth magnify ; All of fair, or bright, or good, I owe to "the precious blood." 2 Not in me, Lord, not in me, Is there power from sin to free; If there's freedom — Pride dismiss : To Thee be ascrib'd the bliss ; All of fair, or bright, or good, I owe to " the precious blood." 3 Not in me, Lord, not in me, Is it from my sin to flee ; Ah ! To flee I am so slow ! Yea, I need Thy scourge, Thy blow ; All of fair, or bright, or good, I owe to " the precious blood." 4 Not in me, Lord, not in me, Found is Thy saints' holy glee ; Faint and fitful is my voice, Rare the moments 1 rejoice ; All of fair, or bright, or good, I owe to " the precious blood.'' 5 Not in me, Lord, not in me, Is there argument or plea ; Save that I a sinner am, Thou, the all-atoning Lamb : All of fair, or bright, or good, I owe to " the precious blood." 6 Not in me, Lord, not in me — This my plaint on bended knee ; Aught of "worthy," is of grace, Lord lift Thou on me Thy Face : All of fair, or bright, or good, I owe to " the precious blood." 353. Noblest Things find Vilest Using."- — John Keble. Jude 4. 7s. 1 " Noblest things find vilest using" Man his God's best gifts abusing; Lo ! the broad fields of the corn Of benignant sunshine born ; Turned into deadliest bale, Hell's own dreadful lord might hail. 2 " Noblest things find vilest using," The clear light of Heav'n refusing ; The sweet warblers of the Wood Fashion sheds their inn'cent blood ; Rank and Beauty's heartless pride Wear their plumes whate'er betide. 3 " A T oblest things find vilest using," Highest-seated lo ! accusing; Riches giv'n for others weal Held fast as with bands of steel ; Self the centre, and God's poor, Scour'd — to heap up more and more. 4 " N'oblest things find vilest using," Vain all shallow, false accusing ; Art pandering unto Sense With audacious insolence ; Meant to awe and purify Reworking myth of "the sty." 5 " Noblest things find vilest using," Hidden poison deft infusing ; Genius writes the evil book, Faith in God and man is shook ; Turning light to darkness deep ; Hopeless, leaving men to weep. 6 " Noblest things find vilest itsing," Nor is the sharp' charge traducing ; Lo ! the holy thing call'd love Oft does it degraded prove ; Fit the soul to lift to God, Alas ! It turns to Passion's rod. i6o CHI FA COSE DI CRISTO, CON CRISTO DEVE STAR SEMPRE. 7 " Noblest things find vilest using" How proof rises to our musing; ! Ev'n the very Church of Christ- Bought by Jesus' love unpric'd ; Fails his Charter to make good ; Tramples on "the precious blood." 354 "Lord! I believe, help mine unbelief." — .S7. Matt. ix. jx. 70s. 1 Why this fear mingling 7vi/h thy faith , in v soul As trembling points the needle to the pole ? Thy care, and all thy care, upon Him lay. He asks it of thee : Wilt thousay Him nay? 2 Why this fear mingling-with thy faith, my soul ? Why sinks thy heart 'cause waves around thee roll ? Come dreadest tempest, He is ever nigh; Catch thou His great word — "Fear not, it is I." 3 Why this fear-mingling with thy fait li, my soul, Thy Hope beclouded whilst thou dost extol ? Rest thou on Him — who trusts in Him is blest-; He will not leave thee orsee thee opprest. 4 Why th isfea r m ing/iug w ith thy fa ith , my soul ? The Lord preserves His own, from start to goal ; Whom the Lord loves He loves unto the end ; Nor ever fails, all needed help to send. 5 If liy th isfea r m ing/iug with thy fa ith , my soul ? Ring out the joy-bells, do not doleful toll : He thy glad mouth will fill with conqu'ring mirth ; Thy Saviour sure, tho' God of all the Earth. 6 Why this fear mingling with thy faith, my soul ? Fill thee up, page by page, thy life's full scroll ; Or clear, or dim, or fair, or blurr'd, His eye Reads all, — knows all, in sweet benignity. 355. Chi fa cose di Cristo, con Cristo DEVE STAR SEMPRE. — Vasari. "■ I have set the Lord always before me." - Psalm xvi. S. l Who does the things of Christ with Christ must always be : O ever-present Saviour, open my eves to see ! That I may know and feel that Thou art to me near My upward looks to mark — mast broken prayer to hear ; Thy sainted servant's words, Lord, I bring unto Thee : Who does the things of Christ with Christ must always be. 2 Who does the things of Christ with Christ must always be : Can privilege so wondrous be given unto me ? Yea, Lord, for Thou hast spoken Thy least ones to sustain, That he who seeks Thy presence shall never seek in vain ; Lord ! Fit me for Thy presence and for Thy ministry : Who does the things of Christ with Christ must always be. 3 Who does the things of Christ with Christ must always be : Saviour divine yet man, Thou comest tenderly : With " still small voice" Thou whlsp'rest to the list'ning heart, " Lo ! I am with you alway ;" nor e'er shalt Thou depart : HALTING- BUBBLE. i6r Rejoice, rejoice my soul in thy sweet liberty : Who docs the flings of Christ with Christ must always be. 4 Who does the things of Christ with Christ must always be : I'd read the poignant words in all humility ; From Thee, in Thee, with Thee, fulfil would I each task, The sfra~e I need bestow'd, not what I dimly ask ; Vet ask I ever would, and this my lowly plea ; Who does the tilings of Christ with Christ must always be. 5 Who docs the things of Christ with Christ must always be : My life's sw r eet music, Lord, wilt Thou set to this key? That on this hither side I aye may walk, in whiteness Myself, my work, my all, transfigur'd by Thy brightness; So all that hurts or hinders, shall I, grace- held, still flee ; Who does the thin is of Christ with Christ must always be. |356 Halting. Gen. xxxii. 31. 8s. 1 O God, my God, I seek to know How is it I thus "halting" go? I have not prov'd of pray' r the might By wrestling thro' the long lone night ; I have not felt Thy awful touch Lest I should boast me over-much : Alas ! I've naught at all to boast, A sinner sav'd at best and most : O God, my God, I seek to know, How is it I thus " halting " go ? 2 Reveal, O God, in love reveal, If secret sin my strength doth steal ; If unsuspected in me lie That which to Thee is treachery, Let Thy light flash a poignant flame, That I may see in red-cheek'd shame; At all costs, my course would I run As I would hear Thy great "Well done;" God, my God, I seek to know How is it I thus " halting" go? 3 Not Jacob's "halting "but his "power' 1 cry for, of Thy blood-bought dower ; Bestow on me Thy holy strength That I may overcome at length : Yea, find within my heart such life As makes conqueror in all strife ; Thy grace within, no foes without Shall fill me or with fear or doubt ; O God, my God, I seek to know How is it I thus " halting " go ? 4 O God I am in sorest need, But " smoking flax" or "bruised reed;" Kindle my flame, my bruises heal, Thy full Name unto me reveal ; No longer " halting " may I go, But with my first love's fervour glow ; Constrain, restrain, by Thy sweat will, That my full stature I fulfil ; O God, my God, I seek to know How is it I thus " halting " go ? 357. Bubble. James iv. 14. 8s. 1 Thou Bubble swimming thro' the air With changing tints to Art's despair ; Sapphire— emerald— dazzling gold, Onyx and crimson, fold on fold ; What a sharp message Thou dost give By Thv strange beauty fugitive ! Radiant as ever Beauty's daughter, — Anon, a drop of turbid water. 2 Even so all that our Earth proffers .In its madly-alluring offers; Ah ' Deftest masks will slip awry And we the Temptress' facj descry; i6z MYSTERY OF BEING DAS UNBEWUSSTE— THE UNCONSCIOUS. Tendering' in her fleshless hand Pleasures that no scrutiny stand ; Sweet i' the mouth but bitter soon, And ah ! no sooner gain'd than gone. 3 My soul, wilt Thou the lesson 'tend ? Swift let it to thy knees thee send ; Real pleasures are permanent, Ev n tho' with bitter they be blent; Walk thou the Earth 'franchis'd of Him, This will all transient glory dim ; " Kept'' of the Lord, still look Above, Thou shalt in joy and peace on move. 4 Repeat St. i . 3j8 Mystery of Being. 6ft. . lets of Apostles xvii. 28. 1 I hear the rush of the sap, within the veins of the trees, Above the deep-breathing wind, anil the birds' sweet melodies ; The mystery of life ! Yet " dead" o'er it we dare to write ; Lo! It is all around me— far, near, and left and right. 2 And does not God its Maker, the Universe sustain ? Is not Creation's travail the lengthening of Christ's pain ? I see The Cross all round me, on green earth and blue sky : How long, Lord Christ, till Thou lift this shadow scatt'ringly ? 3 Growth life in death — decay— where'er my eyes I turn, Reigning 'midst tlower-starr'd grass, and up where the planets burn ; My God, wilt Thou break silence and our aching hearts assure That not for aye and aye these enigmas shall endure ? 4 As red leaves fall in the forest and flowers fade on the lea, So cycles of men pass still into vast Eternity ; Aye sinning, striving, falling — the struggle old abides ; But Thou o'errulest all things as Thou dost rule the tides. 5 Fill us with Faith, Lord Jesus, in Tin- great Word and Thee, That come the deepest darkness, we still Thy Face may see ; O help us on Thy P.romise still more and more to rest ; That all things work together to Thy chosen for the best. 359- DASUNBEvVl T SSTE(THE UNCONSCIOUS). Acts of the Apostles -xvii. 28. 6s. •■ I cannot lulp observing tin' remarkable force with which tho Uucou-icioui— das Uabewusste — vindicated its power. The weight of this element in human affairs is sa unmi t iki'ble ttat whole theologies have been founrh; 1 ui o 1 the observation of the worldlier of this singlo power e g Calvinism and Mahometan sm. By whatever name you cull it. the Unconsc ou.s is found control I H7 each man's destiny w tlmut. or in defiance o hiswill '' — M.vuk I'.vTiiso.N (Memoirs c. vii. pp. 320-3"). 1 Creator of my soul Thou dost its tides control ; Thou dost on me bestow All grace for ebb and flow; Yea, dost me still upstay, That I walk " in the Way.'' 2 For the UNCONSCIOUS, Lord, — Tho' speaking rebel word; A note of thanks I raise, That thro' my darkest days Upon it I can rest. Nor longer be opprest. 3 " My Lord, my God," I feel " The wheel within a wheel;" Thy Spirit holds me up, And sweetly fills my cup ; That I do know Thy Being Far far beyond mere seeing. A BACKSLIDER AWAKENED AT KESWICK CONVENTION, 1890. 163 4 I ever find Thee nig-h, Whether I sing - or sigh; Closer than ambient air; Nearer than nearest near; Piercing- me through and through, Whatever I may do. 5 Thy Presence me invests, Thrice-proven thro' all tests; Lo ! Thy fix'd purpose stands — As Sea within its strands; Vet 'tis no rigid Fate; Man is inviolate. 6 Laud ! For the Holy Breath That brings life out of death; That raises Sin's vast load ; That makes me son of God; That lifts all fears above; That melts my heart in love. 7 Ah ! The Unconcious, Lord, Lies like a sheathed sword; Keeping still watch and ward, From evil to retard ; Silent, but strong its power, Enclasping ev'ry hour. S Lord ! As heart's diastole Thou secrets of the soul Holdest in Thine Own Hand ; Rulest without command; Persuading the free will; Safe-guarding us from ill. 9 'Tis not as we were things Devoid of moral springs ; Thou leavest us to choose, But savest from abuse; Thy grace more strong than sin, That we may vic'try win. 10 As David his harp smote, I strike a grateful note ; For instincts Thou hast seal'd, Be my loud thanks still peal'd; The UNCONSCIOUS, in me Shapeth my destiny. 360- A Backslider Awakened at Keswick Convention, 1890. ( Under a"- address by the Rev. H. G. C. Motile, M.A- Principal of Ridley Hall, Cambridge J. 8,7. - o - .7.C.,. 1 I heard Thy words of love and grace — Tears in my eyes glistening; I lifted up to Thee my face, In enchanted listening ; I knew not then or time or space ; It was concious christening. 2Thy "still small voice," Lord, in those years Ran thro' all thought — all action; [fears; Bracing Faith's strength -stilling Hope's Drawing with gentlest traction; Alas ! alas ! how disappears First love's glow — save mere fraction, 3 1 come to Thee in penitence; To Thee, and to no other; O soften Thine omnipotence, Thou my Great Elder Brother! Conquer this cold indifference; This world-love grace doth smother. 4AII my transgressions, Lord, I own; " My sin is aye before me;" O never — never can be known, How oft Thot didst restore me ! Still rescue, Lord ! Thy grace be shown; As here, I, shamed, implore Thee. 5 Be this, O Lord ! Thy day of power; As my soul Thou art thrilling; Thou mightst have limited my hour, Thv holy wrath fulfilling; But ah ! not yet, my doom doth lour; Now — now " make Thou me willing"." i6 4 THE SECRET OF THE LORD WORTH OF HUMAN LIFE. 361- The Secret of the Lord. 6s. Ps. XXV. I-/.. i " The Secret of the Lord" sweet phrase of the Word ; Vet pierces as a sword. 2 Alas ! O Lord, I feel, Ev'n as 'fore Thee I kneel, Thou still hast to ' reveal.' 3 " Tli e Secret of the Lord" With richest blessing's stor'd ; How it doth all accord ! 4 I mourn, when Thou wast nigh, 1 rais'd no heart-born cry, Yea, lifted not my eye. 5 " The Secret of the Lord" Of Heav'n and Earth ador'd ; 'Tis like sweet ointment pour'd. 6 Lord ! I to Thee draw near; Give me the list'ning ear; Thy "still small voice" to hear. 7 ' ' The Secret of the Lord;" His peace and joy restor'd ; What strength it doth afford. 8 My Saviour, hear my sigh; As at Thy feet I lie; Pass — O pass me not by ! 382. Worth of Human Life. Ss. Job x. 8-12: Ps xci It: 1 Peter iv. 3: Romans vi. ..'■!. 1 O the stupendous worth of life ! As witness'd by the complex strife To win men or for Heav'n or Hell — God to obey, or to rebel. 2 What possibilities of good, Roll in upon us, like a flood ! What possibilities of ill, Inflame desire and capture will ! 3O human life is splendid dower If known is secret of its power ! The Christ of God for Saviour taken, And Faith and Hope and Love unhsakcn. 4 " The su/frings of this present time " As mists fade, when, Faith-wing'd, weclimb To Him Who sits upon the Thrones- God over all, and God alone. 5 Forbid, O Lord, that I should fail, Clad in invulnerable mail ; Still may I fight for Trith and Right, The world's woes lessen, in Thy might. 6 Alas! for Sin importunate ! Alas ! for selfishness and hate ! Alas ! That with God s love reveal'd Men's hearts should still abide so steel'd. 7O the stupendous worth of life ! As witness'd by the complex strife To win men or for Heav'n or Hell — God to obev, or to rebel. 363. Christ's Freedman. — Ephcsiavs iv. 22-24 1 2 Cor. xiii. 5. 8s. 1 The holy bondage of Thy love Lord ! Wilt Thou unto me impart ? More and still more within me move ; Take full possession of my heart, Possession full — whate'er the smart. 2 " The holy bondage of Thy love ; " Thy bondsman, Lord, but not a slave ; May my obedience still approve How conquering Thou art to save ; Soft-hushing Passion's strongest wave. 3 " The holy bondage of Thy love;" O'ercominglife in Thee "made strong;" The gifts of grace all gifts above That sets all discords unto song ; Placing the "heavenlies" among. 4 " The holy bondage of Thy love;"[grace; Blood-bought, biood-seal'd, and all of Thy white w.ngs flash, O Holy Dove ! My heart be aye Thy dwelling-place; And Jesus ! lift on me Thy Face. HOLINESS— HATRED OF SIN". 165 8. (8Mslia» ©rarrs. 364. - Holiness. 8s. '• Ye Iikiw 'not irhat yc risk.'' — >SV. Malt xx. :>J [Cf. St. Auijvxtive: " l)c Civitate Dei," lib. xiv., exxcii. fur t>(. 5.) 1 O LORD, I bear an aching' heart ; Ease me of sin, whate'er the smart ; Within, without, I would be pure ; Lord, hear my cry ! Lord, work my cure ! 1 know not all I ask in this, But give, O give me holiness. 2 Wild is the tumult in mj breast ; Oli ! how I long for Thy deep rest ; Behind thick clouds is hid Thy Face ; Thy Face reveal of Thy great grace ; I know not all I ask in this, But give, O give me holiness. 3O Lord, to dust my faint soul cleaves ; Rich is Thy sowing, few my sheaves ; I own Thy bounteous gifts, but mourn My scanty and perverse return ; I know not all I ask in this, But give, O give me holiness ! 4O Lord, accept my stammering pray'r ; Work in me by what means soe'er The change I need ; to sin Fd die That I may live with Thee on high ; I know not all I ask in this, But give, O give me holiness ! 5 Break ev'ry earthly tie that binds ; Disperse each wildering mist that blinds ; Search me, and try, and clean remove Whatever shares with Thee, my love; I know not all I ask in this, But give, O give me holiness ! 60 Lord, I bear an aching heart, All piere'd with sin's empoison'd dart ; Thou, Good Physician, work the cure, Me purify as Thou art pure ; I know not all I ask in this, But give, O give me holiness ! 85. FIatreu of Sin. Ps xerii. 10 ; cxxxix 22. 7s. 1 O FOR God's Own hate of sin ! As it stings and taints within ; Seen of no one's eyes but mine, Search'd all thro',0 Christ, of Thine ; Bow me, Lord, in lowliness, That I all may full confess. 2 Thy pure hate of sin impart, Mostly, Lord, in my own heart ; That I guilt feel more than woe, Seek Sin's sinfulness to know ; Not as damning, but as stain, Nor Thy pard'ning grace disdain. 3 Thine Own hate of sin, O Lord, Wilt Thou in gracious love afford ! That whilst it elsewhere I see I may see it pityingly — Sinner sev'ring from his sin — Eager, erring men to win. 4 Thy pure hate of sin, that grieves, Whilst against hope it believes ; Give me this, Lord, as I cry, Deeper human sympathy ; With no supercihous glance On excusing circumstance. 5 Thine Own hate of sin, with sense Of self-needed penitence, All untouch'd of injury ; Folly holding it to be, To hate sin but as we find It some duty on us bind. 6 Thy pure hate of sin, that moves In Incarnate Love's great grooves ; Not in anger, striving still To enfranchise shackled will ; By the Gospel's tender art Draw to choose Mary's "good part." 7 Repeal St. 1 . 1 66 GOD OF HOPE— FAITH. 366. God of Hope. Eotnans xv. 13. 7s. 1 " God of Hope ! " O golden word ! But with gleam as of a sword Unto those, who unbelieving' Still walk faint and ever grieving; Still go in perplexity Tho' the lamp of Love be nigh ; Not a star in all heav'n's cope, Yet Thou, God, art " God of Hope." 2 " God of Hope ! " O winsome name ! Fitted to put us to shame ; Who e'en with the light clear-shining Still go wayward and repining ; By Despair in darkness led, Lorn and all uncomforted ; Deeming it not fact but trope, That Thou art the " God of Hope." 3 " God of Hope !" O dulcet note ! Sweet as that from Heav'n did float, When to shepherds erst appointed Came the song of " The Anointed:" Why, O why will men not hear ? Why still live in doubt and fear ? Why not see but dimly grope ? When Thou art the "God of Hope." 4 "God of Hope!" O quick' ning phrase! Worthy of adoring praise ; Finding our hearts pierc'd by sin That still victory doth win ; Throbbing, aching, restless, sad-- How are we once more made glad ! As to drowwing comes a rope This me rescues, " God of Hope." 5 " God of Hope !■" for Jesus died : Was He not The Crucified ? " God of Hope ! " for Christ is risen, Now the grave no more a prison ; " God of Hope ! " Behold He stands Holding up High-priestly hands ; Rise my soul, no longer mope, God is still thy " God of Hope." 367. Peace. at. John xiv. 8.6.8.6 1 O Jesus, Fill us with Thy Peace— The Peace that knows no change ; The peace thatguarded by Thy strength, Counts trials nothing strange. 2 O Jesus, Fill us with Thy Peace — The peace that looks without, And sees a heav'nly Father's smile, Nor ever knows a doubt. 3 O Jesus, Fill us with Thy Peace - The peace that lives Above; And running in the Christian path, Wins the great prize of love. 4 O Jesus, Fill us with Thy Peace — The peace that turns to rest; The peace that with a John-like trust, Leans on Thy beating breast. 5 O Jesus, Fill us with Thy Peace — The peace that changeth never ; The peace that sanctified of Thee, Still floweth as a river. 368- Faith. Ephesians yi. iu.iS. 7.6.7.6.6.7.7.6. 1 O Faith, which Christ bestovveth On the heart-changed breast ! O Faith, which inly gloweth To reach the heav'nly rest! Lord, make it still more strong; All hindrances subduing; The "narrow way " pursuing: At most, not very long. 2 O Faith — a shield quick-shifted, 'Gainst ev'ry fiery dart ! O Faith, that bold, uplifted, Fencest the tempted heart ! Lord, Thou dost give tl is shield, And be it struck or dinted By weapons in hell minted, God's children do not yield. PATIENT WAITING- FORGIVINGNESS. 167 3 O Faith, thou sword that smitest, With more than mortal blow! O Faith, that naught affrightest Howsoe'er deadly loe! Lord, this Thy sword who takes, The grimmest fight advancing, He feareth no mischancing ; Hell's fortress, lo ! He shakes. 4 O Faith — a lamp that shinest On pathway lone and dark ; O Faith, that ne'er repinest, But sing'st like soaring lark : Lord, Thou wilt guard our light, When dim, " fresh oil" inpouring, Attent to our imploring ; And guide thro' darkest night. 5 O Faith, to end still daring, E'en in the vale of Death ! May I, Thy courage sharing, Yield to my God my breath ! 'Mid deep'ning broad'ning gloom May I, still forward going, Whither I yo, well knowing, Find Thee, Christ, not the tomb. 369 Patient Waiting. 8s. " /it's/ in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him." — Psalm xxxvii. ?. 1 Lord, wilt Thou Thine Own patience give, Since thus Thou askest us to live? That wrong'd, or fainting 'neath our cross We still bear on, nor " suffer loss: " Rest in the Lord; wait patiently. 2 Still Thou dost whisper, to restrain On bed of languor or of pain ; When weary, or when low and weak, And half-complainirigly we speak : Rest in the Lord ; wait patiently. 3 Alas ! alas ! 'tis hard to bide When toss'd and sleepless and sore tried : Look on us, Lord, in our unrest ; Calm with one word our troubled breast : Rest in the Lord ; wait patiently. 4 Long, silent, sweet, Thy patience is ; When Thou might 'st smite, bestowing bliss, Lord, may we still in Thee abide Aye looking to The Crucified : Rest in the Lord ; wait patiently. 370. FORC'.IVINGNESS. 8s. "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those iv/10 have trespassed against us." — St. Matt. vi. 12. 1 All thanks, O God of Earth and Heaven, For Thy thrice-gracious word — Forgiven; All thanks and praise, Thy " still small In early years made me rejoice; [voice Softly it came, like breathing wind, [find. When me Thy " lost sheep " Thou did'st -All thanks, O God of Earth and Heaven, For Thy pitiful word — Forgiven ; And do Thou make me so to live Through all the years Thou mayest give ; That I shew forth from day to day, Thy rich forgivingness alway. 3 All thanks, O God of Earth and Heaven, for Thy transforming word — Forgiven; This —this I ever, Lord, would keep In heart of hearts, ev'n when I weep ; Wrong'd and belied — betray'd — forsaken; Their sting from all, Thy grace has taken. 4 All thanks, O God of Earth and Heaven, For Thy most loving word — Forgiven ; And when at times my heart has swell' d And 'gainst hard usage has rebell'd ; Myself I've conquered through Thee Forgiving as Thou forgivest me. 5 All thanks, O God of Earth and Heaven; For Thy great, holy word — Forgiven ; Alas ! O God, I must confess But for Thy grace, my helplessness ; Ingratitude — it stings me sore; Tin' clemency give more and more. 6 Repeat St. 1. 1 68 THE MEEK— PURITY" 371. The Meek. St. Mait, v. 5. 7s. 1 Blessed Jesus, we would seek To be made, and still kept " meek;" Wilt Thou take our sin-thrall'd will And us with Thy meekness fill ? 2 Slow to anger we would be ; Ever Thine example see ; Smitten, turn the other cheek By Thy tender grace held " meek." 3 Never loud and harshly speak, Softly, as becomes the "meek;" Patient as Thou patient wast, Ev'n with insult on us cast. 4 Kindness, met with base return, Let not passion in us burn ; Never vengeance try to wreak ; Knowing' " blessed are the meek." 5 Lord, alas ! We are but weak, Apt to shrink from being " meek;" Hold it manly to be strong ; Never deign to suffer wrong. 6 Change, O Lord, our thought and feeling, Thine Own meekness still revealing ; Blessed Jesus, we would seek To be made, and still kept, " meek." 372. Song of Joy. 8s. Pli'dippians Hi. j: 1 Thess. ?'. i(>. 1 Lord, we would not only seek Thee, When our souls are dark and sad ; We would come and sing before Thee, For the light that makes us glad. 2 Lord, we would not ever grieve Thee, With our anguish and annoy ; We would bound and sing before Thee, For the fulness of our joy. 3 Lord, We would not always bring Thee, Plaints, and wails, and sobs, and sighs; We would eager sing before Thee, Of our Cross-drawn ecstasies. 4 Lord, We would not ever lift Thee Eyes all swimming with hot tears; We would thankful sing before Thee, For the hushing of our fears 5 Lord, We would not wait upon Thee, As in some confessional; Thou art ours, we sing before Thee, We no longer are in thrall. 6 Lord, We would not only seek Thee, In our dull and lonely days; We would joyous sing before Thee; We would fill our mouths with praise. 373. Purity. St. Matt. v. 8. 10s. 1 T>HOt' tell'st us, Lord, "blest are the pure in heart ; " We would be blest : Wilt Thou Thy grace impart ? Alas, thick falls on us as falls the dust, The thought that stains, desire that taints our trust ; O ! undertake Thou, Lord for us, and cure ; Whate'er it cost, make us and keep us pure. 2 Thou tell'st us, Lord, " blest are the pure in heart ; " To purify ourselves, we have no art ; The secret, Lord, is Thine : Wilt whisper low That by Thy "still small voice" we mayit know ; O Christ, unworthy we this to procure ; Vet, gracious Lord, we would, we would be pure. 3 Thou tell'st us, Lord, " blest are the pure in heart ; " But when we long for it, sin will us thwart; Again and yet again we quiv 'ring feel How that we would not do will on us steal; O Lord, how can Thy patience thus endure! Forgive, forgive, and Thyself make us pur*. OBEDIENCE, OR "THE NEW CART," v. "THE NEW HEART." 16c) 4TI1011 tell'st us, Lord, " blest are the pure in heart ; " But hard it is our grace and sin to part : Thou know'st the tumult and the conflict sore ; Thou seest how passions like chain'd lions roar ; O Lord, stand by, as we all sin abjure : By Thy grace conquering, we shall be pure 5 Thou tell'st us, Lord, " blest are the pure in heart ; " Behold us in the home and in the mart' Where'er we go, whate'er we do, this sin Still us besets and victory seems to win ; But Thou O Lord, the conquest dostassure; That we may see, O do Thou keep us pure. 374. Obedience, or "The New Cart,' v. "The New Heart." 1 Chron. xiv. 7-14. 6s. 1 Lord ! teach me to obey ! Lord ! lead me in Thy way ! Exactly to fulfil Thy clear-revealed Will ; Nor fail, nor go beyond With my own fancies fond. 2 Searching Thy Holy Word It flames to me like sword, To read of " The New Cart " That did divine law thwart ; The ark as on high throne Priests were to bear alone. 3 — So v hen the ark was taken In "new cart," and was shaken As on the road it went, But not of God thus sent ; Uzzah stretching his hand, Fell dead at God's command. 4 My soul, beware, beware, Doth not this still declare That none may God's words change Or from them dare to range ? Lord ! fill me with all awe That I may keep Thy Law. 5 Ah Lord ! I must confess Apt am I to transgress ; And bring Thee " L Tlic .Yew Cart" Instead of " The New Heart," Lord ! hear me, I beseech, And by Thy Spirit teach. 6 Obey, not sacrifice ; Old keep, not new devise ; Lord! this I seek te learn Thy blessing still to earn ; And bring Thee no " new cart" But choose the "better part." 375. To-day and not To-morrow. James iv. 15. lis. " / have not had a to-morrow for very many yea rs. ' ' — J a ines Robertson, of New ing- ton, Edinburgh. 1 I've not had a to-morrow for many years : I am trusting and living from day to day ; I'm often in weakness and often in fears, But I know my dear Jesus knows all my way. 2 I've not had a to-morrow for many years : Whv should I be anxious? To-morrow is His; Through all my life's voyage I sail as He steers ; For He's at the helm and safe guides me to bliss. 2,Tve not had a to-morrow for many years ; No choosing, no willing, save only His will ; Be it loss, be it gain, be it joy ov tears, Lo ! He leads me, ami feeds me, and helps me still. 170 CONTENT— PLEASING. 4 I've not had a t t-vt irrow for many years : Dark at time \ my road, but light gleams by-and-bv • ; Temptation an J trjuble come, yet as each nears He is still nearer with "Fear not, it is I!" §rve not had a t ^-morrow for many years : His lovingest answer has sometimes been "No;" I've seen it and felt it, aye spite of men's sneers : He ordereth all well, where my feet shall go. bL've not had a to-morrow for many years : O my Saviour! grant it may always be ; Wnilemy Faith still close clings and Hope perseveres, And in Thine Own good time, I shall be with Thee. 376- Content. 7s. " / have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. — Philippians iv. 11." 1 / have learn' d to be content ; But, my Lord, 'twas He that taught ; Rebel was my temperament ; ! the conquest in me wrought ! 2 I have learn' d tj be content ; Placing in ma Thy dear will ; Holding all I have as lent ; Trusting Thee not mine own skill. 3 / have learn d to be content ; But, my Lord, 'twas He that taught ; Wiiatsje'er to me is sent, 1 accept it, much or naught. 4 / have learn ' d to hi- content ; Working as and where I may; Spending now and being spent ; Singing thro' the longest day. 5 / have learnd to be content ; But, my Lord, 'twas He that taught; Joyous or in languishment ; Yet no choice have I in aught. 6 / have learn' d to be content ; E'en when walking without light ; Groping, troubled, diffident, Stars have risen in the night. 7 / have learn' d to be content ; But, my Lord, 'twas He that taught ; Gentle yet omnipotent, In His net of grace me caught. 8 / have learn' d to be content ; But my Lord, 'twas He that taught, Rebel was my temperament : O ! the conquest in me wrought ! 377. Pleasing. ios. " Let every one of ns please his neighbour for his good to edification. — Romans xv. 2. " Give none offence . . . even as /please all men in all things." — / Corinthian^ x. J-'-.lJ- " Walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing." — Colossiaus i. n>. "Adorn the doctrine." — Titus ii. 10. 1 Seek to be pleasant, seek to be winning ; Rudeness and sourness are kin to sinning; Seek to bring sunshine wherever you go ; Trust in a bright word far more than a blow. 2 Seek to be gladsome as 'mongst men ye move ; Frigid integrity quencheth all love ; Seek to be hopeful, and patient, and sweet ; Sombreness falls upon sore hearts like sleet. 3 Seek to be human to tempted and driven, Grasp the Lord's words "to seventy times seven ; " Seek to be gentle with vice ev'n and woe ; One look of love will cause tears to flow. qSeek to be "care full " for nothing at all, Cheerful and thankful whatever befal ; UNFEARING— SYMPATHY. '7' Seek still to show that He healeth your sears ; Trials bring joy as the Night bringeth stars. 5 Seek to know more howmuch you yourself need Pardoning mercy of Him Who did bleed ; Claim no false perfection — old Pharisees' art— Loveabje weaknesses knit heart to heart. 6 Repeat St. i. 373. Be Courteous, i Peter Hi. S. 8s. i "Be courteous " — such, Lord, is Thy will; And with Thy gentleness Thou'lt fill In Thy benignity divine, The heart that seeks to copy Thine. 2" Be courteous" — or to rich or poor, To either, neither less nor more ; Soft answer anger turns away More than when passion holdeth sway. 3 " Be courteous :" even to the rude, And evil overcome with i^ood ; While some will bless thee, some will ban, Through all, be thou Christ's gentleman 4" Be courteous " too, when fighting sin ; 'Tis thus most sure wilt vict'ry win ; Ne'er smite as lightning; shine as light ; For truth be strong, and brave for right. 379. Unfearing. 8s. " / will trust and not be afraid." — Isaiali xii. 2. 1 J' It trust and "mill nut he afraid: lie it in light, be it in shade ; The enemy visible and strong Or creeping stealthily along; O ! by Thy grace I shall be bold, If that Thy grace doth me enfold. 2 I'll trust and will not be afraid : With Thy great Hand upon me laid; And my poor hand enclasping Thine, And holding it in truth for mine ; Dangers may threaten me and lour, I'm in no enemy's hand of power. 3 /'// trust and will not be afraid : By Thine up-holding Sprit stav'd ; Beside Thee, Lord, I cannot fail; Thcu girdest me with Thine Own mail; Dost give to me for conqu'ring sword, The strength and power of Thy great Word. 4 I'll trust and will not be afraid : Thou my whole life-path hast survey'd; Aye, ordering all my steps aright, Enclosing me with Thy strong might ; grant, my God, that in Thy strength 1 may attain my home at length. 5 I'll trust and will not be afraid : But, ah ! I need Thy grace to aid ; Still show to me, Lord, Thy salvation From all my sin's erst degradation ; And fill my mouth with that glad song Which I in Heav'n shall prolong. 380. Sympathy. 1 OS. St. Matt. xii. 17-12. 1 O LORD, how hard and harsh we are! too oft The sharp word speaking rather than the soft ; How well may we in Holy Scripture read, Of "smoking flax" of Thine, and '"bruised reed !" 2 The timorous heart that kindness only lacks To rise in flame of faith, like "smoking flax," Breath'd on but gently ; we too often quench, And where we ought to fan we onlydrench. 17-2 THE THREE SISTERS— FAITH, HOPE, AXD LOVE. 3 The weary soul that toils along- the way, We chafe not soothe, exasperate not allay; Ah ! Lord, how different Thou, to human need ! How true, Thou " breakest not the bruised reed." 4O give Thy patience, Lord, Thygentleness, And with Thy lowliness our spirits bless ; That we in wounded hearts may drop Thy balm, Till e'en in midnight dark they sing their psalm. 5 If we ourselves have found, lo ! others seek ; If we ourselves be strong, see others weak; If we ourselves rejoice, other hearts bleed; Still "smoking flax" Thou seest and " bruised reed." 6Mentempted,fall;Lord,let not us be proud, In passion judging and with accent loud ; Forbid that on our lips aught else be found, Than 'sav'd by grace" and grace that did abound. 7 The best man, Lord, but man is at the best; O may this lowly thought high thoughts arrest ! Knowing for chief of sinners Thou dost plead ; E'en for the " smoking flax" and" bruised reed." 331. Tiii': Three Sisters — Faith, Hope, and Love. 1 Cor, xii. ij. 8s. j Ye linked three — Faith, Hope, and Love, Fairest of Graces from Above! O that I might within me find Your heav'nly trinity enshrined ! E'en Faith, that clings unto the Cross ; With Hope, that looks beyond the sky; And Love, that counts all things but loss, To win the rest that is on High. 2 Anoint our eyes, that we below, The walk of Faith, not sight, may know; Midst fiercest storms Hope's anchor cast, And still in Love our Lord hold fast ; E'en Faith, that clings unto the Cross With Hope, that looks beyond the sky; And Love, that countsall thingsbut loss; To win the rest that is en High ; 3 If we must bend beneath our load, Think on Thy Covenant, O God ! Help that we ne'er from Thee remove; Sustained by Faith, and Hope, and Love ; E'en Faith, that clings unto the Cross; With Hope, that looks beyond the sky ; And Love, that counts all things but loss, To win the rest that is on High. 4 Guard us, we pray, once-tempted One, That Satan boast no conquest won; Thou Who upon Thy Cross didst bleed, Knowest all graces that we need; E'en faith, that clings unto the Cross; With Hope, that looks beyond the sky; And love, that counts all things but loss, To win the rest that is on high. 5 And Thou, O Spirit, who dost strive ! To keep our death-drawn souls .dive; Grace with Thy greatest gifts impart, Faith, Hope, and Love in ev'ry heart : E'en Faith, that clings unto the Cross ; With Hope, that looks beyond the sky; And Love, that counts all things but loss, To win the rest that is on Hieh. 382. Faith, Hope, and Love. 1. Cor. 6s- .nu. 1 I bless Thee, Lord, for Faith, That rests upon " He saith ; " I bless Thee, Lord, for Hope, Strong with all fears to cope ; I bless Thee, Lord, for Love, In globe of light doth move, LOVE SEE\ THOUGH UNSEEN. 73 2 I bless Thee, Lord, for FAITH, Sustained by Thy breath ; I bless Thee, Lord, for Hope, Which sees where others grope ; I bless Thee, Lord, for Love, Grace every grace above. 3 I bless Thee, Lord, for Faith, Winner of many a wreath ; I bless Thee, Lord, for Hope, Reality not trope ; I bless Thee, Lord, for LOVE, May my life still approve ! 4 I bless Thee, Lord, for Faith, That sings in vale of Death; I bless Thee, Lord, for HOPE, Heav'n's own helioscope; I bless Thee, Lord, for Love, Make holy, Holy Dove! 5 O Saviour, give Thy tove, lfi That I shew Faith, Hote, Love ; Yea, may the gracious Threj Ever be found in me; Meetning for heav'nly rest ; Of the "white robe' possessed. 383- Love. 7s. '• The greatest of these is love." — 1 Cor. xiii. 33. "Let bntherhj love continue." — Ilchrews xiii. 1. 1 O Lord, grant that we may shew As we 'mongst our fellows go : That like Thee, we sympathize Where'er on any sorrow lies ; Whose and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian love. 2 Sign, sweet and infallible, May it in our bosom dwell ! And as perfume, day by day, Word and deed heart-change bewray ; Whose and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian lqve. 3 Poor, we would compassionate, Give a hand, not hold high state ; Weakest we would gently shield, Even when to sin they yield ; Whose and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian love. 4 Sad hearts — in their sorrowing We would have their story bring ; Lost — ay, tho' as Prodigal, To their Father back would call , Whose and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian love. 5 Vile — we would touch resolute, Unafraid touch will pollute ; Guiltiest — lead to the Rood, Pleading still the mighty blood : WIkv e and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian love. 6 In each man. Lord, we would see Precious soul most dear to Thee ; Fellow-sinner, and no worse, Like grace freeing from " the curse:" Whose and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian love. 7 Build up, Lord, the mystic wall, With Thy stones, or large or small; Let one temple all combine, Each with each and all as Thine ; Whose and what, Lord, we would prove By still more true Christian love. 384 Seen though Unseen. " When I see the blood." — Exodus xii. 1 O God, too often I am weak Alas ! so weak I cannot speak The thought that like a shadow falls Upon my soul and me appals, And even hides the mighty Rood ; But Thou dost say " / see the blood." 2 O God, too often I of Thee Lose sight; but never Thou of me ; 8s. '74 CHARACTER— GARMENTS OF SALVATION. Yea, when I walk in deepest fears Thou dost draw nigh and light appears ; Though from my heart is hid the Rood, Yet Thou dost say "7 see the blood." 3 O God, too often I confess I mourn in lightless loneliness ; Fearful and faint because that I Cannot my Saviour's face descry ; No vision of the uplifted Rood ; But Thou dost say " I see the blood." 4 O God, too often I do doubt No way from Sin's maze finding out ; Ah ! then Thou placest in my hand The "scarlet thread," and dost command; Seen or unseen I trust the Rood, Guided by this, "7 sec the blood." 385. Character. 8s. Acts of the Apostles xx. jj : i Cor. Hi. io. i BriLD thee up character, young man- Society may bless or ban ; Lay thy foundations strong and deep, For tempests over thee will sweep ; Begin with Christ — give Him thy heart, To fashion by His gracious art. 2 Thy Christianhood be no mere creed By Calvin, or by man decreed ; " Your life be hid with Christ in God;" On that lay no dogmatic load ; But be it thine to "grow in grace" By walk of Faith beneath His Face. 3 In homely moral qualities Lie grandest possibilities ; At all costs and whate'er befall Stand by THE VIRTUES one and all ; Be truthful, pure, upright, and brave, But aye a man — no abject slave. 4 Build Thee up Character, young man Society may bless or ban : Falsehood abounds and all chicane ; Conscience is oft put on (he strain ; Be thou still " faithful unto death " And Thou shalt win th' unfading wreath. 338. The Heart an Alabaster T>ox of Ointment for Jesus. /•/• St. Matt. xxvi. 7. S.S. 1 " Box of alabaster " broken- Mary's gift, and Love's sweet token ; Fragrant ointment on His Head ; Fragrant more the tears she shed. 2 Lord, my heart each day be filling With sweet grace 'bove flowers' distilling; By Thy gentle might then break, And a Mary's " box " it make. 3 Unto Thee, by Faith, still clinging, Lord, my broken heart I'm bringing; All my " ointment," cries and tears, Born of mingled hopes and fears. 4 Soft the words by Jesus spoken Of the " box " of ointment broken ; May He o'er my broken heart Whisper peace and heal its smart. 387. Garments of Salvation. 8s. Isaiah Ixi. 10. 1 " My God, my God," on Thy vast loom Thou weavest threads of bliss and doom ; These luminous and livid those, But clear design through all there goes. 2 No body-garment 'tis, Lord Christ, Thou thus dost weave in love unprie'd ; But clothing for the soul, as still Thou Thy great purpose dost fulfil. 3 Alas ! too oft is " sackcloth" worn, When careless walk leaves me to mourn ; But lo ! anon to me is giv'n The blood-bought ' 'white robes" of Heaven. 4 Lord ! I would put my garment on, Which on the Cross for me was won ; Thy robe of whiteness dipp'd in red By Him who ev'n for me, has bled. 5 With praise I fill my grateful lips: O let no cloud my joy eclipse ! With prayer I bow before Thy Throne, Thou pleadest Saviour for Thine own. DESIRE AND POWER— RESTFULNESS. 383. Desire and Power. 8.9.8.9. 1 Peter ii. 2.3. 1 With the desire, Lord, give the power To follow Thee where'er Thou leadest ; With Thine own strength do Thou me dower, Aye feeding me as Thine Thou feedest. 2 With the desire, Lord, give the power To work and witness in my " calling ; " Thy courage, Lord, upon me shower, As Thine own soldier me installing. 3 With the desire, Lord, give the power, That while myself I'm consecrating ; I may be found each day and hour, Thy holy footsteps emulating. 4 With the desire, Lord, give the power, All suffering for Thee still daring; As comes success, or dark clouds lour, Thy chequer' d life, Lord, gladly sharing. 5 With the desire, Lord, give the power, To lend as Thou art to me lending ; Where'er the shiv'ring needy cower, May I be found still freely spending. 6With the desire, Lord, give the power To walk this sin-scarr'd earth in whiteness; To wear fair Purity's white flower, Touch'd with a gleam of Heav'n's own brightness. 7 With the desire, Lord, give the power, Yea, lead Thou me unto perfection; The overcoming life devour In me each hindering affection. 389. Finding Fault. Galatians vi. 1. 7 s - 1 Gentle be in finding fault, Speak not as thou would'st assault ; Oh be soft, and low, and plead, And "like to Christ" intercede ; Thus thou shalt most surely win, And break the hard bonds of sin. 2 Gentle be in finding fault ; Seek thou not Self to exalt ; Be thou sympathetic still, Even to most wayward will ; Kindly words have a strange power Tears from dry eyes to make shower. 3 Gentle be in finding fault — Brother! Did'st thou never ha't ? Recollect what once thou wast, That from grace comes all thou hast ; Then thou tenderly wilt seek, Aye, the true right word to speak. 4 Gentle be in finding fault ; Season thy rebuke with salt ; Drive not thou to dark despair Souls of the Lord Christ are heir ; By Thy Faith and Hope and Love, Draw to Him in Heaven Above. 390. RESTFULNESS. 6s. Ps. cxvi. 7 / exxxii. 8. i Dwell in my heart, dear Lord, That I may rest in Thine ; Fulfil Thy tender word, Come show Thyself as mine. 2 I ache for Thy sweet peace, Thy peace to comfort me ; O wilt Thou cause to cease This numbing misery. 3 Dwell in my heart, dear Lord, That I may rest in Thine ; That my first joy restor'd, I may with Thy light shine. 4 Bruis'd like the bruised reed, Reach hither, Lord, Thy hand ; To succour me, make speed ; Thou dost me understand. ^ Dwell in my heart, dear Lord, That I may rest in Thine ; Like fragrant ointment pour'd, And better than " new wine." . 7 6 FEAR AND NOT FEAR IMPERFECTION. 6 Calm me as Thou art calm, O Blessed Saviour dear ; Put in my mouth a psalm, Thy "still small voice" to hear. 7 Dwell in my heart, my Lord, That I may rest in Thine ; Beloved and ador'd, That I no more repine. 391. Fear and not Fear. 8s. Job xii i. 21 ; Isaiah xii. 2. i I AM afraid, O Lord to fear, Vet not to fear I am afraid ; Spirit of God, grant me to hear [aid ; Thy guiding word, Thy strengthening As oft within I look, I fear, But when I tremble Thou art near. 2 Outward and upward, Lord, I gaze, Then all my heart's fears pass away ; My mouth again Thou fill'st with praise ; As, all in all, on Thee I stay; As oft within I look, I fear, But when I tremble Thou art near. 3 And yet, O Lord, there will corns still Tremors and starts of inner dread ; This deathful body me doth fill With achings by Thee to be led ; As oft within I look, I fear, But when I tremble Thou art near. 4 Fill me, O Christ, with perfect love, Then all my fear shall be cast out '• Brood Thou in me, O Heavenly Dove ; Firm-strength ning Faith andconqu'ring Doubt ; As oft within I look, I fear, But when I tremble Thou art n.\ar. 392. Unclothed. 2 Cor. xii. 2 £s 1 My naked soul without a load— The Spirit in me " s'led abroad Plunges into the deep of God. 2 Infinity is o'er my head ; Infinity is round me spread ; Light shadowless within me shed. 3 Partaker of a life divine, A full-proportion'd stature's mine ; Lord, more and more within me shine. 4 This vision, Lord, is it mind-trance? Yet laud for the swift-piercing glance, Which penetrates as sunbeam's 'lance. 5 Thou Giver of grace to each one, When shall my life on earth be done ? Unclothed to be cloth'd upon. 6 I bow me low before Thy feet— Enthrpn'd above the Mercy-seat ; O Christ ! with me a sinner treat. 7 My naked soul without a load — The Spirit in me "shed abroad'' Plunges into the deep of God. 393. Imperfection. S.7.8.7.8.S. Philipplans Hi 12. 1 Humbl'd but not surpris'd, O Lord, Sin still I find prevailing : Humbl'd, but not dishearten'd, Lord, Hopeful, e'en whilst bewailing ; Behold, "just as I am," I come; Forgive my sin in all its sum. 2 Humbl'd, but going not away, My Saviour Thee forsaking ; Humbl'd, but daring still to pray ; Thy " Blood" unto Thee taking ; Behold, "just as I am," I come ; Forgive my sin in all its sum. 3 Humbl'd, but seeking grace to win The vict'ry in temptation; Humbl'd, but bearing me within Thy words of consolation ; Behold, "just as I am," I come ; Forgive my sin in all its sum. 4 Humbl'd, but by Thy Spirit's Hand Still showing me Thy pureness ; Humbl'd, but 'fore Thy Cross I stand, Aye, clinging to its sureness ; Behold, " just as I am," I come ; Forgive my sin in all its sum. STRENGTH WITH LIGHT— INFIRMITIES. 177 394. Strength with Light. 8s. 1 Chron. xxi.r. 12. 1 O Lord! wilt Thou with light givestrength That I may overcome at length ? Long I have seen, known, yea, believ'd, But ah ! how little have achiev'd! More light give Lord, with strength of will By deeds my knowledge to fulfil. 2O Lord ! Thy red steps ever show And cause my grateful heart to glow ; That hating sin and loving good — III in Thy gracious strength withstood; I may, my Saviour, " keep " the way That leadeth to Eternal da}-. 3O Lord ! I mourn Earth so attracts; Mourn that " this life" me so distracts ; Ev'n when I fain would upward soar Lo ! Faith's wings flag: Lord Christ, restore [strong — My "first love's" strength — by Thee made That I may break forth into song. 4O Lord ! look on me as I lie, The " flesh " still claiming mastery ; Like to the veining of the marble, Or sob of nightingale's sad warble; Lo ! Sin all interpenetrates And as " Backslider" me instates. 5O Lord! wilt Thou, with light, give strength That I may overcome at length ? Alas ! I, weak and wayward, find My heart is yet to ILL inclin'd ; O Lord ! let Thine omnipotence Safe-guard me in my ev'ry sense ! 395. Longing. Ps. xlii. 1. 7s. 1 Aching with a thousand wants My heart, Lord, for Thy heart pants ; Weak and pain'd and in unrest, Thou alone can'st calm this breast. 2 " Broken cisterns " ah have prov'd To which, in my thirst, I mov'd ; Pour, Lord, as 'fore Thee, I stand, " Living water" from Thy hand. 3 " Bread of Life " wilt Thou bestow, That in its strength I may go ? Fed as with the bread of Heav'n, Daily grace for each day giv'n. 4 Lord, forbid I e'er rebel — ■ Murmuring like Israel ; With Thee, my God, for my guide let me not " turn aside." 5 Constant, as Thou dost me bless May I cross Life's wilderness ; And, all strife and trouble past, Canaan safely reach at last. 6 Then, Lord, on the heights of bliss 1 all achings shall dismiss ; Faithful Thou unto Thy Word I'll be ever with the Lord. 398. Infirmities. Gal. vi. 2; St. Mutt. viii. 17; St. Luke xi. 46; Romans xv. 1 . 1 Bear with thyself, as Christ has borne ; Let not thy sin leave thee forlorn ; With others bear, as Jesus bears; More potent than is wrath, are tears. iBearwitli thyself, tho' sin and grace In strange sad conflict thou dost trace ; Remember that like unto all. Thy sad heritage is "the Fall." $Bear with thyself, as child of God Submissive kiss His chast'ning rod; With others bear, that they may be In tender sympathy with Thee. 4 Bear with thyself, yet lowly lie As o'er thy weakness thou dost sigh ; With others bear, who may still show The signs and seals of the great woe. 5 Rear with thyself, but still aspire, Thy Faith, Hope, Love, a flame of fin' ; With others bear, nor e'er despair L'pon God " casting all thy care." 1 7 8 INFIRMITIES. 6 Bear with thyself, no " hard thoughts "think Because thy heart doth in thee sink ; With others bear, whose falt'ring lips Tell that their Faith is in eclipse. •j Bear with thyself, "false witness" shun 'Gainst work of grace within thee done ; With others bear, seek not to boast ; Christ came to " seek and save the lost." SBear with thyself, 'twill not be long Till sighs itnd groans shall change to song; With others bear, who God's Hand feel, Nor 'gainst the vilest thy heart steel ! ''II CHRISTMAS— ANGELS. i79 8. W&oxk, fflfatktis, anfr SSitas. 397. Christmas. St. Luke ii. 1-20. 8.8. /• /• 1 How I love to read the story Radiant with heaven-born glory; Telling- of the Saviour born, On this glad day — Christmas morn. 2 Burst the clouds in flaming angels Bringing to men song-evangels ! '■•Peace on Earth, good-will to nun," Priceless now as it was then. 3 Shepherds o'er their flocks night-watching, Great celestial voices catching ; Guided by the wondrous word Went to hail their infant Lord. 4 Wise men, song of joy up-raising, Still upon His bright star gazing : From the East expectant came; Putting Israel to shame. 5 On this day to Earth came Heaven ; Earth to bask in Heaven's rays given; Jesus was in Bethlehem born On this glad day — Christmas morn. 6 Lord ! we have to make confession, Looking for Thine intercession; That those who bear not Thy Name Us surpass who make the claim. 7 Hearts enlarge, so that warm-glowing Midst cold of these ice-winds blowing; We love show to poor and lorn, On this glad da W— Christmas morn. 398. Work while it is Day. 8.6. 1 Kings xx. 39-40 ; St. John ix. 4. 1 The iron is hot for the striking ; Do, man of God, thy part ; O weigh not disliking or liking, Speak from a burning heart. 2 Speak ; for the Harvest now whitens, In, man of God, and reap ; For he, who dark souls enlightens, Is gath'ring Christ's " lost sheep." 3 Speak : men around thee are dying ; Forth, man of God, to save; Hark, captive spirits are sighing For rest, this side the grave. 5 Speak out the old Gospel story, Steep'd, man of God, in pray'r ; And Thou shalt, one day, in glory Find Christ was with thee there. 6 The iron is hot for the striking, Do, man of God, Thy part ; O weigh not disliking or liking, Speak from a burning heart. 399. Angels. 1 OS " Are they not nil ministering spirits ?'' — Hebrews i. 14. 1 As I read to-day in the Holy Evangels, The golden words writ of God's blessed angels ; I find myself humbled that I should be So lacking their burning agility ; So lacking their patient humility. 2 When the mission of love was laid on them To publish the great news of Bethlehem ; How swiftly they stretch'd out their wings for Earth! [Birth; And broke into song o'er the mighty [mirth. Re-kindling bright hopes and inspiring 3 When a starved beggar by wayside died : A beggar ! yet dear to The CRUCIFIED; i8o COUNT ONE FOR CHRIST. While no one on earth for his poorcorse cared ; [were guard ; For his blood-wash'd soul the angels [prepar'd. To bear him on lustrous wings were 4 When the dead Redeemer in tomb was laid ; [made ? Who willing doorkeepers for Him were The angels of God, all shining with light ; Watching till the "Third Day" burst from the night, To tell the story of His risen might. 5 When a servant of Christ was bound with chains, And left in a prison t' endure all pains ; The word being giv'n, a great angel came And set him free from his suff ring and shame ; That the "glad tidings" he might proclaim. 6 When came to St. John the Apocalypse, What glorious words fell from angel lips ! Exultant revealing their enthroned King To triumph and glory, shall all things bring ; [sting. Despoiling the grave and Death of their 7 I too would seek the swift angels to follow: [hallow? Lord of all angels, lo ! wilt Thou me I fain would emulate their holy zeal ; I fain would their glad obedience feel ; My forehead, like theirs, Thy holiness seal. 4C0. Count one for Christ. 12s. " Here am I, send me." — Isaiah vi. 8. 1 Never speak a hard word, if you can speak a soft ; Softest words go farthest, as you will find out oft ; Never give a cold look, when you may give a warm ; A kind thing done unkindly, loses half its charm. 2 Never turn your back upon a good old friend made poor ; For the friend in him remains, where'er has gone his store ; Never scanty coppers dole, when you might spare a pound ; A generous gift will often cause some poor faint heart to bound. 3 Never " take up ill report " but ever let it ' lie: By lifting, wings you give it, round and round to fly ; Never listen to a secret, whoe'er it may j " bring ; Whisper'd honey'd words sheath oft direst deadliest sting. 4 Never shrink from duty, man, if it your duty .be; [free ; Go yourself and do it, seek not yourself to Never shun heroic speech, that proves that you're a man, Come there praise or come there blame, blessing come or ban. 5Nevertellafalsehoodwhatevcrbethebribe; '; Truth will always conquer — soon pass off jest and jibe ; Never use profane words — most senseless of all sins ; Rev' rent, pure and truthful speech ! that is what aye wins. 6 Scorn to be a coward, who cravenly stands by, When ill tongues our blessed Lord seek to crucify ; Never be ashamed to count always one for Him ; Nor the lustre of the name of " Christian" dare to to dim. 491. Eve^y Christian bovnd to de a WORKER. " Let him that heareth say Cjme." — Revel- ation xxii. ij. 8s. 1 O Lord, Whome'er Thy grace has blessed, Causing Thy Name to be confessed ; KINDNESS IN GIVING— "GOD BLESS YOU.* .81 Wilt Thou now quicken them to see That each one service owes to Thee. 2O Thou Who on the Cross did'st die, On Whom the whole world's sin did lie ; Renew in all its tenderness How Thy redeeming love doth bless. 3 Enkindle in our hearts such flame As shall consume all coward shame ; And send us forth with burning- love The might of Thy red cross to prove. 4 Hast Thou not laid on one and all Still " Come" to say, and still to call On " whosoever will," to find Pardon and peace in Thee combin'd. 5O Lord, inspire us w'.th fresh Z2al, To think and do, to know and feel ; To rally to Thy servants' aid, Ne'er of the World's " loud laugh " afraid. 6 The time is short, and life is flying-, And all around us souls are dying ; Stir up, O Lord, each heart and will, And with Thine Own compassion fill. 7O Lord, Whome'er Thy grace has bless'd, Causing Thy Name to be confess'd ; Wilt Thou now quicken them to see That each one service owes to Thee. Kindness in giving. 8s 402. 2 Corinthians z'iii. 4 ; " Gifts withovt the giver are bare." — J. D. Lowell. 1 Gifts without the giver are bare : As — wanting sunshine — is the air ; Alas ! for the sad rarity Of even Christian charity Transfigured with sympathy, Forth-beaming 1 from warm lip and eye ; With a blight look and kind word ; And all "for the sake of" the Lord. 2 Seeking selfish immunity From Despair's importunity, You may fling to thin clutching palms Your silver or your gold for alms ; Rut a copper, with pleasant smile ; Will drop as a soft fragrant oil ; Sweetly the common air perfum'ng ; Hope's dim dying lamp reluming. 3 Gifts without the giver are bare: You w 11 The Christ's own blessing share ; If amid the suffering and lowly You will walk in His footsteps holy; Counting no house however mean A place where you may not be seen ; It is not for us to stand aloof, Since He is found 'neath poorest roof. 4 O do not in your dignity stand ; Forth, and grasp you a brother's hand ; Recognizing our common kin, Ay, and our common human sin ; Feeling the possibility That in the most errant soul may lie ; 'Twill bring you blessing and not snare; Gifts without the giver are bare. 403. "God bless you.." 2 Corinthians iv 15. 8.8. 7.7. 1 Earn " God bless you ! " O my Brother: Had you not yourselt a mother ? Know that however defil'd He — she — is somebody's child. 2 Earn " God bless you ! " O my Brother ; Your flame of ruth do not smother: Your heart-promptings quick obey ; Chill may come if you delay. 3 Earn " God bless you ! " O my Brother; Reckon it not for a bother ; Kind deed do or kind word speak ; You may heal heart like to break. 4 Earn " God bless you" ! O my Brother; Never act you by the weather ; Forth, e'en on the bleak wet night, To bear some poor dark heart, light. 5 Earn " God bless you" ! O my Brother! In one way or in another ; Brighten a white face of woe ; You'll do good beyond you know. l82 GO, XOT SEXD. 6 Earn " God bless you ! " O my Brother, Ev'n amid worldly cares' pother ; Hie you on with willing feet ; Than music it is more sweet. ^Repeat St. i. 404. " If we can't all gather a sheaf, let us all glean an ear." — eliza Fletcher. St. Matthew xxv. 15-28. 8.8.8.8.6.6. 1 If we can't all gather a sheaf, Let us all seek to glean an ear ; It is not for all to be chief, Or to hope for a great career ; Some higher, some lower ; You reaper, I sower. 2. If we can ' t all gather a sheaf, Let its all seek to glean an ear ; Life is made up of joy and grief, Of the blooming and the sere ; Some higher, some lower ; You reaper, I sower. 3//" we can t all gather a sheaf, I^et us all seek to glean an ear ; Life fades like the fading leaf; To-day as He calls, let us hear ; Some higher, some lower ; You reaper, I sower. <\lfwe can ' t all gather a sheaf Let us all seek to glean an car ; Opportunity, like a thief, Slips away, and leaves us in rear ; Some higher, some lower ; You reaper, I sower. Slfwe can't all gather a sheaf, Let us all seek to glean an ear ; Our abiding on Earth is brief, Let us all work in holy fear ; Some higher, some lower ; You reaper, I sower. dlfwe can' t all gather a sheaf, Let us alt seek to glean an ear: It is not for all to be chief, Or to hope for a great career ; Some higher, some lower ; You reaper, I sower. 405. Go, not Send. 7s. '■ Pure religion and undcfil'd before God and fhe Father is this, to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction. — St. James i. 27. 1 With thy kindness go, not send ; Going doth fresh kindness lend ; Howe'er kindly it be meant There's a dull chill in what is sent : Kind word dipp'd in a kind smile Will pain'd heart of pain beguile ; And thy " visit " in poor room Scatter — light-like — gath'ring gloom. 2 Hearest thou of widow, left, Of her strong bread-winner 'reft ; Oi' her children fatherless ; Of her little store made less ; Hie thee hither now, my brother, Thy gift send not by another ; " Visit " pay — and not in haste : Time thus hallow'd is no waste. 3 Hearest thou of fellow-man For the right, plac'd under ban ; And there riseth in thy heart A desire to lake his part ; Get thee to him, and thy hand Plac'd in his, there by him stand ; Thus thou shalt indeed befriend Far beyond aught thou can'st send. 4 With thy kindness go, not send ; Going doth fresh kindness lend : For wrong'd, suffering and poor, Look of love is half their cure ; One true throb of human feeling All a brother's heart unsealing ; So you will reach that within : High and low are thus made kin. 5 How transfiguring is a look ! Heart leaps up to heart ; and shook Are a hundred prejudices, Yea sullen heart it entices; LIBERALITY— KNOWN AND UNKNOWN. 18- And there dieth out the rage Born of heartless patronage ; That flings kindness as an alms Careless of a proud heart's qualms. 408. Using. St. LuJcexvi. 10. 1 Sow thy seed, not store If thou vvould'st have more ; Sown — the Lord it keeps ; Stor'd — waste in it creeps; So v — do not refrain ; Store — 'twill not be gain. 2 Even so, O Lord, Writ 'tis in Thy Word ; He who God's gifts spends Unto the Lord lends ; He will full repay, Nor will long delay. 3 What thou gettest share To all — everywhere ; Be it light from Him That doth the sun dim ; Swiftly it impart, With a loving heart. 4 Is it still more grace 'Neath His shining face ? Hie thee, with low voice Make some one rejoice; Carry word of cheer That will chase all fear. 5 Hast thou gotten wealth, Hold it not in stealth ; Scatter riches, gold ; Ne'er let it be told Thee it grippeth fast, None to Christ's poor cast. 6 Search them out, and see Wheresoe'er thou be ; How thou can'st devise Heart-soft'ning surprise ; To cheer sad and faint— Ah ! Lord Christ, Thy saint. 7 Repeat St. 1. 5*- 407. Liberality. 8s. 1 Cor. vi. 19-20 ; Philemon 1952 Cor. viii. 2. 1 Blush, O my soul, that thou should'st be Not yet from love of lucre free ; That the Lord Christ's measur'd demands Find thee still holding back thy hands ; What did "the World" cost thee, my soul, Ere thou on Him thy sins didst roll ? 2 How oft hast thou in prayer and song Avouch'd thou dost to Christ belong ! Hast thou not, feeling thy heart burn, Said, thou can'st ne'er give meet return ? Wha t did "the Flesh" cost thee, my soul, Ere thou on Him thy sins did'st roll ? 3 The blood-red flag shall ne'er be furl'd Until the Gospel fill the world ; Choose thou thy part, nor from it move, Thou ow'st it to redeeming love ; What did "the Devil" cost thee, soul, Ere thou on Him thy sins did'st roll? 4H0W scant and measur'd are our gifts ! Each on the other duty shifts ; Upon ourselves we lavish, spend, And paltry nothings His cause send: What cost it Him to save thy soul Ere thou on Him thy sins did'st roll ? 5 Blush, O my soul, that thou should'st be Not yet from love of lucre free ; That Christ's all-reasonable demands Find thee still holding back thy hands ; " Things liberal devise " my soul, As thou on Him dost thy sins roll. 408. Known and Unknown. ios. 2 Cor. vi. 9. 1 There are flowers that grow in sunniest light, There are flowers that grow in deepest shade ; There are flowers that ever are in men's sight, i84 SIMULTATION'. flowers that hide, as tho' shade, or seen or m There are afraid : But in light or concealed, To the Gardener all are clearly revealed. 2Ev'n so, O my God, dost Thou deal with men ; Placing some in the forefront and light of day ; Placing some to the back, outside the world's ken ; But each is so placed that Thou hast Thy way ; Lord, this I would see, and my humble post till, Whether known or unknown ; bring it good or ill. 3 Thy servant of old in poignant self-blame, Tho' wearing a crown and in purple clad; Saw in meanest post not a touch of shame, But " door-keeper" would be, and that right glad : Give me, O my God, thus lowly to be, Yea, give me Thine Own sweet humility. 4Most gracious art Thou to use us at all; Unworthy the best in Thy name to speak ; Yet in gracious love Thou dost tenderly call, And service of each one of us Thou dost seek ; Grant that, self-emptied and fill'd with Thee, We may work as Thou send'st — contentedly. 409. Simulation. James ii. 16. 6s. Quid est nisi miserabilis insania .' Nam eo magis eis HiQvetur quisque, quo minus a talibus affectibus sinus est; quamquam cum ipse patitur, miseria, cum ahis coinpatitur, misericordia dici solet. Sed qualis tandem misericordia in rebus ficlis ct scenicis ? Non enim ad subveniendum provocatur auditor, sed tanturu ad dolendum invitatur; et actori eorum imaiunum am- pliua favet, cum amplius dolet. — St. Augustine (Conf lib. iii. ii.y 1 I WOULD not merely grieve, I also would relieve ; For 'tis a per'lous art That seeks to act a part ; All playing with our tears Enervates, yea, and sears. 2 Emotion deftly stealing The luxury of feeling As drawn from scenes on stage, Or found on Fiction's page ; Tempestuous or still, Sure subjugates the will. 3 I would not merely grieve, I also would relieve ; For 'tis a per'lous art That seeks to act a part ; All playing with our tears Enervates, yea, and sears. 4 Lord, hear me as I plead ; All feelings change to deed ; Let not mere scenic woes Be all my conscience knows ; Send me with Christly feet Real suffering to meet. 5 I would not merely grieve, I also would relieve ; For 'tis a per'lous art That seeks to acta part ; All playing with our tears Enervates, yea, and sears. 6 " Real suffering" of men Ay tho' in vilest den ; " Real suff'ring" where'er found, Nor let aught me astound ; "Real suffering," that I Shew active sympathy. NEVER DESPAIR— UNSHARED PLEASURE. 185 7 I would not merely grieve, I also would relieve ; For 'tis a per'lous art That sseks to act a part ; All playing- with our tears Enervates, yea, and sears. 1 os 410. Never Despair. " We arc perplexed but not in despair." — 2 Cor. iv. S. 1 Never despair : whilst there's life there is hope : God's mighty love with the vilest can cope; Tell the '"' old story" in love and in prayer; Tell it believingly — never despair. Chorus. — Glory ! glory ! glory Hallelujah ! For the Gospel story, Hallelujah ! That telleth of the Cross, Redeemer of man's loss ! Hallelujah ! 2 Nevev despair ; whilst there's life there is hope ; Rescue the perishing e'en on Doom'sslope; Lift up the Cross and in Christ's Name dare ; Praying and working, thou'lt never despair 3 Xever despair : whilst there's life there is hope ; God's love in Christ is a truth not a trope ; Forth and proclaim — His great mercy to share, — Pardon for all men, and never despiir. 4 Acre?- despair: whilst there's life there is hope ; Seek out the " lost " as in darkness they grope, Shout the glad tidings, to all, everywhere; Jesus has died ; therefore never despair. 4-11. Erring. Titus Hi. 2. 8s 1 Speak gently to an erring one, E'en if a deed of shame be done; For else you but exasperate, Perchance turn anger into hate. 2 We see the deed and instant blame But not how hard it is to tame A heart to sin that has not died, A rebel will unsanctified. 3 Be ours in love to sympathise, Nor stare with hard self-righteous eyes ; Forgiven ourselves, let us forgive, Knowing 'tis thro' His death we live. 4 The softer word has deeper power, The sunny face than looks that lour ; To draw", not drive; not scourge, but melt ; Ah ! We must show that we have fell. 5 Have felt of sin the fearful stress ; A guilty heart's sad loneliness ; Have felt the anguish and relenting: Ah ! stopping short of true repenting. 6 O Brothers ! Sisters ! on our guilt We need the awful blood once spilt ; That let us feel, and ne'er will we Austere to guiltiest, vilest, be. 412. Unshared Pleasure 10.8. 10.8 1 John Hi. 17. 1 Pleasure is only half-pleasure unshared ; O forth then, my brother, share thine ; Pleasure when shared is as treasure pre- pared, Excelling aught drawn from the mine. 2 Pleasure is only half-pleasure unshared ; Earthly or heav'nly it is so ; Those who for Christ have most nobly dared, This passion unselfish forth-shew. i86 MISSED— HUMBLE USEFULNESS. 3 Never would I seek to know joy alone ; 1 would not receive to retain ; O to o'erflow to all sad hearts that moan, Such o'erflow ij not loss but gain. 4 Place me, O my Lord, 'neath Thy touch that thrills ; Wilt Thou, O wilt Thou me melt ? Give me the power Thine Own arm fills, To impart all the grace I have felt. 4-13. Missed. Psalm xlv. 17. 6s. "/ should fiot like to die and never be missed." — Bella Cooke in ^ Rifted Clouds. 1 I WOULD be miss'd when gone, I would not — my life done — Have no eyes wet for me, No hearts touch'd tenderly ; No good of me confest; Dead — and yet never miss'd. . 2 For self to live and die, Our home our boundary; To do no kindly act Seeking to break Sin's pact ; To lead no soul to Christ; So — we shall not be miss'd. 3 To care for the Lord's poor, Pleading His promise sure ; To win the wandering back, To His foot-printed track ; To patiently keep tryst ; Ah ! thus we shall be miss'd. 4 Only thy pleasure seek, Mindless of sad and weak ; Go dress, and drink, and eat ; Thine own soul madly cheat ; Scorning the love unprie'd, So — we shall not be miss'd. 5 The grace of God infus'd, And we of Him still us'd ; Found true in word and deed ; Like Him to intercede ; Nor till the end desist, Then, then we shall be miss'd. 414. Himble Usefulness. "Arise, shine ! " — Isaiah Ix. 1. ( Cf. St. Bernard De Gradibus humilitatis, c. 1.) 1 Lord ! Not as lightning but as light, Seek I to be ; To shine serenely, Lord, not smite, Constrain Thou me : Hear me, O Lord, I plead Thy Word. 2 My Lord, I covet not the breath Of grand renown, But rather that which lies beneath A blood-bought crown : Hear me, O Lord, I plead Thy Word. 3 I'd wear such, Lord, in simpleness ; Not great, but good ; I'd do good in all silentness, Even to the rude : Hear me, O Lord, I plead Thy Word. 4 Fain would I hold, if but small cup, To thirsty lips ; Fain would I shine but to light up Some soul's eclipse : Hear me, O Lord, I plead Thy Word. 5 Lord, I would lead one soul to Thee, Make one rejoice ; I fain would one sad heart set free By my low voice : Hear me, O Lord, I plead Thy Word. PEU ET BIEX ("LITTLE AND WELL.") 187 415. Pel - et Bien ("Little axd Well") —Francis de Sales. Jer. xlv. 5. 6s. 1 'Tis little thou can'st do ; Great things are for the few ; But what thou dost do well ; It in the end will tell : Peu et bien. 2 The little 'neath God's eye O'ertops the seeming-high ; The little may expand — Like seed sown in good land : Peu et bien. 3 Whate'er thou dost do well ; It in the end will tell ; The little deed or thought Be to " fine issues " wrought : Peu et bien. 4 The little is God's rule, .Man's boastings to befool ; Behold the silver rain ! Behold the fruitful grain ! Peu et bien. 5 Whate'er thou dost do well ; It in the end will tell ; The little word of Faith Has saved a soul from Death : Peu et bien. 6 The little deed of love Has rais'd sin's mire above ; The little burst of prayer Has nations set a-stir : Peu et bien. 7 Whate'er thou dost do well ; It in the end will tell ; The little tears in eyes Have been Christ's own surprise : I'cu et bien. 8 The little kindly act Has been potential fact ; The little gracious look Strong life-long hates has shook : Peu et bien. 416. Frailty. St. Matt. xii. 20. 1 1 I was a bruised reed, Pluck'd from the common corn ; Play'd on, rude-handled, worn ; No one of me tock heed. 2 But Thou, O God, cam'st near, Thy look serene and meek, Touch soft — no ire to wreak — Thou my poor plaint didst hear. 3 Now in Thy praise sonorous O faint I am and slight ! Yet in the song-fill'd night I join the mighty chorus. 4 I was a taper smoking, By the tramp' d footway lying ; The last red glimmer dying : Smoke my thin flame was choking. 5 But Thou, Lord, didst pass by, And in Thy nail-mark'd hand And with Thy breathing bland Would'st not my spark let die. 6 O praise to Thy great grace, If I a little shine ! And now that I am Thine, Lord, grant me some low place. 417. "Forgive Her, and don't give over Trying." — Walter Besant ("Chil- dreh of Gibeon," B. ii. c.) " Until seven ty times seven." — St. Matthew xviii. _>_'. gs. 1 " Forgive, and don ' t give over trying: " In spite of thanklessness and lying; In spite of promise madly broken Ev'n when the word is scarcely spoken ; " Forgive, and don't give over trying." 1 88 "GOD BURIES HIS WORKMEN' BCT CARRIES OK HIS WORK." 2 " Forgive, and don' t give over trying: " God's patience think of, not thy sighing ; Forgiv'n thyself, how much thou ovvest ! But "sev'n times" — is it Jiis thou shewest? " Forgive, and don' t give over trying." 3 '' Forgive, and don't aire over trying : " Remember souls all round are dying ; O welcome shame and penitence ! Be gentle ev'n to insolence; " Forgive, and don't (jive, over trying." 4 " Forijivr., and don't give over trying : " Sore-aching hearts aloud are crying ; Backsliding follows close repenting, But e'en in hardest comes relenting ; " Forgive, and don't give over trying." 5" Forgive, and don't give over trying : His lures the Tempter's ever plying : Like Christ embrace them in your pity And weep as He wept o'er " the City ; '.' Forgive, and don't give over trying " 6 ' Forgive, and don' I give over trying' : Let not your scrutiny be prying ; Be generous, sympathetic, tender, •' Rejoice in hope" however slender. ' Forgive and don't give over trying.' "J'Forgive, and don't give over tring:' Time — life— how they are flying, flying ! Still grasp soil'd hands eyes upward cast- ing ; This word ' Forgive' is everlasting; 'Forgive, and don't give over trying,' 418. "God buries His workmen but carries on his work." — john wesley. 2 Peter i. 15. 7s. 1 WORKMAN after workman dies, And unfinished their work lies ; Our hearts fail, our hopes suspire Yea, in Thy sweet service tire; Fainting in our weaken'd way, Scarcely able ev'n to pray: O my God fresh Faith us give ! Workmen die, but Thou dost live. 2 Workman after workman dies, This Thy Church, Lord, sorely tries ; As in tears she stricken stands Sadly missing " vanished hands," Strenuous wills, and bravest hearts Ready aye to take their parts; O my God, fresh Trust us give ? Workmen die, but Thou dost live. 3 Workman after workman dies, Often in extremities ; Just when at their very best, Consecrate to Thy behest : And their hallow' d ministry Binding hearts in unity : O my God, fresh Hope us give ? Workmen die, but Thou dost live. 4 Workman after workman dies, Passing from Earth to the skies; Leaving fellow-workers weak, Other workers far to seek; Motive, inspiration chill'd, Future with black clouds all fill' tl : O my God, fresh Love us give ? Workmen die, but Thou dost live. 5 Workman after workman dies 'Midst our anguish, 'midst our sighs ; And as when a fell'd tree falls The vast vacancy appals; Smitten dumb, we can but look Lord, to Thee, and to Thy Book : O my God, fresh strength us give ? Workmen die, but Thou dost live. 6 Workman after workman dies, And unfinish'd their work lies ! But their work is Thine, O Christ ; Thou wilt keep Thy pledged tryst ; Still Thy promise-word observe Send new workers Thee to serve ; O my God, fresh ardour give? Workmen die but Thou dost live. 7 Workman after workman dies; Whence do come these mysteries ? LIFE SUFFICIENT— SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD. i8g Living Jesus, Thou know'st all, By no chances these befall; Earth below as Heav n above Compass' d round is with Thy Love ; God, wilt fresh GRACE us give? Workmen die but Thou dost live. 419. Life Sufficient. 7s' Job vil. 1 / xiv. 14. 1 Life is longer than it seems ; L >nger than a vain World deems ; He Who measureth out our span, Worketh not by chance but plan. 2 Life is longer than it seems ; Nor compacted is of dreams ; Noble deed and noble thought By the grace of God enwrought. 3 Life is longer than it seems ; Catcheth on Earth heav'nly gleams ; Rul'd not by our hours or years, But by movements of the spheres. 4 Life is longer than it seems ; It with all "(in? issues" teems : For to " sons of God " are giv'n Even here the "days of heav'n." 5 Life is longer than it seems ; Tho' it floweth as swift streams; Ceaseth not its motion, till It doth its great course fulfil. 6 Life is longer than it seems ; For, lo ! Jesus it redeems ; When God gives a work to do, 'Tis done, be days more or few. 7 lief eat St. 1 . 4-21. Life not too Hard. 7s, Romans viii. 2S. 1 Life is hard, but not too hard, When from Thee, Lord, not debarr'd ; Sure conquest o'er circumstance, Thro' Faith's hand and eagle glance. 2 Life is hard, but not too hard ; Saviour ! I all fears discard ; Thee I take now at Thy word ; Take Thy word to Thee, O Lord ! 3 Life is hard, but not too hard ; If blows fall, Lord, I them ward ; With strong heart and dauntless brow As Thy grace doth me endow. 4 Life is hard, but not too hard ; Even when the " vessel's " marr'd ; Thou Great Potter steppest in, Clarifying from all sin. 5 Life is hard, but not too hard ; Thou, Lord Christ, my g'uide and guard; Still would I upon Thee rest, Or strong, or weak, or opprest. 6 Life is hard, but not too hard ; Thanks, Lord, for Thy great reward ; Thou, Lord, leavest not alone Who seek Thee upon Thy Throne. 422- ' She hath done what she could.' St. Mark xiv. 8. 8s. 1 "She hath done -what she could," Christ said : On the Sweet words have millions fed ; For lo ! deed of love illum'd stands, Held high to the light in His Hands. 2 " Shehath done what she could" — not much, But see how it rounds 'neath His touch ! Until as the fair star of Eve It shines — ne'er her mem'ry to leave. 3 "She hath done what she could" — her gift This great truth to us doth uplift ; That Faith which is rooted in Love, Most of all doth the Great Heart move. 4 " She hath done what she could" — for Him, And no time shall e'er her act dim ; Catch up the word, O heart of mine, Forth, and make it pattern of Thine." i go HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES-NO RETREAT. .jots'neath woodman's stroke; 5 " What she could" — this is all He ask'd ; The Lord's children are ne'er o'ertask'd ; Be it ours — as we can — to serve ; The Lord's heart — likelier — we may nerve. 6 "She hath dim what she coutd" — and lo ! Tint fragrance tiro' the Earth doth go ; " She hath dom -what she could" — J worth That demands Heavn's praise to set forth! 423. Highways and Hedges. St Luke j do. 23. 8s. 1 A GREEN lane hedged with milk-white May, Fragrant with breath of fresh-mown hay; Rosy children amongst the mows ; A field dotted over with cows ; Far, far up in the blinding sky Larks— specks of mystic melody; An old woman in old red cloak, Gleaning fag Pair'd lovers half-hid by a stile In loving chat with winsome smile ; A mile off — the grey church spire — Vane burnish' d like flame of fire : Thanks, Lord, for such pleasant scene, English of English, I ween. 1 Foxgloves with pink and pendant bells, Fairy music hid in their cells ; Ferns that their crosiers uplift Where soft the dim green light doth sift ; Blue hyacinths on wavy banks That with all garden beauty ranks ; Tangled amidst the beetling rocks, Dog-roses — safe even from the flocks ; A beck fair glinting past the sedges, With pebbled streaks by the low edges ; Wee white clouds in an azure sky— 2Like flock o' sheep charmingly: Thanks, Lord, for this nook of Thine, Inviolate by care divine. 3Ev'n so, O Lord, in hidden nooks, Where the World's hard eye ne'er looks ; Away behind the rush and roar Of the great City's throngs that pour Day by day in their mad pursuit O' pleasnres — oft as Dead-Sea fruit ; I come upon pure Youth and Beauty Sweet-following in Christly duty ; Now caring for Thy sick and old, Now speaking' words richer than gold ; Praise and prayer and uplifting spell, Of tireless love unspeakable : Thanks, Lord, for bright lives like these : O to stir up hearts at ease ! 424. 10s. NO RETREAT. Revelations ii. 25-26. 1 The trumpet of Christ nee r sounds a retreat; Or be it danger, or be it defeat, For still our Great Captain shouts high and clear, Stand firm, my soldiers, stand, lo ! I am near. 2 The trumpet of Christ ne'er sounds a retreat.' His watchword is forward whatever we meet ; Be devils our foes, or be our foes men, Be strong in the Lord and at them again. 3 The trumpet of Christ ne er sounds a retreat ; Midst clamour, confusion and hurrying feet, Ye Knights of the Cross fear ye not nor faint ; Let no throb of cowardice you attaint. 4 The trumpet of Christ ne'er sounds a retreat; Be it ours, fellow-soldiers, each other to greet ; High-hearted resolve beat in ev'ry breast, Trusting the Lord to do all the rest. ^ The trumpet of Christ ne'er sounds a retreat; "All bloodless His battles yet by blood made meet Aye pulling down strongholds of Satan and sin, And predestin'd peace for the World to win. IF YOU WANT A THING WELL DONE YOU MUST DO IT YOURSELF. 191 425. DONE fellow " IF YOU WANT A THING WELL YOU MUST DO IT YOURSELF. —"■Courtship of Miles Standish. James 1 2j. -Long- 1 "If you want thing well done You must do it yourself;" A good cause is half-won, And, shunn'd many a shelf, When, your heart all a-flame, You go forth in Christ's name. 2 Mere giving of money To those you command With voice sweet as honey, Whilst 'tis dropp'd in their hand, Is not that which He did; Be your cry " God forbid ! " 3 If you want thing well done You must do it yourself; A good cause is half-won, And, shunn'd many a shelf, When, your heart all a-flame, You go forth in Christ's name. 4 Let the ' Easy Way' smile; Easy, oft is the ' Broad;' ' Narrow' choose 'gainst all guile; 'Tis flic Way The Christ trod; Let Society mock, 'Tis but foam on the rock. 5 If you want thing well done, You must do it yourself; A good cause is half-won, And, shunn'd many a she'f, When, your heart all a-flame, You go forth in Christ's name. 6 'Go,' not ' send,' is His word ; Forth then, Brother, thyself ; Well may gird on his sword, Hohenzollern, or Guelph; Fight with your own right hand, One for Christ, with Christ stand. 423- Enduring to the end. 7s, if To Hint that overcometh will I give." — Revelation ii. j. 1 Lo ! we read in Gospel story That the Fight precedes the Glory ; Glory none, without the fight ; And no right like conquer'd right. 2 Ah ! the error's old, yea hoary, That without the Fight seeks glory; So to seek the truth you wrest ; By " enduring " only blest. 3 Look ! how the great sea is froary ; Symbol of divinest glory ; Tempest-toss'd, and then the calm : E'en so conflict ere the palm. 4 Not the Fight madd'ning and gory, As is won the world's poor glory : But strong Faith and a strong Will The Lord s purpose to fulfil. 427- Work and Rest. / Corinthians xv. 58. Ss. 1 He resieth best who ivorketh best : Lord ! be this in me manifest ; Give grace that I may work for Thee By Thine Own "glorious liberty ; " Yea toil — nor ever, Lord, be tir'd, By Thy thrice-holy love inspir'd. 2 He resteth best ivho ivorketh best : O Christ ! give me this gracious rest ! The rest of conscience and of faith, Sustained by Thy quick'ning breath : The rest that comes of each day done A-witnessing some victory won. 3 He resteth best tvho worketh best; Lord I wilt send more this to attest ? Alas ! alas! only the Few Seek Thy example to renew ; Alas ! alas ! fitful and weak Is all the v ork we do or seek. UNADVISED SPEAKING— THE LORDS HANDMAIDEN. 192 4 He resteth best who worketh best : Lo ! Thine own dearest thus are blest; Thou the Great Worker on Thy Throne Who Labor's dignity didst own ; Help us to see, and know, and feel That without work, rest is not weal. 5 He resteth best who worketh best': From North to South, from East to West; Lord ! Thou art calling- us to fear, Lest the World's cries we do not hear ; Ah ! aching hearts and wilder' d brains Are longing for the Gospel's strains. 6 He resteth best who worketh best : O Christ, come swift ! be my heart's guest ; Yea, make all hearts Thy dwelling-place; And into deeds transmute Thy grace ; Lift Thou us up and sendus forth Still —still to tell Thy Cross's worth. 428. Unadvised Speaking. 8s. 1 Lo ! Wit is wine of human speech ; It sparkleth and wins froth of praise; But 'ware, it too lands in the ditch, Ev'n when the "loud laugh" it doth raise. 2 Put guard, my brother, on thy lips ; 'Tis silence that in gold is drest ; The rash word oft its user trips ; And speech is silver at the best. 3 But when The Master comes and calls That we for Him shall witness be ; We must " take heed," or on us falls The word of doom, " asham'd of Me." 4 Still, let us act and speak with thought ; Grace ever seeking to be true ; None e'er in vain for Him have sought Who walk beneath His Faith-seen Face. 5 Repeat St. 1. 7s. 429. Praying and Working. 2 Cor. vi. 1. 1 Praying work and working prayer So would I be kept fromcare ; Active ever, Lord, for Thee, Thou active ever in me. 2 Praying work — for vain to serve Unless Thy grace doth me nerve ; Working prayer — for vain tj speak Unless I do that I seek. 3 Blessed Jesus, touch our wills With uplifting touch that thrills : Blessed Jesus, guard our hearts From the World's ensnaring arts. 4 Be our prayer no idle breath ; Be our work not all beneath ; Be our prayer a laying hold ;" Be our work unpaid by gold. 5 Nearer Thee, Lord, and more near That I may no longer fear ; Grant me this and I shall know To work and pray, pray and go. 6 Repeat St. 1. 430. The Lord's Handmaiden. 6s. Ps. Ixxxvi. 16 ; cxvi. 16 ; St. Iitkc i. 38. 1 " The handmaid of the Lord: " It is a fragrant word ; Writ in a Christ-full psalm That falls like unto balm Upon a bruised heart, Aching in its keen smart. 2 " The handmaid of t lie Lord :" Sweet key-note 'midst discord : Crown'd David's mother she, Accepted now we see ; In covenant great and sure, Holy — submissive - -pure. TEARS AND SWEAT-DROPS -RIGHTS AXD DUTIES. 1 93 3 " The 'handmaid of the Lord -•" . Strike ye, strike high the chord : Handmaid — no more her own ; Handmaid — God on heart's throne; • [andmaid — in the Lord found, And to the dear Lord bound. 4 " The handmaid of the Lord : " What cheer it doth afford ! Removing' words of blame ; Removing 1 words of shame; All grace to her abounding, Satan and Sin confounding. 5 " The handmaid of the L^ord :" Thou O Lord God ador'd ; Walking beneath Thy Face, Holy by Thy free grace ; Unto Thee consecrate, Upon Thee still to wait. 6 " The handmaid of the Lord: " By His great love restore! ; Sin now put far away, Led into light of day ; Kept still in Hope and Faith, ■ Fulfilled each " He saith." 7 "The handmaid of the Lord : " May such Thy Church afford : That in all sweetness seen, Walking in Heaven's own sheen ; They may draw hearts to Thee By flawless purity. 430. Tears and Sweat-Drops. 8s. " Tears cost us less than sweat, and it is our sweat that the inexorable sentence de- mands from us." — Frederick Ozanam f" Letters " by Coates iSSO. ) i True tears lo ! are thrice-lovely things As aught of which the Poet sings ; Mercy's jewels that she puts on In her tender compassion ; Grief's one adornment that she wears, — Purest white, and heart-cradled tears. 2 But none the less these sweat-drops call For our thanksgivings as they fall ; Born oi' hard toil for " daily bread " That many mouths still may be fed ; Or of the strong deep-brooding brain, Meditative of " higher strain." 3 Tears often on mere eyelids lie — Some eyelids are scarce ever dry ; Tears are apt to be at command, By those who yet heart-harden'd stand; Alas ! tears may be frivolous ; Ah ! even deadly treacherous. 4 But these swart sweat-drops speak the Whether on Age's brow or Youth; [truth, They tell of lowly duty done, Of a long honest day's wage won; Or witnesses are to deep though! . Into God-fearing action wrought. 5 Tears come quick and as quickly go ; Slightest touch and they overflow ; Tears that are true are eas'ly seen — Alas ! in few and far between ; Sweat-drops cannot like tears deceive Or play tricks in what they relieve. 6 Sweat-drops that come on the tann'd brow Tho' they do not as our tears glow ; Yet have a glory of their own In highest estimation ; Brothers ! of sweat-drops have no fears, Sweat-drops may be finer than tears. 431. Rights and Duties. Romans xv. I OS. i There are no rights except those built on duty: [beauty " My Lord, my God," me grant to see the Of holding power thai I may quietly serve, Nor e'erfrom Thee — Thou Great Exemplar — swerve. 194 KEEP AT THY POST— LABOUR AXD REST— REST AND LABOUR. 2 No love to man unless thro' love to God : " My Lord, my God," wilt Thy love "shed abroad ?" That I with Thy true sympathy may feel, For woes and sufF rings Thou alone canst heal 3 With Thine Own purity me, Lord, endow; "My Lord., my God," my one IDEAL Thou: That Body, Soul, and Spirit consecrate, All sin I may with perfect hatred hate. 4 Breathe Thou within me Thy life-giving breath ; [death ; " My Lord, my God," to die Sin's gracious I place me as I am in Thy pierc'd hands, Rule me as sea Thou boundest by the sands. 5 So shall I witness, live, and work for Thee ; Partaker made of Thy serenity ! A pilgrim going forward to my Home ; But on my way, to all, still saying "Come.'' 6 Repeat St. i . 432 Keep at thy Post. Zacharias : St. Luke i. 5-25. 7s. 1 Zacharias, saint of old, Has his story sweetly told : Dumb and deaf, he yet remain'd And his priestly post retain'd ; Clos'd his ears and clos'd his tongne, None the less he censer swung ; And all holy rites appointed, Telling of t lie Great Anointed ; Ceaseless day by day he serv'd, Nor from single duty svverv'd. 2 O my soul, the lesson learn, Nor from post of duty turn When afflictions thee assail, And accustomd succours fail; Weak and silene'd, still attend Where thy Lord doth blessing send; He will keep alive thy hope, In His time thy mouth will ope; He Who loosen'd His saint's tongue Thine will fill with sweetest song. 433. Labour and Rest — Rest and Labour. St. Markvi.ji. fs 1 After labour rest is sweet; And rest makes labour meet; Rest of tired brain, or feet. 2 After labour rest is sweet; Labour rough or labour neat; In the cold or in the heat. 3 After labour rest is sweet; Labour indoors, or in street; Active, knowing life doth fleet. 4 After labour rest is S7veet; Soft-un'ravelling ev'ry pleat, Care doth into the brow eat. 5 After labour rest is sweet ; Gracious gift 'midst world's deceit ; Of which none can poorest cheat. 6 After labour rest is sweet ; Lord ! to Thee I make retreat; Thy words are no vain conceit. 7 After labour rest is sweet; When heart-cradling night doth greet Christ's own from the mercy-seat. 8 After labou r rest is sweet; Each day bright with some good feat; Wherein Love and Pity meet. 9 After labour rest is sweet; Shepherd-Saviour Thy sheep bleat: Wilt Thou all their foes escheat ? 10 After labour rest is sweet; Lord ! Send lab'rers 'midst Thy wl eat; Gathering to Sin's defeat. 1 1 After labour rest is sweet ; Restful toil Lord I entreat; Strengthen'd by Thy heav'nly ' meat.' 12 After labour rest is sweet; Aud rest maketh labour meet; Rest of tired brain, or feet. GODS " LITTLE ONES"— YES. '05 434. God's " Little ones." ;s- " Is this a small matter, that thou hast slain My children, and delivered them to pass through the fire." ( Ezekiel xvi. 28 ) ( Cf. Ps. cvi. ]-. ) 1 Israel upon the plain 'Rove the wails and cries of pain Of their little children slain; Heard this low and sad refrain,— " My children ! My children !" 2 Lo ! 'midst horrors that appal Soft and sweet the words do fall, From the Father of us all; His Own People to recall : " My children ! My children !" 3 Ah ! 'Tis not thing- pass'd away That no longer need affray; For all thro' long night and day " Little ones " are still a prev : " My children ! My children !" 4 Pale as Spring's first snowy flower Shiv'ring thro' the sleety shower; Our own English children cower 'Neath abus'd parental power; " My children ! My children !" 5 Dark the secrets that are found; Crimes that demons might astound; Helpless babes fell'd to the ground, Bleeding oft with many a wound : "My children ! My children !" 6 Homes — worse than a wild beast's lair: Breathing foul infected air; Hunger-bitten, cold and bare; Shrinking, tremulous with fear: " My children ! My children !" 7 Open Lord ! our sealed eyes, To the GUILT that on us lies; Lest the day of Grand Assize Bring to us a dread surprise. " My children ! My children ! " 8 Laud, Lord, for the noble Few Who to Thy great charge are true, Grappling with the hellish crew; Bringing them to England's view: " My children ! My children ! " 9 Save our " little ones," O Lord ! Ev'n if Thou make bare Thy sword; At all costs Thy help afford: Lo ! We plead Thy promise-word: " My children' ! My children ! " 435 Yes. Joshua xxiv. 15-2J. 8s. 1 Be brav?, my Brother to say ' Yes,' Let cowards flee when dangers press; Like Joshua in the days of old Tell on whose side thou art enroll'd. 2 Be strong, my Brother, to say 'Yes,' Let men thee ban, or let them bless; Yield not to changing circumstance But be a man, uniul'd by Chance. 3 Be true, my Brother, to say ' Yes,' Stand forth by no constraint or stress; Bringoutthy words straight from the heart, Take thou a stand and fill thy part. 4 Be prompt, my brother, to say ' Yes ' Amidst abounding wretchedness; The call of God to help obey; Men perish while thou dost delay. 5 Be bright, my Brother, to say ' Yes,' Dipt in a smile, our words caress; Stand not apart or patronize Look straight into thy fellow's eyes. 6 Be kind, my Brother to say ' Yes,' Not alms alone, with Love's impress, [bine; Look — tone — hand-grasp, let these corn- Round these ev'n hardest hearts will twine. 7 Be meek, my Brother, to say ' Yes, Be patient still with wilfulness; Soft patience conquers where wrath fails ; He's victor most who least assails. 196 LITTLE HELPERS— THE TEX COMMANDMENTS 8 Be sweet, my Brother, to say' Yes;' A haughty temper doth oppress; " Not easily provok'd " is still Our watchword by The Master's will. 436. Little Helpers. 7s- " There were with Him certain other little ships: " St. Mark iv. j6. 1 " Little ships" of Galilee Fair ye must have been to see, — Like a flock of birds, wind-driv'n, Haven seeking', haven giv'n. 2 " Little ships," your stor)' old, Fit is to be 'graved on gold; For it tells us how that ye Follow'd Jesus lovingly. 3 " Little ships," ye bear us word From Christ Jesus our dear Lord; That like you we too may go Where He is and love Him so. 4 ''Little ships" of Galilee, Made like you would we now be; 'Neath His watchful care abide; Fearless then whate'er betide. 5 "Little ships," saw ye Him rise And in calm naught could surprise, Hush the wild waves and the winds : By a word their fury binds ? 6 " Little ships," across the gloom Flash'd the Face cloth all illume ? Were ye in the splendor caught When the miracle was wrought? 7 " Little ships" where'er ye bore Heard ye 'bove the storm-wind's roar His " still small " yet mighty voice; All hearts making to rejoice ? 8 " Little ships,' 1 bright fancies breed As of you we sweetly read; Whilst the TWELVE were all alarm' d Ye went on your way unharm'd. 9 " Little ships," not great be ours; Suited to our childhood's powers; Prizing our fresh early years, 1 lasting not to our careers. 10" Little ships" of Galilee, Still sail ye o'er that fair Sea; Ye will live till Time departs In all children's loving hearts. 437- The Ten Commandments. 8.4. Exodus xx. 1 No longer thunders Sinai's Law ; But stand in awe All ye that think the great "Ten Words," Those flashing swords — Have blunted aught of their sharp edge ; And vain allege Them now to be effete and gone — Their mission done. Nay verily, they be strong still; Declare His Will; Nor ever shall their force be spent, God spoke, God sent. 2 Methinketh that in sooth 'twere well — I ring a bell — If this stone-ey'd, brass-throated Age Would re-engage In deepest study of The Law : Time's greedy maw Has swallow'd much, but this still stands, And still commands : Ah ! Conscience indestructible Will loud rebel, When the brave old moralities By glozing lies Are cunningly explain'd away, Things of a day. 3 Laud, O my God, for Thy great grace By which we trace Thy righteocsness at rest in Love, That still did move With Justice on straight lines, yet saw The Holy Law Strong ; and a clear way open laid— Of Seers pray'd; Whereby man's utmost guilt and loss Are by the Cross Remov'd, yea, the vast World redeem'd, But Law esteem'd; Our Race set free from Sin's vast load By Son of God. OUR DEAD FIRST-BORN' AND OTHER TWO LITTLE ONES. 197 10. ChvijifraiT iirfos of Jlraflr into %\m\\\% 4-33. Our Dead First-Born and other Two Little Ones.h 1 The Lord gave us a first-born child : 'Twas :is if Christ had on us smil'd In His sweet holy infancy ; When beneath his young' mother's eve He lay in purest innocence, Creature almost too fair for sense. 2 How his coming' knit our two hearts Into one, that now nothing parts ! How our love leapt up to new being, Deeper, finer far than all seeing ! As before the Giver we knelt, Brokenly utt'ring what we felt. 3 O ! day by day the little thing Caus'd to us hourly wondering ; Day by day life's strange mysteries Flash'd on us from his azure eyes ; Rose-red lips, and a rippling smile That austerest might well beguile. 4 By-and-bye came — not without awe — His first word, naming his "mam ma;" And sure signs of the dawning mind With winsomeness of feelingjoin'd ; Quick responses to word or look, Clear as e'er any printed book. 5 Thus still our First-born grew and grew Till almost Heav'n on Earth we knew ; Crept enticingly on the floor ; Chas'd a bright sunbeam o'er and o'er: Little new words still added daily, That his fond mother knew right gaily. 6 Tokens that a 'live soul was there, Enrich'd of faculty, and rare Fore-gleamings of intelligence, From Thee Above, and not from hence : And O the tricksome pretty ways That forming character bewrays! 7 Ah ! It was too too bright to last ! Soon our sunshine was overcast; More sudden than the fading flower Bedrabbled by the chilly shower ; Sickening, our sweet darling lay, Life — how swiftly ! — ebbing away. 8 O the sad mystery of pain Binding an infant in its chain ; With subtleties inscrutable As might have been contriv'd in hell; I own it, my poor faith was shook 'Fore my child's sufT ring, pleading" look. 9 How fears arose ! and how fears fell ! The wearying struggle who may tell ? He tost on his bruis'd mother's knee In anguish that 'twas hard to see; Moan, and thirst, and O burning hands ! With words e'en Love not understands. 10 It came at last : the wee wan face Chang'd as by celestial grace ; A shadow pass'd across his brow, One long last look, and now and now Our Fi«st-born lay before us dead, Our hopes united, shattered. 1 1 Long years have come ! long years have gone ! Since that day of desolation ; And still our hearts are left forlorn, And others followed our First-born; Yet sweet light on their mem'ry lies : Parents of children in the skies. izPaj-en/s of children in the skies : This turns discords to harmonies ; Tho' here by darkness we are tried, Luminous is the other side ; Less of Earth, the more of Heaven — Christ's Own consolation given. 1 98 SUBMISSION— OUR FIRSTBORN— A CHRISTIAN'S DEATH-BED 439. Submission — Our First-Born. 8.8.4.8.8.4.8.8.4.4.4. freat, 1 How very small ! and yet how E'en in this life's novitiate — A little Child! Perill'd and frail, as op'ning flower Beaten by sleet in windy shower, On lonesome wild ; But " kept " by Jesus, strong and sure, If foes assail or tempters lure In onward years : So hush my fears ; Stay, heart, thy tears. 2 Scarce more than toy this tiny hand ; Scepter' d anon, I see it stand In gentle might ; These lips — rose-red — that know no speech Undying truth may one day teach ; Strong for the right ; This head crown'd with its golden hair — Like sunshine's gold — Faith's eyes declare, Will yet be shewn To be a throne, That God will own. 3O cradled sleeper! as I pray I mark how o'er thy sweet face play Shadow and shine ; I may not seek to lift the veil Of years — His word can never fail ; It is divine ; So trusting all to Him, I take My child to Christ, and no more ache; Safeguard him, Lord ; Fulfil Thy word, That I have heard. 4AI1 ! In the same year he was sent Our First-born the " far journey " went To the Unseen : And our two hearts were bleeding left To pine, as if of all bereft ; The might have been All shatter'd — hopes far-stretching lost ; We tempest-driven, on wild sea tost : 410. Incarnate Love, We look Above ; Heal Heav'nly Dove ! Sorrowful yet Rejoicing. 2 Cor. vi. 10. rs. 1 Sing Believer, and rejoice ; Listen to His conquering voice ; He His mighty work has done, And abides " The Living One ;" Death hath no dominion now ; See all crowns upon Christ's brow. 2 Having died, He dies no more ; Sing Believer, and implore That He will anoint thine eyes To behold, beyond the skies, All thy lov'd ones with Him blest In the " Everlasting Rest." 3 Farth to eartli and dusf to dust Stands illumin'd by Hope's trust ; O Believer, child, not slave, Tremble not before the grave; He has pass'd it and return'd ; He keeps safe all thou hast mourn'd. 4 Sing, Believer, and rejoice, Listen to His conquering voice : He His mighty work has done, And abides " The Living One ," Death hath no dominion now ; See all crowns on Jesus' brow. 441. A Christian's Death-Bed. PhUippians i. 23, and Psalm x.xiii. 4. 8.8.8.8.8.8.7.7. When I upon my death-bed lie, And mystic film bedims my eye ; Lord Jesus, wilt Thou by me stand, And place in mine Thy guiding Hand ? That walking thro' the gathering dark I may to Thy "still, small voice" hark: O my God ! me not forsake, But let me with Thee awake. THE DYING COXOUEROR— CROSSING TO THE OTHER SIDE. 199 2 If Memory " old sins" re-charge, Thy mercy wilt Thou not enlarge ? If conscience presses on me guilt, Wilt Thou not shew me Thy Blood spilt? If the Great Tempter me assail May I be clad, Lord, in Thy mail ; O my God ! me not forsake, But let me with Thee awake. 3 Thou know'st, Lord, the valley of Death; Thou know'st the pain of lab'ring breath; Thou know'st the sinking heart's alarms Thou know'st how frail all mortal arms ; Be Thou near by in that dread hour, And keep me by Thy gracious power : O my God ! me not forsake. But let me with Thee awake. 4 So shall I place me in Thy care ; Vouchsafe that I may ne'er despair ; Serene and peaceful be my sleep As those whom Thou in love dost keep ; O give me glimpse of th' open door, — The life of joy for evermore : O my God ! me not forsake, But let me with Thee awake. 442. 9-5- The Dying Conqueror. 2 Timothy iv. 7. 1 I AM going from dimness to light ; I am going to daybreak not night ; I am changing Faith's walk for sight ; Laud ! Holy Saviour! 2 Praise, O my God, 'tis not a hard fight ; Thou hast giv'n the vict'ry and the right ; Thou dost me to Thy Right Hand invite ; Laud! Holy Saviour! 3 1 am in "perfect peace," not in fright ; I am girded, O God, by Thy might ; Thou the Last En'my on cross didst smite; Laud ! Holy Saviour ! 4Thou, O God, gav'st the heart contrite ; And my life to Thine Thou didst unite ; Thou hast promis'd the robe of white ; Laud ! Holy Saviour ! 4 On my spirit Hope's vision looks bright ; Thou hast put fears and doubts all to flight; Ah ! I triumph death in thy despight ; Laud ! Holy Saviour ! 6 I am going from dimness to light ; I am going to daybreak not night ; I am exchanging Faith's walk for sight ; Laud ! Holy Saviour ! 443. Crossing to the Other Side. Ss. " Let its pass over unto the other side." — St- Mark iv. 35. 1 Pass over to the other side : I hear' O Lord, be Thou my guide; Thou bidst me go, and go with Thee ; Lord, I believe, but keep Thou me ; I list Thy call, I grasp Thy Hand, Me safe on " other side" to land. 2 Pass over to the other side : I give it meaning still more wide ; 'Twas but to pass across the Sea, Holy, transfigur'd Galilee — But Thou dost seek we should decide With Thee, Lord, ever to abide. 3 Pass over to the oilier side : Yea, Lord, whatever me betide; Ne'er would I go or come alone, I bow me low before Thy throne ; " Lo ! I am with you " let me hear; So shall I cast away all fear. 4 Pass ovc> to the other side: O Lord, in Thee I do confide ; And as when Thou the call didst give By Thy divine prerogative ; As " little ships " then with Thee went, Grant all I love be with us sent. §Pass over to the other side : And " safe into the haven glide " — The haven on the sunny shore ; To know or toil or storm no more ; This is, dear Lord, the hope we cherish ; That none of Thy redeem'd can perish. 200 LONGINGS FOR DEPARTURE. 444. Longings for Departure. Dent. Hi. 23-25 fC/1 xx.riv. i-s); Philippian s l. 2' 7* i O " Let me go over," Lord, To Thy " goodly Land " on high ; 'Tvvas Thy servant's pleading- word; Lord, wilt Thou again deny? I weary am, and weak; All the "outward man" decaying'; Suffer me, that I way speak, Send me Death, long long delaying. 2L0 ! I see the Jordan flowing, Down the over-shadow'd dale ; And beyond are Heav'ns walls glowing, As Faith's hand draws back the veil ; O, blest Lord, my heart is aching, For Thine Everlasting Rest ; Life-strings one by one are breaking ; Help, help, Lord, I am opprest ! 3O my Lord, " let me go over " To Thy " goodly Land" on high ; See my fainting spirit hover Spreading forth its wings to fly ; Hold me not, O King anointed, With soft kiss call me away ; 1 have liv'd the time appointed ; " If thou wilt" O say me "yea." 4 Lord, forgive if 'tis unruly Thus to yearn t'ov going home ; Thou, dear Saviour, knowest truly How such longings o'er us come; For Thine Own Name's sake release me, From this languor and sharp pain; Thou my only Lord, can'st ease me; I plead, that " to die is gain.'' 5O "let me go over/' Lord, To Thy "goodly Land " on high; Thy kind touch to me ace >rd, That shall shut my glazing eye ; By the Cross I make my dwelling ; Lord on Thee I place my sin ; Take me over Jordan's swelling; Blood-bought crown and robe to win. 60 "let me go over," Lord, To Thy " goodly Land " on high ; 'Tvvas Thy servant's pleading word ; Lord, wilt Thou again deny? O I weary am, and weak ; All the " outward man " decaying; Suffer me, that 1 may speak ; Kind Death come, long long delaying ! 445. Mi Disse:— " Non Cercar, L'ho Sotterato ! " (Tuscany: Disperati.) 1» 1 Car. xv. 1 Seek him no more ; I've laid hint 'neath the earth : [mocking mirth. Nay, Nay, O Death, surcease thy Not "him" but his — the poor worn robe of clay — [away. That only thou hast marr'd and pu t 2 I look not on Earth's level low, but Heav'n; I know whom I believe, by His grace given; [art; I know that thou, O Death, discrowned Nor fear thy scoffing ; no, nor yet thy dart. $Seek him no more ; I've laid him 'neath the earth ; A lie it is — of unbelieving birth ; Last Enemy ! Thy sword put in its sheath, Thou touchest- -since Christ died — but mortal breath. 4TI1011, Living Christ, Whom lowliest may trust, [our dust: The soul is Thine, not Death's; and ev'n Death ! Where's thy sting ? where Grave thy victory ? [sky- Our lov'd are not 'neath earth but pass'd to 5 Seek him no more ; I've laid him 'neath the earth : [mocking mirth ; Nay, nay, O Death, surcease thy Not "him" but his — the poor worn robe of clay — That only thou hast marr'd and put away. THE GOOD DIE NOT—NO MORE DEATH NOR PAIX. 201 446. The Good Die Not. " Mortality swallowed up of life." — 2 Cor. "'• 4- . „ _ '■'■Passed from deatli unto life. —St. John v. 24. " Your life is hid with Christ in God." — Colos. Hi. 3. 8.6.8.6.8.8. iThe good die not ; they but undre >s And lay them down to sleep ; They wake anon in blessedness ; Ev'n whilst for them we weep ; Let Faith ascend within the vail, Nor as disconsolate still wail. 2 The good die not ; He went before A mansion to prepare ; And if we only could thus soar, We should not shed a tear ; Laying aside their chrysalis Bless'd are they in that Day of His. 3 The good die not ; but disappear For the Lord's " little while : " Let us now watch ; the day draws near Shall close the brief exile ; In hope and patience let us wait ; Soon will unclose the Golden Gate. 4 The good die not ; an ampler life Is theirs where they have gone ; No more of sin, or grief or strife, Can vex His haven'd one ; " Life more abundant" their reward : Not lying dead 'neath daisied sward. 5 The good die not ; they but undress And lay them down to sleep ; They wake anon in blessedness, Ev'n whilst for them we weep; Let Faith ascend within the vail, Nor as disconsolate still wail. 447. Death Dethroned. 1 Cor. xv. 55-57. 8.6.S.6. 1 Death ! Men to Thee no longer bow, Nor as thy abjects stand ; There is no crown upon thy brow , No sceptre in Thy hand. 2 Thou art dethron'd two thousand years, By Him The Crucified ; Thou, born of sin ! Thou King of fears ! Didst die when Jesus died. 3 Thou touchest now but mortal breath ; The soul Thou dost not touch ; And, e'en a little child, O Death ! Before Thee need not crouch. 4 For He, the Prince of life, bids sing ; "No evil will I fear ; Thy rod and staff will comfort bring, When Death to me draws near." 5 We needs must grieve, we needs must weep, For lov'd ones gone before ; But ah ! in Christ, they do but sleep, The Day will them restore. 6 O praise and thanks unto the Lord, Who having died arose ; We rest upon His mighty word ; Our heart no terror knows. 7 Death ! Men to thee no longer bow, Nor as thy abjects stand ; There is no crown upon thy brow, No sceptre in thy hand. 448, No more Death nor Pain. Revelation xxi. 4. 7s. 1 Aching heads and aching hearts, In Earth's homes and in Earth's nrarts ; Wasted ones, ah ! slowly dying ; Unknown ones in anguish lying ; Shatter'd frames in hospitals ; Sick ones shelter'dby white walls ; Sweet as song to these the strain— Heaven knows " no death nor pain." 202 NO MORE PAIN. 2 Aching heads and aching' hearts, In Earth's homes and in Earth's marts ; Grave's corruption ante-dated, Death in life-time e'en instated ; Labor'd breathing-, sleepless nights ; Ashen colour that affrights ; To these the soft words pertain, Heaven knows " no death nor pain." 3 Aching heads and aching hearts, In Earth's homes and in Earth's marts ; Mothers wistful and heart-broken, By hope-quenching word, just spoken; Sons and daughters nigh distraught, That for dearest can do naught ; To these comes like " latter rain," Heaven knows " no death nor pain." 4 Aching heads and aching hearts, In Earth's homes and in Earth's marts ; Nerves unstrung and quivering, Burning pain and shivering ; Human skill, a mockery ; Yet, for long they do not die ; Ah ! What cheer to these, and gain, Heaven knows " no death nor pain." 5 Aching heads and aching hearts, In Earth's homes and in Earth's marts ; Lord ! bestow on us we pray Thine Own tenderness, to stay With the sufferer, and with heart, And with hand and patient art, Bear with us for sweet refrain, Heaven knows " no death nor pain." 6 Aching heads and aching hearts, In Earth's homes and in Earth's marts ; How shall we sufficient show What for years of health we owe? Grant us, Lord, our strength to give, To Thee, and for Thee to live ; Nor the lowliest task disdain : Heaven knows " no death nor pain." 449. No More Pain, io "neither shall there be any more pain." — Revelation xxi. j. 10.4. 1 There came to me, as o'er the late-mown grass Heav'n's tender rain ; A " still small voice," that from Above did pass — " There — no more pain : " Then, as I woke, it seem'd an angel note Of heavenly song ; That in His pity great, He caus'd to float, My way along. 2 "There — no more pain ; " O Saviour, soft and sweet, The holy phrase ! And now I come to Thee with tired feet, Full thanks to raise ; That thus Thou tell'st I shall notalwayslie Pained and weak ; But that, Thy purpose wrought, I by-and- bye My chain shall break. 3 Thou know'st the suff rings of this weary frame, My sleeplessness ; Thou knowest through long years the searching flame Of my distress ; Lord, give me patience still to watch and wait, Or long or short ; Be it for Thee, not me, to fix the date To enter port. 450. The Christian's Gain By Death " To die is gain." — Phillip, i. 21. 8s. 1 A NOBLE life hath noble end, Its sunset glory Heav'n doth lend; And dying saint doth oft attain Assurance, that to die is gain. CHRIST WITH ME OR I WITH CHRIST. 203 2 Wondrous the privilege to know, The "closer walk " with Christ below ; But soft and sweet as Summer rain, The gracious word, to die Is gam. 3 Growing in knowledge and in grace, Still running in the Christian race ; The child of God runs not in vain, The prize awaits, to die is gain. 4 Using all " talents " to him given ; Forgiving, as himself forgiven ; Blood-wash'd by Lovefrom ev'ry stain — This is his joy, to die is gain. 5 Honour to live and work for Christ ; For transient toil reward unpric'd ; But grander far with Him to "reign," Approving that to die is gain. 6 Increase, not decrease, Death will bring; The ransom'd soul shall upward wing ; No longer girt with galling chain ; To find in truth, to die is gain. 7 To sinless air, effulgent skies, Expansion of all faculties ; To re-clasp loving hands again ; Praise to the Lord! to die is gain. 8 For ever pure, for ever blest, How may the rapture be exprest ! O this shall be our glad refrain, To die is gain ! to die is gain ! 451. Christ With Me Or I With Christ.- ios. 1 If I am spar d, then Christ will be with me; If I am not spat d, I shall be with Christ ; I bless thee, saint of God, for thy sweet words ; I place them in my treasury unpric'd. 2 Feeble and worn, how often do I feel, That my poor life may end at any day ; Strangely it lengthens out, and I remain . Ready, please God, either to go or stay. 3 How many who began life's march with me Have long long since gone to the other side ! How many, who still live, live without God! Whilst I do know Him and in Him abide. .[White flakes are falling on my aging head, And deepen'd lines cross and recross my brow ; I cannot think to-day as once I thought; But ne'er lov'd Jesus more than I do now 5 The ties that bind me to this Earth are few ; Myheartascends where my best treasures lie ; I wait His final summons full of hope ; Yet fain would be at rest with Him on high. 67/"/ am spar d, then Christ will be with me, If I am not spar d, I shall be with Christ; I bless thee, saint of God, for Thy sweet words : I place them in my treasury unpric'd. 452. Not Dead, but Just Beginning to Live. Billy Bray ( secundus ) Haslam's " Life from Death." 1 "Death?" "Nay, beginning now to live ! " Thanks, O my God, that Thou did'stgive This word of cheer by dying saint Resting on Thee, when low and faint. 2 "Death?" " Nay," he said, with glazing eye,— They thought that he had gone on high— " Beginning now to live," he sigh'd, " Henceforth to live" — and then he died. 3 O glorious truth of holy faith ! O blessed triumph over death ! To die's to live, and die no more, With Christ, safe on the shining shore. 204 THE TEAR-DIMMED LAMP— TEARS BUT HOPE. 4 Be mine, Lord, — for 'tis Thine to give — This word, "beginning' now to live ; " When worn and weak I dying lie, Let no film hide Thee from my eye. 5 Death?" " Nay, beginning now to live!' Thanks, O my God, that Thou didst give TJiis word of cheer, by dying saint Resting on Thee, when low and faint. 453. The Tear-dimmed Lamp. i6s. " There shall be . . . boys and girls plaving about the streets." — Zech. vii. 5. 1 1 had a dream that wafted me far up to the City of Gold : Before me walls of jasper flashed and a crystal river rolled : And O most real dream it was ! For all I saw, as plain As when I look on the landscape green, thro' my trellis'd window pane. 2 Most glorious was this heav'nly sight, most wondrous was the throng ; Lo! myriadson myriads walked the shining streets along ; I yearning, gazed, until there came asweet soft mist ol' tears — Bat not of sorrow, for the scene still'd all my anxious fears : 3L0! lo ! I saw in one radiant square, marching in song-led tramp, Ten thousand bright young children, each holding a slender lamp. O fair were their sweet faces ! O winsome was the sight ! O wondrous was the vision from the holy Land of Light ! 4 Far, far on gleam'd the twinkling line, and I gazed upon each one ; At length, with start of wonder, I beheld my own dear son : Amaz'd, heart-bruis'd, I looked and looked — his lamp seemed going out ; I cried a cry of anguish keen — of agonizing doubt : 5" O Willie dear, my own lov'd child! oh, tell me what means this! Each lamp but yours burns brilliantly. — O are not you in bliss ? " He met my eye, he heard my cry, he named me by my name : "O mother! how can my lamp shine, since your tears dim its flame ? " 6 Then I awoke, but ne'er again for my lost boy to weep : I praised the Lord, Who thus lit up with joy my weary sleep : 'Twas but a dream of the night, I knew ; yet blessing it brought to me, For thoughts of the tear-dimmed lamp aye keep my heart from murmuring free. 7O mothers all, I tell you my dream, to reach out a helping hand, As wistful, childless, desolate, in your great grief ye stand ; Ev'n now look up to the City OF Gold, and in the line of light, By faith see there your dear ones playing, nor dim their lamps so bright. 454. Tears But Hope. " She goeth unto the grave to weep there." — St. John xi. 31 (Cf. xi. 26.) 6s. iWe weep amidst our graves, But fear thee not, O Death ; We are not now thy slaves, To speak with bated breath : Here, even here, we sing ; Our loss to Christ we bring. 2 Our hearts thou bruisest still, And plungest us in grief; But 'tis our Father's will, And thus we seek relief; We look beyond the skies, Not where the poor dust lies. SOOTHIXG THOUGHT- CHRIST IN THE UNDER-WORLD. jn: 3 We miss, we muse, we mourn, And shall unto the end ; Lord, unto Thee we turn ; Thy consolation send ! We know Thee,* Living One, And all that Thou hast done. 4 The ties of Earth grow less, As lov'd ones from us go ; But ties of Heav'n increase By increase of our woe ; O, Thou Incarnate Love, Lift us to Thee Above ! 455. Soothing Thought. Sf. Peter v. to. i os. i Another yet another young life goes ; Again and yet again falls in the strife ; Ah! I must own my Faith shakes 'neath such blows ; My anchor' d Hope is cut as with sharp knife ; But, lo! there comes to me a "still small voice " Bids me no longer mourn but aye rejoice ; I caught it even as my dear ones died — Life is completed on the other side. 2 Fair blossoms were just rounding into fruit ; [power ; TheiriNTELLECT — with glimpses ofbright Heart — open as the day, not involute ; And conscience — still unsullied as a flower; [voice," But, lo ! there comes to me a "still small Bids me no longer mourn, but aye rejoice; I caught it even as my dear ones died — Lifeis completed on the other side. 3 On this our Earth but genesis of things ; 'Tis still thus seen, and so it aye shall be; All broken — fleeting — as a bird on wings; O Lord ! thus day by day do we not see? But, lo! there comes to me a "still small voice " Bids me no longer mourn, but aye rejoice: I caught it even as my dear ones died — Life is completed on the other side. 456. Christ in the Under-World. 7s. Acts of Apostles ii. 27-] 1 : Ps. xic. 10 ; 1 rater Hi. 19. 1 Dead ! Upon the Cross suspended, Christ to Sheol is descended, In the under-world proclaiming Satan's throne shatter'd — him shaming; Everlasting purpose wrought, Redemption by His blood bought. 2 Patriarchs ! Seers ! Saints Him greet, Low-adoring at His feet ; All fulfill' d they had foretold In the far back days of old ; Jesus — His supreme work done ; Jesus — His full triumph won. 3 Burning hearts and glowing lips Welcome the apocalypse ; From First Man to latest son Rejoice o'er the completion ; Ring from earth and ring from heav'n Joyous songs by God's grace giv'n. \ Face of calm and high-borne palm ! Jesus brings all-healing balm ; Eyes of light and hand of might ; Jesus ! Thy Love infinite ! Prize-crown'd race! O words of grace! Heav'n made aye man's dwelling-place. 5 " It is done " — on Earth below ; " It is done" — all Heav'n doth know ; " It is done " — 'tis heard in Hell ; " It is done " — loud let it swell ; Pass'd appointed " forty days " He ascends 'fore The Twelve's gaze. 20t) RESURRECTION— THE OXE UNOPENED GRAVE. 457. Resi/rrection — The One Unopened Grave. 8s. No one win has seen the Last .ludgment of Beato Angelic > da Fiesole (in the Academy of the Fine Arts in Florence ever can forget its awesome realism in the lon^ avenue of open and empty graves terminated with the stately tomb of Christ, which alone is closed, heoause it has nothing to give up. A thrill passes thr >ugh the spectator as he gazes and reflects. St. Luke xsiv. 5. i Lo ! the great Day of Days is come, That shall men's probation sum ; Peals the last trumpet shatt'ringly, Thro' land and sea where'er graves be. 2Stirreth the universal Earth ; From dust again Man leaps to birth ; Innumerable as the sands [stands. Our whole Race 'fore the White Throne 3 One grave alone does not unclose To wake the sleeper's long repose, The tomb of Christ from Third Great Day, Forever ceas'd to hold its prey. 4 Christ is The Judge ev'n as He said — Judge of the living and the dead ; All numberless the dead arise, But Christ descendeth from the skies. 50ne grave alone does not unclose To wake the sleeper's long repose ; The tomb of Christ from Third Great Day, Forever ceas'd to hold it's prey. 6 Now, the Eternal Purpose wrought, All — all are to Last Judgment brought ; The graves yield ud their ancient trust ; Alive most secret-hidden dust. 7 One grave alone does not unclose To wake the Sleeper's long repose, The tomb of Christ from Third Great Day, Forever ceas'd to hold its prey. 8 And, lo! above his tomb is seen — Like pointed flames in bick'ring sheen ; Bright angels bovv'd before " the place " O r eyes rais'd to The Judge's Face. 458. The Resurrection. St. Mitt, xtviii. 8-10 ; St. Lake xxie. 10. i " We have seen the Lord: " O transcendent word ! He is now alive Who with Death did strive, On the " bitter tree " Rais'd on Calvary ; Yea, and in the tomb Made bright all its gloom ; Light of life — the Lord : O thrice-precious word ! 2 " We have seen the Lord :" O hope-giving word ! That the women brought When "The Twelve " they sought ; " We have seen the Lord :" O joy-bringing word ! Jesus' " work" all done, His great vict'ry won ; " We have seen the Lord: " O heart-calming word ! 3 We have seen the Lord :" O love-kindling word ! All fulfill'd He said ; Truth established ; " We have seen the Lord: " Bearing no sharp sword ; But sweet as before, Or more and still more ; " We have see?i the Lord:" O faith-working word ! 4 " We have seen the Lord :" O wonder-upbuilt word! That all hell confounds ; Gospel that astounds ; " We have seen the Lord : '' We have Him ador'd ; He the Living One Returns to His Throne : " We have seen the Lord : " Tell the mighty word. O DEATH WHERE IS THY STING— TYPES OE RESURRECTION. 207 5 " We have seen the Lord :" O fear-shatt'ring word ! We have seen (he Lord: " From the grave restor'd ; H% omnipotence Clear to ev'ry sense ; His abiding- power Our unchanging dower ; " We have seen the Lord:" O transcendent word ! 59- O Death where is thy Sting.— 1 Cor. xv. 55. 8.8.8.8.8. 1 They wrong thee O grace-changed Death' To whom the hard task is given Ceaseless to stop our mortal breath ; 'Tis thy pale hand leads us to Heav'n ; Men do thee wrong, O SILENT Death ! j No longer enemy but friend, [weep, Thou now dost weep with those who As " Jesus wept," and peace dost send ; " So gives He His beloved sleep :" Men wrong thee, O still-footed Death. 3 Thy touch is touch of ruth not hate ; Thy heart doth thrill to anguish'd grief; The Cross thou liftest in high state, To staunch sin's wounds with sweet relief; Men do thee wrong, O gracious Death. 4 Withdrawing from this earthly life Thou takest to pure Land of Light; Ending all Sin's turmoil and strife ; Soft, thy inexorable might : Men wrong thee O Christ- SERVING Death. 5 From failing to the never-fading; From few to many thou dost take ; From loads our bruised hearts o'erladmg, Thou as at one bright bound dost shake ; Men do thee wrong, O Gentle Death. 6 In Christ, thou bringest us to Christ, To tir^d feet and hearts giv'st rest ; I would with thee keep grateful tryst ; Like lost child, aching for His breast; Men wrong thee, O benignant Death. 460. Glory to Glory. 8.8.9.9. 2 Cor. ill. IS. 1 With " holy boldness" I draw near, For God, Thy grace casts out all fear ; I come with upward gaze unquailing, Not as the angels, my eyes veiling — ■ 2 With " open face " I Thee behold,— As in Thy precious word foretold : Thy "glory " in " a glass " reflecting; Yet humbled, Lord, my flaws detect- ing. 3 Laud, O my Saviour, for that grace That " changes " me, so that I trace Thine own " image," from grace to glory— Ah! 'tis Redemption's "old, old story." 4 Dwell in me, Lord, that I may see Myself " transform'd,"made like to Thee; I plead my dear Redeemer's merit; Fulfil Thine office, Holy Spirit. 461. Types of Resurection. Acts of the Apostles iv. 2. 10s. 1 All round about are types of Resurrection To meditative and anointed eyes; Lord, give to me Thy heavenly direction, That I thus look on green Earth and blue skies. 2 Behold ! awaking from dead Winter's arms The Spring is with us, all a-thrill with life ; " Trees — seeds — roots now deliver'd from all harms With numbness, cold, and darkness long at strife. 2o8 ROSES ON OUR FAMILY GRAVES IX BLACKBURN' CEMETERY. 3 Behold ! from death to life rises the seed Or eirly sown in the Spring-fur row' d field Or drawn forth from the ancient cere-cloth weed, When the grey pyramids their dead upyield. 4 Behold ! upon a rose a butterfly, Bursting from chrysalis with rich-stain'd wings ; Like creature not of Earth hut of the sky In the fair dower of beauty that it brings. 5 Behold! the chemist, how with subtlest cunning Fetching forth pureness from impurity ; Foul it goes in : — a touch, and swiftly running All is celestial white and clarity. 6 Repeat St. i. 482. Gone Before. St. Luke viii. 42 (Willie, James, John, and Grandpapa.) iTHOUcam'st, Death, tousagain and again, Filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with pain ; As out of cradles and " the old arm chair," Thou ledst our lov'd ones down thy unseen stair. 2 But ah ! Thou wast the ambassador of Love ; Didst not lead down but up to realms above; Thou stoppedst but their faint and labouring breath ; The Lord ot Life o'er-matched thee, O Death ! 3 Thou cam'st, Death, to our home again and again, [pain ; Filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with As out of cradles and " the old arm chair," Thou ledst our lov'd ones down thy unseen stair. 4 Away! Avay! on mighty gleaming wings Each soul redeem'd hisangel to God brings; Thou marr'dst no more, O Death, than th e poor dust, And that the Soul will claim again we trust. 5 Thou cam'st, Death, to our home ,again and again, [pain ; Filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with As out of cradles and " the old arm chair," Thou ledst our lov'd ones down thy unseen stair. 463. Roses on our FamilyGraves in Blackburn Cemetery. 6s. St. Matt. av'c. 14. 1 Roses, bright'ning our graves, — Red as the blood that saves ; Sweet messages ye bring, Yea, make our hearts to sing ; Ruddying 'neath Summer's breath Symbol ye to our Faith, Of great life-words He spake Tenderly for our sake. 2 Roses, bright'ning our graves, — Red as the blood that saves ; Glist'ning in the soft rain, — Yours are tears bring no pain : Ye in the sunshine smile — Lo ! smiles that know no guile ; To bruised hearts such charm As e'en Griefs stings disarm. 3 Roses, bright'ning our graves, — Red as the blood that saves; Your buds full sweetly blow As tho' it were to show Blown flowers on other side, Oar faithlessness to chide ; To fade — how tenderly ! Exhaling fragrantly. 4 Roses, bright'ning our graves, Red as the blood that saves ; Alas ! we still must weep O'er lov'd ones here who sleep ; ROSES ON OUR FAMILY GRAVES IN BLACKBURN CEMETERY 209 But Hope's tears, like yours pure, The more our hearts assure, That their dust here is kept By Him, on Earth, who wept. 5 Roses, bright' ning our graves — Red as the blood that saves ; Ye speak home to our hearts With art that knows no arts ; For ye our graves illume, Robbing them of their gloom ; And ve lift thoughts Above, To Garden of His love. 11. jjpntbr, ||nmcr, mxb SiasaH-SJattfesgtfriftg. _fl godly peasant home in Scotland: l&S./f onward. Our home consisted of a " but " and a "ben" and a "mid room," or chamber, called the " closet." The one end was my mother's domain, and served all the pur- poses of dining-room and kitchen and par- lour, besides containing two large wooden erections, called by our Scotch peasantry "box beds," not holes in the wall, as in cities, but grand, big, airy beds, adorned with many-coloured counterpanes, and hung with natty curtains, showing the skill of the mistress of the house. The other end was my father's workshop, filled with five or six " stocking frames," whirring with the constant action of five or six pairs of busy hands and feet ; and pro- ducing right genuine hosiery for the mer- chants at Hawick and Dumfries. The " closet " was a very small apartment be- twixt the other two, having room only for a bed, a little table, and a chair, with a diminutive window shedding diminutive light on the scene. This was the SANC- TUARY of that cottage home. Thither daily, and oftentimes a day, generally after each meal, we saw our father retire, and " shut to the door ; " and we children got to understand by a sort of spiritual instinct (for tke thing was too sacred to be talked about) that prayers were being poured out there for us, as of old by the High Priest within the vail, in the Most Holy Place. We occasionally heard the pathetic echoes of a trembling voice pleading as if for life, and we learned to slip out and in past that door on tiptoe, not to disturb the holy colloquy. The outside world might not know, but we knew, whence came that happy light as of a new-born smile, that always was dawning on my father's face ; it was a reflection from the Divine Presence, in the consciousness of which he lived. Never in temple or cathedral, on mountain or in glen, can I hope to feel that the Lord God is more near, more visibly walking and talking with men, than under that humble cottage roof of thatch and oaken wattle. Though everything else in re- ligion were by some unthinkable catas- trophe to be swept out of memory, or blotted from my understanding', my soul would wander back to those early scenes, and shut itself up once again in that Sanc- tuary Closet, and, hearing still the echoes of those cries to God, would hurl back all doubt with the victorious appeal, " He walked with God, why may not I?" — John G. Paton, Missionary to the New Hebrides: an Autobiography ( iSSq), pp. 10-12. PRAYER. 211 464. Prayer. 7s. "Praying always." — EpJiesians vi. iS. "Pray without ceasing:" — / Thessalonians v. 17. 1 For the praise that we may bring', For the thanks that we may sing- ; Lord, we bless Thy gracious Name, And the privilege would claim ; Making " grave sweet melody," Like to the redeem'd on High ; But, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer — The heart's white-wing'd messenger. 2 Joy — must sing, with a full heart ; Peace — its deepest rest impart ; Love — rejoices most in praise ; Hope — basks in its sunny rays ; Faith — is valiant and is strong As it sets its fears to song ; Yet, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer — ■ Loving Saviour's minister. 3 When the heart is bruis'd and sore, Sin prevailing more and more ; When the waves of sorrow dash I And all things we trusted crash ; When help needed, none is there, O how priceless then is Prayer ! Yea, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer- Of all blessings harbinger. 4 When the mystery of things Leaden darkness o'er us flings ; When the tempter doth assail, And his darts have pierc d our mail ; When in helplessness we lie, And can only mo in or sigh ; Then, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer- Darkest tilings interpreter. 5 When the body sick and low Makes the soul like sickness know ; When with weak and wav'ring will Unrest doth the bosom fill ; Thou Who break'st not bruised reed, How doth prayer our succour speed ! O Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer — 'Twixt both worlds, blest traveller. 6 When some testing crisis comes, That our destiny up-sums ; When upon us there doth lour Our whole life's decisive hour; When to choose right, we must dare, O how luminous is prayer ! Therefore threefold thanks for Prayer — In Faith's battles arbiter. 7 When the world is like to win, Conscience heard not 'midst its din : When Earth's joys with syren spell Seek our graver thoughts to quell ; And we yearn to burst the chain, Flee to prayer we must amain ; Dear, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer — Strong 'gainst ev'ry sophister. SWhen on this side, we would know How in holiness to grow ; And upon this sinful Earth Reach full stature of " new birth;" Holy Ghost, our hearts possess; Fill us with all Righteousness ; And, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer, Free — always — and everywhere. g Prayer — that breathes serener air ; Prayer — that lightens every care ; Prayer — that strengthens when in pain ; Prayer — that snaps our strongest chain; Prayer — that comforts when we sigh ; Prayer — that brings home by-and-bye; Thanks, Lord, threefold thanks for Prayer,. Of our soul's life register. 212 THE WRESTLING AT JABBOK— SUSTAINED PRAYER. 465- The Wrestling at Jabbok. 8.7. Genesis xxxii. 1 Jacob, Lord, by Jabbok wrestled ; Wrestled until break of day ; While men in their calm sleep nestled, God ! He met Thee in the way ; He the power of prayer must prove, Wrestling with Incarnate Love. 2 Half of Earth, Lord, half of Heaven ; Was the wrestling of that night ; Strangest conflict ere was given, Man — to put his God to flight ; " Let me go " —Thy pleading word ; Vain, till Thou hadst blest him, Lord ! 3 Thy saint, Lord, by Jabbok wrestled ; Wrestled until break of day ; While men in their calm sleep nestled, God ! He met Thee in the way ; He, the power of prayer must prove, Wrestling with Incarnate Love. 4 Victor in the mystic striving, Ne'ertheless he wounded was ; His importunance forgiving, Yet Thy hand did o'er him pass ; Touching sinew till he halts, Lest too high his triumph vaults. 5 Thy saint, Lord, by Jabbok wrestled ; Wrestled until break of day ; While men in their calm sleep nestled, God ! He met Thee in the way ; He, the power of prayer must prove, Wrestling with Incarnate Love. 6 Thou, soul, to Thy Jabbok led, Would this wrestling thouwould'st dare! Leaving, yearningly, thy bed, Sspending nights in anguish'd prayer; " On my strength lay hold," saith God, Ev'n as when this Earth He trod. 436. Si'stained Prayer. 8s. Si. Luke vi. 12. 1 O Lord, I read with pricked heart, [pray; How Thou did'st through the long night And how Thy saints let nothing thwarc, Their sacred prayer-hours, day by day. 2 Alas ! O Lord, I find it hard Truly to pray for one half-hour ; 'Gainst wand'ring I keep watch and ward, But soon — too soon — temptations lour. 3 O Lord, I read with pricked heart, [pray; How Thou didst through the long night And how Thy saints let nothing thwart, Their holy prayer-hours, day by day. 4 Teach me to pray, Lord ! and bestow Thy Holy Spirit's chastity ; [glow, Control my thoughts, make my heart Yea, hold me in Thy sanctity. 5 O Lord, I read with pricked heart, [pray; How Thou did'st through the long night And how Thy saints let nothing thwart, Their sacred prayer-hours, day by day. 6 Shew me myself, and all I need ; Shew me Thyself, and all Thou hast ; " Thou wilt not break the bruised reed ;" Thy mercy as Thy love is vast. 7 O Lord, I read with pricked heart, [pray; How Thou did'st through the long night And how Thy saints let nothing thwart, Their sacred prayer-hours, day by day. 8 Shew me the riches of Thy Book ; Shew me each promise faithful kept ; Turn on 1112 Thy heart-melting look, That I may weep as Peter wept. 9 O Lord, I read with pricked heart, [pray; How Thou did'st through the long night And how Thy saints let nothing thwart, Their sacred prayer-hours, day by day. I RESTRAINT IN PRAYER. 213 10 Give me to know of Pray'r the joy ; Give me to know its holy strength ; O let not aught my heart decoy, That prayer-possessed I be at length. 467. Restraint in Prayer. 8s. Proverbs iv. /_' / Micah ii. J ,' Job xv. ./. 1 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; This hardness fills me with dismay ; For, O my God, were I Thy child Within Thy Fold, not on the wild ; Sure "Abba Father," swift would come ; Not earthly thoughts or thoughts that roam. 2 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; Scarce have my poor words died away, Than steals o'er me a strange forgetting; Some worldly care my heart besetting ; Till 'tis as if I had not pray'd, Or ne'er my burden on Thee laid. 3 I find it hard. O Lord, to pray ; Idle and vain this to gainsay ; Alas ! my God, 'twere counterfeiting — My own benumbed conscience cheating — To i^o to Thee wearing a mask, And not desiring what I ask. 4 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; My weary case 'fore Thee I lay ; wilt Thou touch me with Thy fire, E'en if it be in holy ire ; That quicken'd by Thy Spirit's might, 1 may o'ercome in this sore fight. 5 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; My nay is yea, my yea is nay ; I cannot stead}' heart or eye, Know not the sweet pain of a " cry ; '' Feel astho' all were words, words, words, Less prayerful than the notes of birds. 6 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; For sin and Satan me waylay ; I throw myself upon my knees, But a cold heart my prayers will freeze ; Forgive, O Gentle One, forgive, Thy " Spirit of adoption " give. 7 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; I lack the graces that up-stay; Alas ! there come world, flesh, and devil, All the distracting powers of evil ; gracious Saviour, of Thy power Pour out on me Thy Spirit's dower. 8 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray; [ray? Wilt Thou send forth Thy quick'ning That shining on Thy Holy Word, Thy promises may me aftord Fuel to feed my Love's low flame, And bow me low in meek-fae'd shame. 9 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; Before myself I stand at bay , 1 know, I feel how much I need ; How I owe all to Thee did'st bleed ; For a brief moment comes a glow, The next as 'twere a fall of snow. 10I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; O God, my God, Thy power display ! Thou Who Thyself on mountain's heights, Pray'dst on and on through the long nights, Bestow Thy staying grace on me, To prove Prayer's blessed agony. 1 1 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; Wilt Thou m}' tempters far affray ? Be they within, be they without ; Born of my fears, or born of doubt ; Control my will, lift up my heart, Thine Own sweet secret, Lord, impart. 12 I find it hard, O Lord, to pray ; For ever I do lose my way : Lo ! darkness comes, distrust, distress ; Yea, comes distracting wilfulness ; Lord Christ, take Thou my heart of stone, Subdue, and make it all Thine own. 214 " PRAYED, AND SPAKE THE SELFSAME WORDS. 13 1 find it hard, O Lord, to pray; This hardness fills me with dismay ; For, O my God, were I Thy Child Within Thy Fold, not on the wild ; Sure "Abba Father," swift would come ; Not earthly thoughts or thoughts that roam. 468. " Prayed, and Spake the Self- same Words" (Greek): St. Mark xiv. 39. 7s. 1 Prayed and spake the self-same words : O the cheer that this affords ! To the soul that oft may be In its dark Gethsemane, Wordless all as though struck dumb ; For no longer will words come, Or will come but brokenly, Chok'd with moaning or lorn cry. 2 Thus, O Christ, proud Satan's hour O'er Thy spirit once did lour, When, in dark Gethsemane Prone, in deepest agony ; Thou, the cup of trembling held, W T hile Thy mortal flesh rebell'd: Prayed, and spake the set/same words ; O the cheer that this affords. 3 Even so, O Lord, to-day, When we more and more would pray : When wave-tost and tempest-driven We lift up sad eyes to Heaven ; When alone, we sadly moan, Tearless as insensate stone ; O the cheer that this affords ! Prayed, and spake the self-name words. 4 Pity us, O Lord, and see In our dark Gethsemane, When some looming dread event Fills us with astonishment ; And alas ! we can but cry " O my God, let it pass by !" Prayed, and spake the selfsame words: O the cheer that this affords. 5 In our lone Gethsemane Helpless, Lord, we cry to Thee; Still again, and yet again Ouick comes back our poor refrain ; The oft-utter'd same request, Of our aching, humbled breast ; the cheer that this affords ! Prayed, and spake the self-same words. 6 At Thy feet, my life I lay, Even though Thou should'st me slay ; 1 my sin can never tell — For it is unspeakable ; O my God, I moan to Thee, Wilt Thou mercy have on me ? Prayed, and spake the self-same words : the cheer that this affords. 7 Yet, Lord, wilt Thou give to me — In my dread Gethsemane; When some threat'ning trouble near, 1 ask succour while I fear — Thine Own Spirit me to bless, With Thine Own meek " Ne'ertheless ? O the cheer that this affords ! Prayed, and spake the self-same words. 469. The " Shl-t Door. St. Matt. vi. 6. 8s. 1 When worldly cares and troubles press And head and heart feel sore distress ; O God, my God ! my "shut door" brings Such calm as taketh out their stings ; Thy Hand — like mother's on my brow — Me blesses even as I bow. 2 When path of duty hidden is, And I know not or that or this ; When — as the Night without ils stars — Darkness my going on debars ; Lord, to my " shut door " I retreat ; Light beameth from the Mercy-seat. PRAYER IS THE DEW OF FAITH— PRAYER FOR PURITY. 215 3 When in the fierce strain of the world, Sharp, fiery darts at me are hurl'd; Which tempt me still to acquiesce In ways I dare not ask Thee bless ; Ah! In my " shut door " I get power To stand firm in the evil hour. 4 When by long sickness " ta'en aside," I, worn and weary, must abide ; Dread thoughts will come and me oppress As I sit in my loneliness ; But for my "shut door" I should be Piling" d darkly in despondency. 5 When by the stress of circumstance I can see no deliverance ; When Faith's lamp burnetii dim and low, That I a doubter almost go; There comes to me Thy "still small voice" And in my " shut door " I rejoice. 6 Lord, when Thy Face upon me shines, And my heart on Thy heart reclines ; When I, within, have " perfect peace" And from all turmoil sweet release ; In my "shut door" without alloy I find me singing out my joy. 7 I thank Thee for the House of Prayer ; By grace, I will " forsake " it ne'er; I thank Thee, too, for Family-prayer That sanctifies Home's daily care ; Thrice thanks for "shut door" where alone Each his own secrets maketh known. 470. Prayer is the Dew of Faith. - Mrs. L. H. Sigolrney. 6.7.7.7. 1 Thessaloiians v. 17. 1 Prayer is the dew of Faith : True what this sweet Singer saith ; Only thus shall we keep strong : Only thus sing Faith's bright song. 2 Prayer is the dew of Faith : Gently falls as on parch'd heath ; Brightening the sere and green With touch of beauty between. 3 Prayer is the dew of Faith : Bringing oft sweet after-math ; Freshening, yea vivifying ; Quickening e'en what is dying. 4 Prayer is the dew of Faith : Coming by the Spirit's breath; God of grace, Thy grace fulfil, Moulding our will to Thy will. 5 Prayer is the dew of Faith : True what this sweet Singer saith ; Only thus shall we keep strong ; Only thus sing Faith's bright song. 471- Prayer for Plritv. Ephesians v. 8 ; 2 Cor. iv. 6. 9.9.8.8. 1 Lo ! The Dawn in unsullied whiteness — ■ Shadow of the Almighty's brightness ; Far-streams along the Eastern skies, " Bringing all Heav'n before mine eyes." 2 Seem to flash — as in great days olden — ' ' Walls and towers ' ' of Jerusalem Golden ; Yea, I catch gleam of angel wings Speeding to Earth in burning rings. 3 Light of light, wilt, for Jesus' merit Make luminous my avvi'd spirit ? That walking closer with my God My faith be aye a shining road. 4 Alas ! Morn's skies are swift beclouded — Ev'n the imperial sun is shrouded ; Thou the Unshadow'd, keep me near, Then cloud or sun, I shall not fear. 5 Child of the Light — by Thy grace given — I yearn for riddance of Sin's leaven ; O Christ of God, in gentle might, Speak the great word, " Let there be light.'' 6 The purity of this fair morning — Celestial glory Earth adorning ; Be it with me, Lord, all the day, Nor ever suffer me to strav. 2l6 "NO MORE, NO MORE"— "LUX IN TENEBRIS." 7L0! The Dawn in unsullied whiteness — Shadow of the Almighty's brightness ; Far-streams along- the Eastern skies " Bringing all Heav'n before mine eyes Cor. xii. 2. 472. " No more, no more." 6s. In these churches Thilip was oft^n surprised by such an abundance of spiritual consolation that, unable any longer to endure so great a fire of love, he was forced to cry out " No more. Lord, no more," and throwing himself on the ground, he used to roll upin it, as though he had not strength to endure th« vehe- ment affection which he felt in his heart; and again he would vehemently cry out, '■ I cannot bear so much, my Lord. I cannot bear so much. Lord ! for see I am dying of it." — Bacci's Life of S. Philip of Neri of the Oratory. i " No ?nore, no more, O Lord ! " Thy LOVE, like flaming sword, Cleaveth my heart in twain With a delicious pain : Withhold, O Christ ! withhold !— Forgive if I'm too bold. 2 " 1V0 more, no more, O Lord /" Or double grace afford : My very flesh cries out Even as loud I shout ; Thy gifts, O Lord, refrain • Or 'fore Thee I am slain. 3 " No more, no more, O Lord ! Thou seest how each chord Of harp of thousand strings Touch'd by Thy Spirit, flings Me into ecstasy ; Yea Lord, I die, I die. 4 " No more, no more, O Lord ! " Thou of all Heav'n ador'd ; Too shallow is this heart To fill so great a part ; Lighten, my God, the strain Of this delicious pain. 5 " No more, no more, O Lord .'" Till I have cross'd Death's ford ; When by Thv merit sole I shall Thee full extol ; My heart enlarg'd, and I Citizen of the sky. "No more, no more, O Lord ! " Until in sweet accord Body and soul are one After the great "Well done;" Upward I then shall soar, Surceas'd " No more, no more. 473. Lrx in Tenebris. (On a paint big by Sir Noel Paton, engraved by J a m es Fa -d. ) 1 My way is long, and rough, and dark ; Crags frown above it, steep and stark ; And ghostly shapes the darkness haunt, That ev'n the boldest needs must daunt ; Rut soft as day-dawn on the hills, The Lord Christ His great word fulfils, ' ' Lux in tenebris" { ' ' Light in darkness. ' ' ) 2 From Thee, my God, I had stray'd far ; With Thee and Truth at strenuous war ; Against Thy strife of Love I strove. And still away from Thee would move ; I stifled conscience, dimm'd Thy light ; In very truth a child of Night : " Redde Lucem " ("Restore the light.") 3 How long Thy patience ! and how sweet In foll'wing my departing feet : How slow Thy wrath 'gainst me to burn ! How tender, seeking my return ! How conquering Thy gentle might ! Thou still did'st shine and did'st not smite: " Lux in tenebris." 4 I praise Thee, Lord, that thus it is ; I praise thee, Lord, for hope of bliss.; Still, darkness comes upon my path ; Still, throbsandstings,dreadofThy wrath; But guiding, guarding, left or right, Gracious Thou hold'st me, child of Light : " Lux in tenebris." FAMILY PRAYER -THE ALL-RULING FATHER. 217 5 I lay in pain upon my bed, While thro' the Vale of Shadows led ; O then how sweet with morning- rise, To turn my heavy-laden eyes To Jesus, "standing nimbus-crown'd, With a lost maiden He has found : 11 Lux in tenebris." 474- Family Prayer. Jeremiah x. 25. 1 Homes of Britain ! Stately, lowly, None in the wide world more PURE ; Kept of Thee, O God Most Holy, By Thy covenant strong and sure ; That Thy blessing still commands, Where a Family-altar stands. 2 Homes of Britain ! Stately, lowly, None in the wide world more BRIGHT ; Kept of Thee, O God, Most Holy, Lum'nous thro' Thy shining light ; For to shine Thou giv'st commands Where a Family-altar stands. 3 Homes of Britain ! Stately, lowly, None in the wide world more GLAD ; Kept of Thee, O God, Most Holy, Sanctifying ev'n the sad ; For Thy joy Thou dost command Where doth Family-altar stand. 4 Homes of Britain ! Stately, lowly, None in the wide world more blest ; Kept of Thee, O God, Most Holy, As on Thy true word we rest ; For Thy grace Thou dost command' Where doth Family-altar stand. 5 Homes of Britain! Christian homes ! Still may prayer in you abound! Daily as the sweet call comes, May all on their knees be found ! Foremost nation 'midst all Lands, Where the Family-altar stands. 475. Christ Jesus my crucified Love. Galatians v. 24. 8s. Beato Angelico Da Ftesole. 1 Christ Jems ! my crucified Love, [move Thy red wounds hardest hearts might Much more this heart, of grace new-born, 'Fore them must be with anguish torn. 2 Christ Jesus! my crucified Love, E'en now upon Thy Throne Above, Thou bearest radiant scars ; nor yet Thy " glorious shame" doth e'er forget. 3 Christ Jesus ! my crucified Love, M v love enable me to prove ; Going about still doing good, Under the shadow of Thy Rood. 4 Christ Jesus/ my crucified Love, Ne'er may I seek from Thee to rove ; Or dark, or rough, or long the road, Still would I go where Thou hast trod. 5 Christ Jesus ! my crucified love, Give me to strive as Thy saints strove; With sin without, with sin within, That I the final conquest win. 6 Repeat St. 1. 47G- The all-rulinx. Father. Romans viii. 15. 7 S< 1 Thou, " my Lord, my God," to me Givest "glorious liberty ;" Now I see, I feel, I know Thou all things dost guide below ; Nothing that Thou hast not seen ; Nothing trivial, nothing mean ; Nothing dark or involute, Ruling by laws absolute ; But a Father's heart o'er all That marks ev'n a sparrow's fall. 2 Thou, "my Lord, my God," to me Givest " glorious liberty ; " 1 can trust Thee now, my God, Yea, when Thou dost wield Thy rod ; 2l8 WINTER— SPRING, Ev'ry stroke Thou dost inflict Gracious is — aye, when most strict ; Prescient is Thy large forethought Into gifts and graces wrought ; Far above our poor contriving As above our wilder'd striving. 3 Thou, " my Lord, my God," to me Givest " glorious liberty ; " Thou to me a Father art When to Thee I yield my heart : Sovran Lord, but all in love As the end doth still approve ; Silent, yet all-hearing aye Who their burdens on Thee stay ; Thou hast spoken by Thy Son; Thou hast promis'd His "Well done." 4 Thou, " my Lord, my God," to me Givest " glorious liberty ; " Oft like Joseph speaking " rough " Thine Thou givest sharp rebuff; Disappointments sore, and pain And such pressure, and such strain As their heart-strings seem to break And their Faith and Hope to check ; But thro' all, Thine come to feel Darkest cloud will light reveal. 5 Thou, "my Lord, my God," to me Givest " gloi ious liberty ; " Wilt Thou keep me thus serene As upon Thee still I lean ? Wilt Thou with Thy strength me nerve That I ne'er shall from Thee swerve? Wilt Thou build me up in trust Thou dark problems will adjust ? Father, hear — I am Thy Child ; Keep me near Thee undefil'd. 477. Winter. Genesis viii. 22. 1 Tempests of wind and ram are here, Cold is the rain, yea cold is all ; Darkest, saddest time o' the year ; Winter reigns in wild carnival. Ss. 2 The days are short, the nights are long. The ways are rough, the skies are dim; Save Robin Red-breast, the birds' song Is hush'd ; stars shine as seraphim. 3 Far over street, and field, and hill, Oft falleth the snow's ghostly white ; The East-wind, keen-tooth'd, worksits will And Earth's manifold life doth smite. 4 Rich folks sit by their fire-side blaze, Shielded from harms others befall ; The poor their plaintive voices raise, And Thou, O God, doth hear their call. 5 For, " God o'er all," 'tis not by chance Cometh successive Seasons four ; Thou rulest o'er all circumstance, Thou carest or for rich or poor. 6 Tempests and winds, and snows and cold, Thou sendest in unchanging love ; Thy goodness cannot half be told, As Thou dost onward all thimrs move. 478. Spring. Genesis vii. 22 , *■/• 1 The clouds are passing from the sky O'er East and West gray turn'd to blue; Save for white spots that tenderly, Like flocks of sheep, come into view. 2 Like flocks of sheep, come into view Holding the treasure of soft rains; The Earth is quickening anew, Life strong-throbbing in all her veins. 3 Life strong-throbbing in all her veins, Shewing in field and wood and wold ; Daisies are wearing their red-tipt stains, And butter-cups their shining gold. 4 And butter-cups their shining gold, Amid the grass where couch the cows; The shepherds lead their flocks to fold, And active all within the house. 5 And active all within the house, For, lo ! the Spring bright dances in ; And none may laggard be or drowze But the Year's tasks of love begin. SUMMMER— A METRICAL MEDLEY. 219 6 But the Year's tasks of love begin, Giv'n, Lord, by Thee, to each and all ; Keep us, we pray, from ev'ry sin; Month in, month out, nought ill befal. 7 Month in, month out, nought ill befal ; The Winter past the green Earth smiles, And seems on all of us to call, Strength'ning I'ov duty, sweet'ning toils. S Strength'ning forfluty, sweet'ning toils; God for the Cov'nant, cov'nant keep ! Protect us 'mid the World's soft guiles, Be near us waking or asleep. 9 Be near us waking or asleep; With Thine Own "perfect peace" us fill. It is the Spring ! mild South winds sweep, And hark ! the cuckoo on the hill. 479- Summer— A Metrical MEDLEy. Psalm Ixxiv. 17. 1, The early trees are leafing; The birds their nests are reefing; The fragrant flowers are blowing, For bees full honey stowing; The hay's green waves are swaying, The South Wind o'er them playing; Brook'" Heath the greenwood shewing, In shine and shadow flowing; Skies one dome of flawless blue; Air as crystal-clear as dew. Summer is here! Summer is here! Lord of the Seasons ! Thou art near. 2. Wealth of bloom the May decking; Golden sunshine all flecking; Lambs running on the meadows, Sportive with their own shadows; Cows amid the grass resting Look with large eyes unmolesting; Children on banks glad reclining, Daises fair with rushes twining; Young hearts in lanes courting: Love and Purity consorting. Summer is here! Summer is here! Lord of the Seasons : Thou art near. 3. The corn-fields are yellowing, Wheat and barley mellowing; Wains are barn-ward creaking As tho' our thanks bespeaking For coming Autumn golden, Fulfilling cov'nant olden: Men's hearts a-gladdening Lifting.off their saddening; All intermingling voices Telling how Earth rejoices: Summer is here! Summer is here! Lord of the Seasons ! Thou art near. 4. All these riches thus outpour'd, Be Thou Lord, by all ador'd; Fill'd with joy, fill'd witli brightness, Help us walk in robes of whiteness; While the glad birds are winging Tune Thou our hearts to singing; While flov ers are incense sending May our praise and prayer be blending: While the bees are going, coming Let us work unite with humming: Summer is here! Summer is here! Lordof the Seasons! Thou art near. 480. Harvest Festival; or, Joy in Harvest. 7s. 1. God of Harvest, from of old Thy great Cov'nant is extolled; Summer! Winter! Autumn! Spring! Still unfailing Thou dost bring: Xow before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest- home. 220 FLOODS IN HARVEST— AUTUMN. 2. Thou didst watch the ploughed fiel d That the scattered seed might yield; Clouds and dews, and shine and shower, Thou didst give in plenteous dower : Now before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest-home. 3. O it is a beauteous sight To see 'neath Thy gladd'ning light; Golden corn and mellow'd wheat Laid abundant at our feet: Now before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest-home. 4. Yards and barns are brimming o'er; Hold for man and beast full store; Lord, wilt Thou receive the praise, That with bounding hearts we raise? Now before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest-home. 5. But as we united call At our Harvest-festival ; Fill us with heart-searchiug thought For the lit t It? we have wrought: As before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest-home. 6. Lord, alas ! how few the sheaves That our year's work with Thee leaves! And yet, Sun of Righteousness, Thou hast shone ou us to bless! Now before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest-home. 7. Ged of Harvest, from of old Is Thy faithfulness extolled; Summer! Winter! Autumn! Spring! Still unfailing Thou dost bring: Now before Thee, Lord, we come, Joyous o'er our Harvest-home. 48 L. Floods in Harvest. (>>-. (Composed in view of desolating floods in Lancashire and in \ 'orkshire and Cheshire, in mid-haroest. ) Jeremiah vi. 21-25. 1 The skies are thick with clouds, The clouds are black with rain ; The fields are drench'd with floods ; Bogging the lab' ring wain ; O God ! why all this waste ? Wilt not to rescue haste ? The Land laugh'd to the sun ; Taj sun laugh'd to the Land ; Wav'd harvest, gold and dun, But now all sodden stand ; O God ! why all this waste? Hear us, O Lord, and'Jiaste. Plenty for man and beast, Lies 'neath these pit'less showers ; North — South and West and East, The " great rain" all devours ; O God ! to us make haste, Arrest this frightful waste. 4 Is't as in days of old, That we do Thee forsake ? Is't as of Israel told, Thy Covenant we break ? Save us with gracious haste To " sanctify " this waste. 5 We would, Lord, lay us down In penitence and shame ; We have deserv'd Thy frown ; Forgive for Thy Great Name ! O God ! 'tis awful waste ; To help and save, make haste. 6 Behold, O God, Thy "sign" Belting the tumbling skies ; Ah, Thou art still benign ; We lift our swimming eyes; O Lord ! look on this waste, And to our succour haste. 482. Late Autumn. 1 Lo ! mottled green drop the leaves Littering beneath the eaves ; Robin hops on window-sill, Picking strewn crumbs with deft bill: Livid sky and low horizons; All the fens distilling pcisons: Late Autumn 'tis in the North ; Heralds of Winter, race forth. 7s. EARTH IS XO DESERT DREAR— EVERY A EETE HAS A TO-MORROW. 221 2 Ah ! " In huts where poor men lie " Who may tell the misery? Toils unceasing', wages scant, Ever face-to-face with want; Clamorous " little ones " and wife, Giving edge to the scr. 1 strife: Late Autumn 'tis in the North; Heralds of Winter, race forth. 3 Ye to whom the Seasons bring Naught of struggle or of sting; As ye count your blessings o'er Kmdly think of God's own poor; Christ is near; and lo ! He knows Hearts from which compassion flows: Late Autumn 'tis in the North ; Heralds of Winter, race forth. 4 It is not true life, to live " Three score years " mere fugitive; Fill them with kind thought and deed; Let your hearts for suff'ring bleed; For by light" ning others' cares, Ye 'receive' Christ unawares: Late Autumn 'tis in the North; Heralds of Winter, race forth. 5 Kindness still goes far to hush Waves of passion as they rush; Wild is the revolt 'gainst those Who their eyes shut to Poor's woes; Brothers, forth and know the worst. Lest upon ye vengeance burst: Late Autumn 'tis in the North; Heralds of Winter, race forth. 483- Earth is no Desert Drear. 7.8.7.8. lO beautiful is our Earth, Though shadows of blackness mar it ! O radiant is our mirth, Though tremblings of sadness jar it ! 2 As grows the rose on the thorn, Is the blessing above the wrath ; For Jesus the curse hath borne, And lifted the shadow of death. 3 I would not live alway here, Mj Home is in Heav'n above ; But Earth is no " desert drear," A-glow in the light of His love. 4O beautiful is our Earth, Though shadows of blackness mar it ! O radiant is our mirth, Though tremblings of sadness jar it. 434. Every F§te has a to-morrow. - 8.8.7.7. Alexander Vinet. Eccl. xi. 9. 1. Every fete has a to-morrow: See thou sow not seeds of sorrow ; Seeds that spring from bitter roots, Fecund with all baleful fruits. 2. True and pure be all thy pleasures As thy conscience to thee measures; If from Him thou would'st withdraw Know they're evil — stand in awe. 3. Every fete has a to-morrow : Light of joy will shadow borrow ; Action base, and the base thought Heart flee — by The Spirit wrought. 4. O be not by FAIR sin " taken !" 'Tis asp, be it from thee shaken ; Lures to tempt — tempts to betray, Yea, thy very soul to slay. 5. Every fete has a to-morrow That doth pierce 'twixt "joint and Never let thy retrospect [marrow " ; Thy heart growing cold detect. 6. God the Lord doth will thy gladness; Seeks not Thou should'st walk in sadness; Only, that as "child of light" Thou live ever in His sight. 7. Every fete has a to-morrow : Yet thy soul this need not harrow ; God, thy God, benignant is, Brightening thy way to bliss. 222 FOR OUR ENGLAND --FOR ENGLAND. 12. Matronal Immts. 485. For ocr England. Deuteronomy iv. y. i God of our Fathers ! Thou hast blest This island-empire of" the West ; From age to age inviolate, Still keep it strong in high estate ; Home of the free, and free-men born ; Charter, ne'er by proud tyrant torn. 2 God of our Fathers ! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West ; Invaders vain their flags unfurl'd, Our England from her shores them hurl'd; It was not luck, it was not chance, Preserv'd our great inheritance. 3 God of our Fathers! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West ; Early Thy Gospel shed its light ; Early the Cross approv'd its might ; And now no land beneath the sun For Jesus Christ so broadly won. 4 God of our Fathers ! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West; Never has England wanted men To take the field, or hold the pen ; Great deeds of finest daring done ; Supremest books, surpass'd of none. 5 God of our Fathers ! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West ; Bards ! Thinkers ! Workers ! aye renown'd, And by the round world's homage crown'd ; -Thro' Thee, our islands have sent forth, To mould the forces o( the Earth. 6God of our Fathers! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West ; With riches such as beggar Ind, Or fables in romance we find ; And power to such circumference As shadows forth Thy Providence. 7 God of our Fathers ! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West ; Increasing millions speak our tongue — The grandest ever said or sung — May past experience chastise I Each generation be more wise. 8 God of our Fathers ! Thou hast blest This island-empire of the West; My country! O may England's might Stand ever strong to guard the right ! Mav poverty and crime surcease, Heaven lead in the reign of Peace And 436 On South For England. reception of Burmah, .\>: Guinea, Africa, recently. i My native Land ! I see thee stand The mightiest of nations known ; O God! command, with lifted Hand, That deathless shall be her renown ; But, Lord, we seek Thee so to bless, That we may grow in righteousness. 2 My native land ! Noble the band That aye have thy great makers been; Thy sea-washed strand, doth still expand, Till ne'er was such an empire seen; O grant, my God, that being great, The right we love, the wrong we hate. 3 My native Land ! Thou dost demand From all thy children — sons and To understand that like the sand, [daughters Which holds in check her tidal waters; Each shall seek to keep her name. Untouch' d of Cruelly and blame. aMv native Land ! The reprimand By God to His Own Israel spoken; When with strong Hand, by Moses' wand, Proud Egypt's heavy yoke was broken ; Let it still thunder to our heart, ' Thy God has made thee what thou art.' FOR SAILORS -AFTER A STORM AT SKA. 223 5 My native Land ! I see thee stand Mightiest of nations known; O God! command, with lifted Hand, Deathless shall be her renown; But, Lord, we seek Thee so to bless, That we may grow in righteousness. 487. FoR Sailors. Psalm l.xv. 5. 1 O God of the Land ! I place in Thy Hand, Wife, chilldren and all; Whatever befall, Do Thou them safe keep Whilst I'm on the Deep. 2 O God of the Sea, I look unto Thee ; Our ship wilt Thou guard As Thou hast declar'd ? By day and by night Keep me in Thy sight. 3' O God of the Land ! Who dost all command, May my dear ones still Thy good word fulfill; All cares on thee cast, Come quiet or blast. 4 O God of the Sea ! Look Thou upon me; Preserve Thou my lips From all profane slips; Temptations beset; I'm apt to forget. 5 O God of the Land ! Before Thee I stand; Me and mine defend. All needed help send; At home or abroad, Be Thou still our God. 6 O God of the Sea ! Our Guardian be; Come tempest or calm, This shall be our psalm: The Lord He is near, What ill need we fear. 488. 7s. A Christian Sailor's Hymn at Sea. 1 Sailing on and on all day, Sailing on and on all night; I am with Thee Lord alway; Thou with me, in love and might; Come there storm or come there calm, Thus I sing my evening psalm: 'I with Thee, and Thou with me.' 2 Sailing on and on all day, Sailing on and on all night; Home and dear ones far away; But Thou'rt near them — all is right; Come there storm or come there calm, Thus I sing my evening psalm; 1 ' Thou art near, I will not fear.' 3 Sailing on and on all day, Sailing on and on all night; Knowing not what happen may, Yet Thou knowest — that gives light; Come there storm or come there calm, Thus I sing my evening psalm: ' I with Thee, and Thou with me.' 4 Sailing on and on all day, Sailing on and on all night; Hard my work, but I obey, Ever Lord, as in Thy sight, Come there storm, or come their calm, Thus I sing my evening psalm: ' In Thy sight, thro' day and night.' 5 Sailing on and on all day, Sailing on and on all night; Thou, O Lord, art still my stay; Danger cannot me affright; Come there storm or come there calm; Thus I sing my evening psalm: ' I with Thee, and Thou with me.' 489. After a Storm at Sea. Psahn cvii. 29-30. 8s. i.God of my life! God of my life! Thro' fiercest winds and waves at strife ; Thro' week-long fogs in ghostly gloom — Reverberating thunder's boom ; 224 IN THE "DESIRED HAVEN "-SHIPWRECK. Thou hast us brought backsafetoland, — The sea "in hollow of Thy Hand." 2. God of my life ! God of my life ! In deepest stress Thy help is rife; The laboring ship's sudden-rent *>ail; The quiv'ring masts fore driving- gale ; Thou hast us brought back safe to land, — The sea "in hollow of Thy Hand." 3. God of my life ! God of my life ! As tho' the Cyclone held a knife, Thy edged cold the dim air froze ; Or sleep or food none of us knows; Yet Thou hast brought us safe to land, — The sea "in hollow of Thy Hand." 4 God of my life ! God of my life ! I thought of home, of children, wife; But laud! ev'n when by tempest driv'n, Shoneclearandsteady light from Heav'n: And Thou hast brought us safe to land, — The sea " in hollow of Thy Hand." 490- * N the "Desired Haven." Psalm cvii: 30. 1 From utmost end of Earth I cry, To Thee O God, my God Most High; By day and night still onward sped, Our good ship is safe anchored. 2 Lord, Thou hast sent us fav'ring gales; Lord, Thou hastfill'd our spreading sails; Lord, Thou hast prosp'rous voyagegiv'n, Aye lighting us with light from Heav'n. 3 O God, my God, I pray that Thou Would'st hear me as I pray that Thon On board, on shore, where'er I go, That I am Thine, help me to shew. 4 Alas! too soon, Lord I forget Mercies and perils I have met ; O wilt Thou keep them in my mind. That each day grateful may me find. 5 From utmost end of Earth I cry, To Thee O God, my God Most High ; By day and night still onward sped, Our good ship is safe anchored. 491. The Sea. 8s. 1 Thou hast a voice, O thou great Sea, That might be the strong voice of God ; But how dread were man's misery, If only thus th' Almighty spake : His soul with terror white should shake, And look for his uplifted rod. zThund'ring upon a thousand shores, With pulse-beats, like a human heart ; There comes such cry amidst thy roars As maketh mortals prostrate bow A-hushedandawed, with throbbing brow: For thou, O Sea, thrice-awful art. 3 Not thus, O not thus, God doth speak, But stilly as in days of old ; Not thus the hardest hearts doth break ; Like breeze of eve He softly breathes — His vengeful, furbished sword He sheathes, Is it not in the Gospel told ? 4 It is told, O "my Lord, my God;" And as I turn me to Thy Word I bring to Thee all my sad load ; Thy voice so sweet, so soft and low, O let it into my heart go ; Ah ! Jesus, Thou art still our Lord ! 492. Shipwreck. 7.7.7.6.9.4. _' Cor. XI. 1 The sea is up, and under Quick go the shuddering ships; Loud booms the fire-seam'd thunder; Sky black as in eclipse; O Jesu ! hear Thy suppliants' cry, For Thou art nigh. 2 Wave on wave in whiteness breaks, Weighing down the moaning deck; And beneath is whisper'd, " Leaks Gain on us: O vain to check:" O Jesu! hear Thy suppliant's cry, For Thou art nigh. THE MINER'S SOXG. Sails and cordage — all are gone; Crashing down, the masts o'erwhelm; O my God, leave not alone! The ship will not obey the helm: O Jesu ! hear Thy suppliant's cry, 4 For Thou art nigh. Vain — ah vain ! yet not in vain, As near to Heaven by sea as land; Lord! to Thee I turn in pain, Grasp me with Thy saving hand: O Jesu ! hear Thy suppliant's cry, For Thou art nigh. 193. The Miner's Song. Gen. v. 2Q ; 2 Thess. Hi. 10. 1 Deep down in the dark and rock-walled Earth, Where minerals— God's gifts— have their birth : All lying there through time untold, — Coal — iron — lead — tin — silver— gold : We miners work in the lone black night, Yet oft by grace we're children of light ; Aye trusting the Lord, tho' danger is nigh, Safe-guarded of Him, our God Most High. >Each man has his post, and ours is the mine, Not merely of chance, but of order divine; He Who plac'd His stores there most clearly foresaw Men's hands and men's toil must these stores forth-draw ; We miners work in the lone black night, Yet oft by grace we are children of light : Aye singing praise and thanks to the Lord, We're restful through resting on His Word. 3 How wondrous the treasures our Earth contains ! How wondrous the working our God ordains ! The shadow of risk o'er every hour, But still beneath His protecting power ; We miners work in the lone black night, Yet oft by grace we are children of light : Aye looking up even thro' the dark, And knowing the Lord to our cry will hark. 4 So we calmly commit us to Thy keeping, Whether we're toiling or quietly sleeping ; Whether above, Lord, or down below, We are strong in Thee wherever we go : We miners work in the lone black night, Yet by grace we're oft the children of light: Our hands soiled and hard now, but by- and-bye We shall pass beyond the br'.ght blue sky^ T^SlT 226 LOOKING BACK-OLD AND NEW YEAR. 13. ©ft aitb icto fm Sterfto*. 494 Looking back — old and new YEAR. I OS. i Lo ! On God's loom, the Old Year hangs complete, Woven of joyand grief, of hope and fear; Once more within the House of God we meet, » To wait for and to welcome the New Year. 2N0W, ere the Old Year passes out of sight, Its blessings manifold we would recall; Mercies and troubles, mix'd of dark and bright, Its number' d days have brought to each and all. >3 For some, sweet chains, two hearts in one have bound, Making the house of life the house of love; New " little ones " in some glad homes are found, Bringing to Earth the light of Heav'n Above. 4 Our boys and girls have ripen'd and have grown; Bless God for all now walking " in the Way;" Much of His "good seed" has in them been sown; The dear Lord keep them till life's clos- ing day. ^Grey hairs, not unperceiv'd, are here and there On some of us— first flakes of Age's snow; Changes and chances,meet us everywhere; Our Father's daily discipline below. 6 Alas! We miss lov'd faces here to-night, Familiar faces, seen on Earth no more; But not for ever gone; The Lord of Light Said, "Go up higher to the golden shore." 7 Oh! To be watching for that solemn hour ; Lord Jesus, make Thy Truth, Thyself more dear; Now fill us with the Spirit's living power, And we shall dare to welcome the New Year. 495. Onward — Upward — Heavenward Tunc — Rutherford's ' Immanuel's Land.' 1 Once more grey Time the Warder Shouteth his midnight cry; " Behold ! The Old Year dieth, The New Year draweth nigh !" Lord, we would catch the summons, But with no pulse of fear; God's messenger we hail him; God's voice thro' him we hear. 2 O shew us now Thy glory, Thy beauty and Thy grace; Yea, lift upon us, waiting, The splendour of Thy Face ; That 'neath the radiant vision, We onward still may go; Ascending, aye ascending, Until our pathway glow. 3 O fill us with deep longings, For better than "new wine"; Thy peace, that never changes, The joy Thou givest Thine ; THE NEW YEAR BORN— ANOTHER YEAR. 227 Bestow 011 us Thy fulness, Even losses proving crises, Thy purity, Thy love; Blessings 'gainst our dark surmises; That, like to Thee in all things, And our suff rings sweet surprises; Our Home may be Above. Rose on each thorn. 4 Our mouths attune to praises, 4 On we look, ourselves exhorting, Howe'er our faith be tried; This New Year morn ; Our hearts, still keep Thou tranquil, Red-cross knights, with Thee cohorting, Whatever may betide; This New Year born ; That thus in sweet communion, Thy Cause, heart and hand supporting ; Our daily duty done; World nor flesh consent extorting ; We each may win the palm-branch, While to Thee is our resorting ; And each receive the crown. Glad or forlorn. 5 The Past lies now behind us ; 5 Shine, Lord, on our ignorances, On it be pardon seal'd; This New Year morn ; The Present is around us, Give us Faith's anointed glances, The Future unreveal'd ; This New Year born ; Or long - , or short our lives be, Rule us Truth not circumstances; We place us in Thy Hand ; Trusting Providence, not chances ; O Jesus, guide and guard us, Meekness grow with sure advances, L T nto Thy blessed Land. Let who will scorn. 4:98. The New Year Born. 6 Be our spirits calm or riven, Tunc — "O how He loves, "Sankey's S.S. 125 This New Year born ; Peaceful living, or storm-driven, 1 While together we are singing This New Year morn ; Ere New Year morn ; Be it good or ill us leaven ; Lo ! The midnight bells are ringing, Graces rip'ning, sins forgiven, For New Year born; Bring us near and nearer heaven, Tidings far and near forth-flinging, Each New Year morn. Of the Old Year upward winging; Of the New Year's blessings bringing; 497. Another Year. The New Year born. Tune — Wells, ?'s. 2Lord, as low before Thee kneeling, 1 Awe, and Hope, and Trust, and Fear This New Year Morn; Meet before the unknown Year; Prayer andpraise our vows re-sealing, Whether long or short our path, This new Year born; Christ, our Lord, the secret hath ; Fill us with all holy feeling; Long or short, Lord, let it be Thy blest Spirit o'er us stealing; As it seemeth best to Thee. Thy great love afresh revealing, To weak and worn. 2 Come then grief, or loss, or pain, As we onward march again ; 3 Back we look, and on us rises Bear away upon its wing This New Year morn; Mercies, or new mercies bring ; Vision of Thy Love's disguises, May the Year we enter on This New Year born ; Holy be to every one! 2«8 A NEW YEARS HYMN— THE JUDGMENT. 3 Nearer, Lord, to Thee we cry, Living' ever 'neath Thine eye; Liker Thee we yearn to grow, Temples of Thy grace below; That possessing and possest We may as Thine Own be blest. 4 Use us, Lord, each day to serve, Never from Thy Way to swerve ; Use us, Lord, some work to do, Brave, or good, or right, or true ; Use us, Lord, Thy truth to speak, On Thy Day, and all the week. 5 Faithful in a little, may We still keep the "narrow way"; Light of glory on us shine, Making earthly lives divine ; Light of duty on us break, Doing all for Jesus' sake. 6 Awe, and Hope, and Trust, and Fear, Meet before the unknown Year; Whether long or short our path, Christ, our Lord, the secret hath; Long or short, Lord, let it be As it seemeth best to Thee. 49S. A New Year's Hymn. 7.7.8.8. Tune — German Hymn. 1 Gone the Old Year, come the New, Lord, we would our lives review; 'Neath Thy Throne of Grace adoring, Our imperfect Past deploring. 2 Gone the Old Year, come the New, Lord, we would unto Thee sue; In the Present swiftly gliding, Thou, O Thou, be our abiding. 3 Gone the Old Year, come the New, Lord, we would to Thee be true ; Thro' the FUTURE onward moving, Keep us by Thy sweet reproving. 4 Gone the Old Year, come the New, Lord, with more grace us endue; In Thy cross, behold our token ! Seal the words that Thou hast spoken. 5 Gone the Old Year, come the New, Lord, we seek Thy nurturing dew; Past and Present, Future, all, Trust with Thee, whate'er befall. 499- Transient and Permanent. i Men's live come and men's lives go, Still the fragile flowers blow; Think my soul, what meaneth this! Soft admonishment I wis: Fragile may the strong outlive ; 'Tis thy God's prerogative. 2 Men's lives are but brief we see; While for centuries grows the tree ; Think my soul, how once again Warning comes, like a refrain ; Life of man not here complete, See life's fulness in Christ meet. 3 Few years to the grave must bring, Still the blithesome birds will sing; Think my soul, ere that " too late" Greet thee at Death's iron gate; Ever live that when thou'rt gone Thy kind deeds shall still live on. 4 Lords of broad lands disappear, Brooks remain and gleaming mere: Think my soul, and look above, And thy heart from Earth remove; That, when e'en the sea is dried, Thou, redeem'd, one shall abide. 5 If we but for this life live, — Changeful, hard and fugitive — Flower and tree, and land and brook, Bear unto us all rebuke: * Live in Christ, and thus be heir To all ages, here and there. 500. The Judgment.— Rev. vi. 12-17. 8.7.8.7. 1 Day of Judgment ! Day of Terror ! To the Christless in their gloom ; Lo ! It bursts in sudden horror — Dawn of dread and day of doom. THE JUDGMENT. 229 2 Thro' the awful darkness flashing, See the Great White Throne appear ; Hark ! While flaming walls are crashing, The last trumpet smites each ear. 3L0 ! In haste the Heaven fleeth, From that Face like to the fire ; And beneath, the strong Earth heaveth ; Who shall stand before His ire ? 4Black the sun — of light forsaken; Red as blood the lab'ring moon; And the stars — like figs storm-shaken — On the shudd'ring Earth are strewn. 5O the anguish! O the crying! " Mountains falling, on us fall " ! O the terror! O the sighing! " Shaking rocks, O hear our call ! " 6 Every eye beholds Him splendent, They who scorn'd and they who loved ; Seraphim around attendant, Sheep and goats apart have mov'd. 7O the tremour ! O the clangour ! O the cow'ring and amaze ! As The Lamb in holy anger Shows the Lion's lightning gaze. 8 Who are these with peaceful faces ? Who are these who softly sing ? Ah! The blood-bought in their places, As they soar on starry wing. 9 Who are those in ashen pallor ? Eyes averted, clenched hands ? These ? The lost in woe and dolour Plunging to hell's burning strands. » ioDay of Judgment ! Day of terror ! To the Christless in their gloom ; Lo ! It bursts in sudden horror — Dawn of dread and day of doom. 14. %ht lifc-.stcmr of %ts\\s Clmsi our %oxh. Jx Sacred Cantata. " Jl name which is above every name:" (Philippians i. 9. %* I indulge the " (Pleasures of Hope " — may they not wholly prove " (Pleasures of Imagination"! — that some capable and sympathetic Composer, will arrange these Celebrations of the chief incidents in the life of oar Lord to music xuorthy of such celebrations. I have not come up to my ozvn idea and ideal. JJevertheless I cherish a hope that just as it is this Cantata will some d.ay have its own Oratorio. Bethlehem. / Timothy ili. 16. Bethlehem! O Bethlehem! Judah's fairest coronet. Bethlehem! O Bethlehem! Still upon thy green ridge set : Angel feet these fields have trod; fieav'nly light has o'er them stream'd; When th' Eternal Son of God — Child of Promise — on men beam'd; Star of th' East, the sages leading — Of the manger not asham'd — Lowly shepherds their flocks feeding; Mightiest birth of Time proclaim'd. Bethlehem! O Bethlehem! Of all hallow'd'spots, the gem. 2 . Nazareth. St. Mark vi. j ; St. John i. j6. Nazareth! O Nazareth! Couch'd like bird in hollow'd nest. ' Nazareth ! O Nazareth ! Light of glory on thee rest ! Tho' a name of evil holding", Here was brought 'The Undefil'd'; Like a dove a serpent folding, Here grew up 'The Holy Child' : Toiling for a workman's bread, Carpenter in village small ; Thrice ten years away had sped, Ere Thou heard'st the supreme call. Nazareth ! cross-like we see, Thy stain' d name from all stain free. THE BAPTISM— SAMARIA. 23 r 3_ The Baptism. St. Matthew Hi. ij ; (and vv. ij-ij). Thy Baptism ! O Thy Baptism! Sinless One! O Man divine! Why Thy Baptism! Why Thy Baptism! Ah ! for sin that was not Thine. Hark! the testimony given, ' This is my beloved Sou ' ; While descends from cloven heaven The Dove, sealing what is done. Christ! Thou wast my Substitute! This rite hallow'd was for me ; 1 draw near with rev' rent foot, This myst'ry of grace to see. O Thy Baptism ! Cleanse me, Lord, By Thy mighty, quick'ning word. 4 # The Temptation. St. Matthew iv. 1-11 ; Hebrews iv. 75. (Rev. Vers.) Quarantana! Quarantana! W Where the tempter dar'd his worst. Quarantana! Quarantana! Lone and lorn, like place accurst. O my Saviour, Thou wast tempted ! Thyself proved our ev'ry snare! From no searching flame exempted ! Of no testing unaware ! Felt Sin's force ; its sudden seizure ; Felt Sin's terror; felt Sin's pain; Felt the anguish of Sin's pressure ; And as "tempted" dost remain. Quarantana! Bless His Name. Still "well knoweth He our frame ." 5. Galilee. St. Mark i. ij. Galilee! O Galilee! Lustrous Sea, and plains, and hills! Galilee! O Galilee! Name that yet the World's heart thrills. Gone, God's Israel from thee now, Where the Law from Sinai fell; But Thy "Mount" lifts loftier brow; Lord, Thou hast the mightier spell . Great words spoken by "the Lake," Forth o'er all the Earth have gone ; Nor shall cease men's hearts to shake Till Redemption's work be done. Galilee! Capernaum! Terrible shall be your doom. 6. JUDiEA. St. John Hi. 22. O Jud.^ea! O Judaea! Sweeter name than note of birds. O Judaea ! O Judaea ! Thou did'st hear His tend'rest wgrds. "Wounded man" by road-side lying, "Fig-tree" spar'd and "graff" in "vine" ; Priceless, too, "the shepherd dying": These, O favor'd Land, were Thine ! Who may seek to tell their story? Who may gauge their gentle power? Who may reckon up their glory? As the Gospel's richest dower: O Judaea! deed and word Link thee, deathless, with "The Lord." 7. Samaria. St. John iv. 4 et se/j. O Thou fair Samaria ! Diadem of Palestine. Glorious Samaria ! Thy first beauty still is thine. Vine, fig, olive on hill side, Flocks, and herds in dale and fell ; Thy great memories abide ; Bethel ! Shechem ! Jacob's Well : Words of portent — words of blessing — By the Master spoken there ; God no more a House possessing, Lo ! to be found ev'rywhere ! Country fair! a woman's fame, Gives to thee undying name. 232 MIRACLES— PUBLICANS. 8- Miracles. Acts of the Apostles ii. 22. Miracles ! O Miracles ! The most heartless hearts ye move; Miracles ! O Miracles! Words of pity, deeds of love: Came the deaf — anon they heard; Came the dumb — a touch, they spoke; Came the blind — saw with a word; Dead were brought, and lo ! they wake! Devils ev'n were subjugate. Ne'er came one Thou did'st delay; Ne'er came one who came " too late;'; Ne'er was need that said Thee nay: Miracles of gentle might, Ye Him crown with stars of light. 9. Parables. St. Mark iv. 2. Parables ! O Parables ! Food for heart and food for mind. Parables ! O Parables ! Barb'd yet soft as the South wind. Wisdom — such as mocks the Sages ; Grace— full of all sweetest ruth; Love — that widens down the ages, From the 'Way,' the 'Life, 'the 'Truth.' 'Lost Sheep' — 'Lost Coin' — ' Lost Son ' — How they set the Gospel forth ! [all, Nor shall cease their gracious call, Till 'tis heard by the round Earth. Parables ! before all eyes In you Christ's heart open lies. "10 .Public Ministry. St. Matthew iv. ij. Ministry ! O Ministry ! God in Christ and Christ in God. Ministry ! O Ministry ! Love's soft hand holding the rod. Words of deepest wisdom speaking; Works of might, with mercy joiii'd; All His wandering sheep still seeking; Ceasing not until He find. His Own Twelve preparing, training, ' He went ever doing good;' His whole life but a detaining, Till He shed His awful blood. Ministry! O Ministry ! Gaz'd at With a swimming eye. 1 1 . Pharisees. St. Matthew xxiii. 13-17. Pharisees ! O Pharisees ! Awful His rebukes to you. Pharisees ! O Pharisees ! Heart-o'erwhelming; but how true ! Still reverberates His ' Woe,' The far centuries along; Bends Hypocrisy, how low ! None the less keen falls His thong Masked falsehood, but a cloak, Howe'er grand, or deftly worn; Sharper, heavier the stroke, And inexorable scorn: Pharisees of later day, Fit ye tremble with dismay. 12. Publicans. St. Matthew xi. iq; xxi. ij. Publicans? O Publicans! The great heart of love ye knew. Publicans ! O Publicans ! The great heart of love knew you. Scorn'd, malign'd, ye to Him crept, Laying there your burdens down ; Laden, weary, as ye wept Lo ! a welcome, not a frown ! Well He understood your grief, Well He felt your shame and ban ; With sad words ye sought relief; Soft as tears His pity ran. Publicans! 'tis Gospel still; Turn to Christ whoever will. THE MULTITUDES— JERUSALEM. 233 "13. The Multitudes. St. Mark xii. 37. Multitudes! O Multitudes! Hedge and highway forth did send. Multitudes ! O Multitudes! Ah ! They felt Who was their Friend. Rabbi proud caught up his skirt ; Priest pass'd on with look askance ; Reck'ning ' common people' dirt; Bearing ever scornful glance. ' Gladly' hung they on His lips; 'Gladly' clasp'd His outstretch'd hands: Led from 'neath their long eclipse, Lo! Light shines as He commands. Multitudes! He lov'd them all ! His, a universal call. 14. A Little Child. St. Matthew xviii. 2-5. Little Child! O little Child! That the Saviour 'took' and bless'd. Little Child! O little Child! Who such fame has e'er possess'd? To the World's great heart up-taken Thou art an unchanging Child; And the truth abides unshaken — Taught by Him 'The Undefil'd' — That no Child may be forbidden To be 'brought' unto 'The Christ'; In parental hearts 'tis hidden, Sacred as the Eucharist. Little Child, that still lives on— A perpetual benison. "15. Prayers of Jesus. St. Luke vi. 12 and St. John xvii. Prayeps of Jesus! Prayers of Jesus! Sweet the thought that Jesus pray'd. Prayers of Jesus! Prayers of Jesus! All our wants on Him were laid. On the lone Mount when men slept, Lo ! The Saviour on His knees! Ere Storm on His foll'wers leapt, He their peril knows and sees ; And when shadows round Him' closing, Told of His approaching 'hour' ; Mid all evil interposing, For His Own He sought ' all power.' Prayers of Jesus ! Still He prays — Thought that all our fear allays. 16. The Lord's Prayer. St. Mattheiv vi. y-iy. O the Lord's Pray'r! O the Prayer! Golden-worded, tender, sweet! O the Lord's Prayer! O the Lord's Prayer! For all human need complete ! Child-lips say it, maidens fair; Dewy youth and manhood strong ; Age it loves, even to white hair; 'Tis to all as gracious song. Yes, "Our Father" — who may tell The sad hearts it has inspired? Mem'ries old, lay their sweet spell, When hope has well-nigh expired. The Lord's Prayer, to mankind given, Lifts mankind from Earth to Heav'n. 17. Jerusalem. St. Mark xiii. yy. Salem! O Jerusalem! Ruin'd now as He forespake. Salem! O Jerusalem ! Lov'd well still, for Jesus' sake. Oft thou heard'st His burning speech; Oft did'st see His mighty fife; Oft thy heart He sought to reach; Oft He held a gracious strife; Warning, pleading — all in vain ! Stretched to thee His hand's appeal; Awful tears — like thund'rous rain — The great heart of Love reveal. O thyself thou did'st condemn! Salem ! O Jerusalem ! 234 BETHANY— JESUS WEEPING. 18. Bethany St. Matthew xxi. i~. Bethany! O Bethany! Sweet to hear the tender sound. Bethany! O Bethany! Where a home my Saviour found. Hearts of love receiv'd Him there; Hands and feet to serve Him set ; When the evening' eool'd the air, And He cross'd green Olivet. Lazarus, Mary, Martha, three Star-names aye to shine appointed ; And that Mary, who, in thee, Her dear Lord and ours anointed. Bethany! O Bethany! Sweet Thy very name to me. "J 9. The Transfiguration. 21 St. Matthew xvii. i-S ; St. Mark ix. 2-8. O Mount Tabor! O Mount Tabor! Crowned hill of Galilee! O Mount Tabor! O Mount Tabor! Heav'nly splendors flash' d o'er thee. Son of Man — veiled His 'glory,' Now He shines forth Prince of Light ; As foretold in psalm and story, In effulgence of His might. Moses now within 'the Land' — And Elijah, homage pay; As beside The Christ they stand, 'Talking' of the awful dav. O Mount Tabor! to 'the Three,' Mighty, wondrous memory. 20. The Anger of Christ. St. Mark Hi. 5. Wrath of Christ! O wrath of Christ! When 'watch'd' Pharisee and Scribe. Wrath of Christ! O wrath of Christ! His sweet 'healing' met with gibe. Holy that transcendent 'look,' [through; As He search'd them through and 'Blindness of their hearts' Him shook; All their evil thoughts He knew. From the mass He each one singled, As 'the man' stretched forth his hand; Wrath and grief in His heart mingled, Whilst He gave the great 'command.' Wrath of Christ! Lo! it shall burn 'Gainst all who the Gospel spurn. 21 . The Withered Fig-tree. St. Matthew xix. 17-22; St. Mark xi. 12-14, 20-24. Wither'd fig-tree! Wit herd fig-tree! Guerdon of His gentleness. Wither'd fig-tree! Wither'd fig-tree! Blighted thou that He might bless. Hoary-headed man, neglecting The great words of saving love; Rabbi, Scribe, their Lord rejecting, Spite of 'witness' from Above; With one word each had lain dead, And beyond — O awful doom ! But by love and pity led He still strove that they might 'come.' And so smote a fruitless tree ; Not a man, with destiny. 22. Jesus Weeping. St. John xi. J5 / 67. Luke xix. ji. Jesus Weeping ! Jesus Weeping ! How it knits His heart to ours ! Jesus Weeping ! Jesus Weeping ! Stainless tears as dew on flow'rs. But like lightning sheath'd in rain, Awful were the tears He shed ; Burden'd was his heart and brain; Each great tear from deep wound bled. "Jesus wept" at Lazarus' grave, And o'er doom'd Jerusalem ; His vast love would all men save, Nor does He the worst contemn. Jesus Weeping ! Human woe Still to 'Man of Sorrows' go. THE KING— THE ARREST. 235 23. The King. St. Matthew ii. 1-2 ; St. Luke ii. 8-I4; xix. j6-jS. Bless the King ! O Bless the King ! Gleam on Olivet that fell. Bless the King ! O Bless the King ! As old Seers and Psalmists tell. Multitudes His praises sang, Palm-boughs strewn upon His way ; In words that o'er Bethlehem rang, When had dawn'd th' appointed day. King of kings He was indeed, As His herald had proclaim'd ; But, our Victim, He must bleed : King, who may with Him be nam'd ? Bless the King ! shout earth and sky ; Comes the Kingdom by-and-bye. 24. The Lord's Supper. / Corinthians, vi. 2J-25. Th' Eucharist ! The Eucharist ! Lowlv meal yet heav'nly feast. Th' Eucharist ! The Eucharist ! Dear to greatest and to least. On the night of utmost trial, When Gethsemane was near; Traitor's kiss and friends' denial; Cross of shame and piercing spear; Thou did'st give these symbols holy Of Thy Sacrifice and Love; Spread'st a Table for most lowly; Antepast of bliss above. Holy Supper ! Blessed rite, May it still all hearts unite. 25. Jesus Singing. St. Matthew xxvi. 31. Jesus Singing! Jesus Singing! Dear the record, 'Jesus sang;' Jesus singing ! Jesus singing ! Tho' His heart felt sharpest pang. Bread and wine, a sacred token For His people He had giv'n; And, with words pathetic, broken Their ' offence ' to the ' Eleven;' And to Simon soft fore-telling Of his sad ' denying ' fall; Yet His pard'ning love up-welling By a ' hymn ' made festival. Jesus Singing ! Bless His Name, Joy and Grief together came. 26, Gethsemane. St. Matthew xxvi. 36-56. Awful, dark Gethsemane ! O ! my Saviour there I see In the dread Gethsemane ! Kneeling in His agony. Broken words release imploring, Cup of trembling in His hands; Bloody sweat in great drops pouring ; Stealthy step of brutal bands; Staves, as 'twere to ' take a thief;' Traitor-kiss; and Three who slept. Guilt, my guilt ! O grief, my grief ! Swift-successive o'er him swept. Who Gethsemane may sound ? Mystery, as sin profound. 27. The Arrest. St. John xviii. 12. " They went backward ;" " They went backward ;" Caesar's soldiers, "to the ground." " They went backward; " They went back- ward," Stranger sight was never found. Simple words of Jesus spoken, ' Whom seek ye ? ' thus laid them low; Their strong Roman breasts were broken, As though He had struck a blow. Touch omnipotent was there; Yet touch only — not to kill. Great self-choosing Sufferer, Thou wast 'taken ' by Thy will. "They went backward;" and still, Lord, Sheathest Thou Thy glitt'ring sword. 236 GABBATHA— DENIAL AND FORSAKING. 28. Gabbatha. Si. John xix. 13. Gabbatha ! O Gabbatha ! Scene of guilt and scene of shame. Gabbatha! O Gabbatha ! Love sees thee with heart a-flame. Lo! before thejudge He standeth, Whilst he says, ' Behold your King ! ' ; But malignant scorn demandeth, ' To the cross ' the Just One bring. Crucify Him! Crucify Him! Yell a thousand vengeful throats ; And the Prince of Darkness by Him, O'er his nearing triumph gloats. Gabbatha ! These all unite Infamous, thy name to write. 29 The Pr.etorium. St. Mark xv. 16-20. O SAD, sad Pra^torium ! Hall of scourging, scoff and jest. Gloomy, base Pra^torium ! Where they mock'd ' God manifest.' Soldier's cast-off mantle o'er Him, Crown of thorns on bleeding brow ; Striking, spitting, they adore Him Tongue in cheek, with insult low. Flash forth, Lord, Thy glittering sword, Smite these mockers — all Thy foes; Nay, He bears the;r maddest word; Forward to the cross He goes. Justice seat! To thee we turn, And our hearts within us burn. 30. Bearing the Cross. St. Matthew xxvii. 31-32/ St. Mark xv. 19-21 ; St. Luke xxiii. 26. O His Cross ! Bearing His Cross ! Lo ! God's Son ! Was not earth rock'd ? O His Cross ! Bearing His Cross! Jesus struck, spat on, and mock'd. Strength divine He will not wield ; High and deep His woe's tide swelled. No one near His Lord to shield ? Only one — and him 'compelled.' Truly man, O Christ, Thou wast, Fainting, falling in the street ; Yet the ' work ' on Thee was cast, Came from Thee flawless, complete. O His Cross ! O Saviour mine, Light our cross compar'd with Thine. 3 1 . Calvary. St. Luke xxiii. 33-43. Calvary ! O Calvary ! Consummation of all crime. Calvary ! O Calvary ! Thy dark mount in dread I climb. On the cross my God they raise, — Type fulfill'd and prophecy, — Callous-hearted there they gaze, Thro' His darken'd agony. There He hangs 'twixt Earth and Heav'n, All man's sin upon Him lies ; Lo ! the dying thief forgiv'n, Bounds with Him to Paradise. Calvary ! O Calvary ! All thy agony for me ! 32. Denial and Forsaking. Denial, St. Matthew xxvi. 69-^5; Forsaking. St. Matthew xxv. 56. O Denial and Forsaking ! Dark the page on which we read. O Denial and Forsaking ! How the heart of Love did bleed. Warn'd and pra\'d for by The Master, Peter ! how couldst thou so fall ? And as deepen'd the disaster, How forsake Him could ye all ? Mystery of God and man ! Sinless one by sinful taken; Depths no mortal eyes may scan, By His Own ' denied,' ' forsaken.' O Denial and Forsaking ! His great anguish greater making. THE GRAVE— RESTORATION OF ST. PETER. 2 37 33. The Grave. St. Matthew xxvii.57-60 Silent Garden ! Silent Garden ! Holy mem'ries round thee shine. Silent Garden ! Silent Garden ! Where is there a grave like thine ? There with tears the Lord they lay; Darken'd hopes and 'bated breath; To awake the Great Third Day, Silent conqueror of Death. Chosen ones Alive Him saw; Wond'ring, heard Him when He spoke; His work 'finished ' without flaw, Gospel light in glory broke. Silent Garden ! We must weep, But, laud for that holy sleep. 34. The Resurrection. St. John xi. 25. Resurrection! Resurrection! O strong, gracious, lustrous word ! Resurrection ! Resurrection ! Triumph of the Saviour- Lord. Into Death's realm, lo! He went, And in tranquil sleep there lay; But rose then omnipotent, When had come the Great Third Day. Not in haste but calm and still; Folds His grave-clothes and steps forth; Ev'ry promise to fulfil; Guerdon — a redeemed Earth. Resurrection ! Last foe Death, Touches now but mortal breath. 35. Emmaus. St. Luke xxiv. 13-32. Emmaus! O Emmaus! Memorable ' walk ' was thine. Emmaus ! O Emmaus ! Faith and Love hold thee for shrine. Two disciples on that Eve, With hope quench'd, went on their way; Christ 'drew near' and saw them grieve; Sought their sorrow to allay, By deep great words from 'the Word,' Mingling Suffering with Might; But they knew not 'twas their Lord, Till He vanished out of sight. Each He gave a burning heart! Lord ! like fire to me impart. 35. The Sceptic : St. Thomas. St. John xx. 24-29, O St. Thomas! O St. Thomas! Great thy record, and yet sad. O St. Thomas ! O St. Thomas ! Who can all read, and be glad ? Walking not by faith but sight, Trusting only eye and hand ; Treating ' witness' with despite, Wouldst not as Believer stand. Christ was pitiful, and came — Shew'd Himself and all His signs ; Gracious, putting thee to shame, Winning worship that still shines. ' Lord, my God/' was thy great word, As once more thou knew'st the Lord. 37. Restoration of St. Peter. St. Jo/111 j xi. 1-17. O St. Peter ! O St. Peter ! Great thy fall, but great thy rise. O St. Peter ! O St. Peter ! Tears were mighty in thy eyes. Once more at thy Master's word, Thou art come unto ' the Lake' ; Lo ! new vision of the Lord, — Thy first fervour doth awake ; Stepping fearless on the sea, Seeing Him upon the shore ; The great heart forgiveth thee — Thee again He will restore. Three times yearning love is mask'd, As thrice ' Lov'st thou Me ' He ask'd. 2 3 8 38. THE GREAT COMMISSION -THE GREAT WHITE THRONE. The Great Commission. St. Mark xvi. 15. Mighty Charter ! Mighty Charter ! Given by the Risen Lord. Mighty Charter ! Mighty Charter ! Ev'n the Lord's supremest word, The round world before Him lay ; For that world, this one command ; Go — and I'm with you ahvay. Send it out o'er ev'ry Land ; Down the ages it has gone, North and South and East and West, Nor shall cease until Earth, won, At His cross shall ransom'd rest. Mighty Charter ! Great Commission ! Till this Earth be Christ possession. 39. The Ascension. Acts of the Apostles i. O Ascension ! O Ascension ! From the old familiar path. O Ascension ! O Ascension ! But in love and not in wrath. Leading them o'er Olivet, His full 'secret' they have shared. Promise-words — like jewels set — For 'departure,' have prepared. Very God, He climbs the sky, Lifting up His hands to bless ; Kneel th' Eleven adoringly, Then 'return' with joyfulness. [eyes, Th' 'cloud' receives Him from their As they gaze in meek surprise. 40. The Great White Throne. Revelations xx. 1 1 Great White Throne! O Great White Throne ! Sculptur'd of the dazzling light. [Throne! Great White Throne! O "Great White Bursting on my ravish'd sight. Jesus, I behold Thee pleading, Giver of The Spirit's dower; For the guiltiest interceding, Shewing forth Thy saving power. ' Many crowns' upon Thy head, Thine all pow'r on Earth, in Heav'n; All in all time to Thee led, All their sin in Thee forgiv'n. Great White Throne! Togazewedare; Jesus, Thou art seated there. m~. -3- 15. Rate's f ido of ClotI) of 6joID. Nature's Field of Cloth of Gold. It is told of the great Linnaeus, that when he first ►aw a many-acred English moor covered with full- blossomed gorse (Scotice whin), that lie knelt down and gave God thanks for bringing him to a country that could show him such a spectacle of beauty. I have named just such a spectacle— combined with broom — Xature's Field of Cloth of Gold ; albeit only at a great distance, may the tinsel of the historic Field, be compared with the workmanship of Him "Who is at once the Gnat Gardener and the Great Weaver. From earliest and (in a sense) life-long associations this F'ield of tluth of Gold holds an innermost place in my deepest and sacredest memories. F'or thither as a boy (almost child) I was wont to retreat, and all alone work out problems that jeichance prematurely buidened. Tho litlle incident of theI.innet,whiehwasthcmotive of the poem, is a pathetic Fait. In the Book of Fame enroll'd Shines The Field of Cloth of Gold ; Chroniclers with fervid rage, Making luminous the page. But more rich than Ardres hoar Lo ! upon a billowy moor Whin and broom in interfold, Nature's Field of Cloth of Gold. With an ever-changing splendor Such as Summer makes attend her. 10 But this Field of Cloth of Gold, Whose brief tale shall now be told — If to tell be mine the skill, And the Reader listen will — Lieth not in sunny France, Or in page of old Romance : 'Tis a wood-enring'd retreat Couching at Demyat's feet; Where the Forth its coil unwinds And the hill and valley binds; On a gently sloping hill, Gleaming bright with many a rill; Vocal with all singing birds — Clear as ever human words — While the sunshine, gold on gold, Shimmers far across the wold; With all subtleties of shadow Dappling dale and down and meadow, As holds Fancy's heart in thrall, Making Fairy Festival : Nook, as at Creation's date, Kept of God inviolate. There I've watched at break of day Till a-hush, I could but pray; There I've watched in blaze of noon, All the landscape in a swoon; There I've watch'd in gloamin grey Closing on my homeward way; There I've watch'd neath shining stars Plough, Orion, Y T enus, Mars; There I've watch'd in ghostly light When the moon shed mystic light; There I've watched both soon and late; And my Muse, I were ingrate If, with mem'ries I recall, My heart's gratitude weie small. As a Youth I climb those hills, In their loneliness that fills 20 3D 40 240 NATURE'S FIELD OF CLOTH OF GOLD Eager heart and seething brain With such thoughts as come again : 50 Problems stern, Faith even wounding, Reason high and sense confounding, And deep mysteries astounding. Yearnings ' O that God would speak And His awful dumbness break ' Dark suspicions God was dead And no more the great world led ; Achings after dear ones gone ; Purpos'd action left undone; Aspiration unfulfill'd ; 60 Passionate heart-ardours chill'd ; Life rul'd but by circumstance ; Destiny a thing of chance ; Soul by fleshly cravings riv'n ; Fir'd of Hell, unkept of Heav'n ; Falsehood conquering the Truth ; Pitilessness mocking ruth ; Fools still heaping up their wealth ; Busy toilers grudg'd e'en health : These th' enigmas that me smote 70 As amidst those hills remote I on my life's threshold stood In Youth's ever-changing mood. But as mists before the sun Scatter, being shone upon ; When I couch'd again within Shadow of the broom and whin Then I found God lov'd His child ; Patient still when I was wild. Thou wast in the solitudes 80 Breathing sweet beatitudes ; Thou, God, led'st me by the hand ; Mad'st me on ' the Rock ' to stand ; Guarded'st me from paths of death ; Did'st breathe in me Thine Own breath ; And to-day 'twere long to trace All Thy love and all Thy grace ; And Thv goodness manifold In that Field of Cloth of Gold. This fair leaf of nature's book 90 Torn out was — I've undertook To set it in a lowly rhyme To live perchance in after-time ; (As wee fern lives when great trees fall Or daisy meek survives the vail ; Or little bird that sings its song, Tho' magnates join the shadowy thi ong : All the modesties of Nature Kept still by the Great Creator Beautiful and permanent ; 100 His own constancy them lent). Ne'er was known who was to blame — 'Twas in sooth a deed of shame If it planned was, and meant — ■ May it have been accident ! Jets of smoke and tongues of flame Sheep-boys saw with loud exclaim ; But no ear was there to hear Or to bring deliv'rance near : Helpless, aimless they look'd on no At the sad destruction. Flames went creeping o'er the ground Sere and brown ferns all around; Stealthily quiver'd in the grass; Gleam'd at edge of the morass; Leapt the dell within, smoke-sheath'd, In an awful beauty wreath'd; Shewing as 'twere crests of gold, As the red waves bick'ring roll'd; Fiercely mingling shine and gloom, As they bore a certain doom ; Higher, higher, on and on, As in vengeful passion. Ah ! Sweet birds in skurrying crowds, Sought the coolness of the clouds ; And the myriad creatures small Forth from their concealments crawl: Pitiful to see their strait, Scorch'd their homes and desecrate. Scatter'd blooms in showers of gold 130 Which the ruddy sparks enfold ; Stems erect and tall were blacken'd Not an instant the flames slacken'd; Till as in fair temple, all Slender pillars 'gan to fall; NATURE'S FIELD OF CLOTH OF GOLD. 241 Ah ! like God's carv'd work of old, Fell my Field of Cloth of Gold. Streams ! did ye with fire complot That ye now o'erflowed not ? Had ye but your torrents lent 140 In this mournful exigent, No such spoiling- had been told Of my Field of Cloth of Gold. And, ye Clouds! w^here were your rains — Pour'd destructive on the plains — Why, why, in this fateful hour, Came ye not with saving- shower ?• When the Fire had done its worst — deed cruel ! deed accurst 1 For it was a very shrine 150 Holy as e'er House divine — 1 took my solitary way The sad havoc to survey : Spectral 'neath the moon's wan ray, All was gone, save here and there A broom-stem besmirch'd and bare. Cynic I Tears were in my eyes: Let your chill heart feel surprise! As I turned me to leave Through long after-years to grieve 160 For the fell destruction wrought In my scene of purest thought When my Faith and Hope were shook, And thro' dark to Heav'n I'd look, Or would rest upon "The Book"; A sight I saw that struck my heart E'en as through me had run dart — In the crown of a broom-stem, Like despoiled diadem, Scorch'd, begrim'd, behold there lay 170 A linnet's nest. — Naught do you say ? Ah ! But in that tiny round Such pathetic thing I found As in chains of tears me bound: Such a miracle of love Pointing me to Him Above ; Such a tender martyrdom As would strike a scoffer dumb : Linnet's nest, and lo ! its brood [80 Living, and a-gape for food ; Which, alas ! none to rhem brings : Sav'd by their dead mother's wings. Scorch'd and burnt e'en to the bone Till almost a skeleton ; There she lay her brood above Self-devoted in her love. Call ye this instinct, I pray, Far from human love away ? 'Tis thankless lie I protest : In that tiny heart did rest 901 Such a spark celestial As I here shall dare to call Love — that should make us more lowly, — Love most beautiful, most holy. Think of what that Linnet bore Yet away it would not soar ! Think of terror of the light Flaming o'er it on that night ; Think what stirring at its heart As it felt the fiery smart ; 200 Think what power within that breast Held it in its blazing nest. No ! The problem is not solv'd When you instinct have evolv'd : Clearest choice and will were there, Fervid love and almost pray'r ; Touch of God was on that bird True as e'er in His seers stirr'd. Here I find, tho' involute, His great law of love ; and, mute, 210 Reason of it not, but feel It may God's Own heart unseal ; E'en as law that rules the ocean Rules the dewdrops in their motion. O Love ! vast as God is vast ; Yet in tiniest Linnet cast. And so Field of Cloth of Gold Lie in my heart's inmost fold ! Mem'ries of now far-oft years That I'll carry to the spheres ; 220 Tenderest associations That 'midst life's exacerbations Calm me — as a mother's hand — And a victor make me stand ; 242 NATURE'S FIELD OF CLOTH OF GOLD. Aye shall make thee consecrate Till my life's concluding- date ; And that little martyr-linnet (Let the ivorld see nothing in it) Still to my heart sweetly sings, Kindling such a love as brings 230 Me before the King of kings ; Moving iridescent fancies ; Prescience as in heavenly trances ; When the body leYt behind The soul soars, and mind to mind Rais'd on high b' Imagination See the destined restoration, When, through all God's great creation, Shall go forth the mighty word As He girds His glitt'ring sword; 240 That no longer Sin shall reign, Or redeem'd Earth longer stain; Or hold men in longer thrall By demoniac carnival ; But that Truth and Righteousness The whole race of man shall bless; And the groaning of the creature Shall surcease ; and ev'ry feature Of the long slow agony Pass away from Earth and Sky ; 250 W T hen the wonder of ' the Blood,', Shed upon the ghastly rood, Shall assert itself; and then Come salvation to all men. Drop of water is ; Grain of sand, behold it is Of the substance of the shore Checking ocean's bellowing roar; Beam of light is light as true As in sun itself we view : 260 Even so a Bird's small breasi Where such strength of love did rest Holding' her fast in her nest ; God's Own glorious love revealeth, And to our own heart appealeth ; That His love shall be a power To uphold in Danger's hour ; That His love shall us up-bear Thro' all trial and all fear ; That His love shall sanctify ' 2\ True to live and true to die ; That His love, cast in the mould Of the Field of Cloth of Gold, Shall enfold us with the beauty Born of brave fulfilled duty. So there come swift sudden startings, And inevitable dartings ; Shoots of immortality, Witnessing SOULS do not die, But have home beyond the sky ; 280 a Wondrous introspective glances Poignant as the sunbeam's lances ; Conscience steadying the will ; Aches that set the heart a-thrill ; Longings to be " cloth'd upon," And to hear His great " Well done !" Thing of Past, O golden Field ! Still thou livest, still dost yield Mem'ries indestructible ; Deeper joy than words can tell ; 290 Joy which only music showeth As heart-searchingly it floweth, And to deepest spirit goeth ; Wov'n in substance of my life, Now in calm and now in strife ; Steeping me in light supernal, Lifting up to God Eternal : Christ shall yet be King of Men, And all Earth shall rule again ; Upward still our rare shall move 300 To the watchword " trod is love !" Quickly dawn this glorious Day ! All may speed it on its way. 10. "§mmg gfimtoras'' of tl)t "§mb in An Elegy. * * Th " following poem was privately printed in, j&ai-ch 1889, and the 100 copies of which the issue consisted, were swiftly absorbed, to my regret, as not afeiu dear friends could not be supplied. I reprinted it in my " Three Centuries of Hymns" an Z I am glad of the opportunity now given to publish it. Though a personal Elegy, the consolation and teaching given, have wide application. The title of the original tractate, thus ran — "Elegy Sacred to the Jlemory of John Mc.Qowall, Esq., only son of (David JAc.Qcwall, Esq., J.