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HYMNS OF HOLY REFRESHMENT. 
 
 EDITED BY THE 
 
 RKV. F. D. HUNTINGTON, D. I). 
 
 "And they came to Elim, Tvoere ivere tivel<ve 'wells 
 of <water, and threescore and ten palm-trees: and they 
 encamped there by the waters." 
 
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 E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY. 
 
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1 ^ey greet me midst the shadows cold,— 
 Such thoughts as holy men of old 
 
 Amidst the desert found; 
 Such gladness as in Him they felt 
 Who, ivitb them, through the darkness dive It 
 And compassed all around."" 
 
 Ruskin. 
 
 28214 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 BSRRAWN from many sources, fugitive 
 ^jjj and permanent, old and new, near and 
 
 ' distant, open and obscure, the contents 
 
 of this volume cannot be better introduced 
 than in the language of the Preface of the 
 " Lyra Anglicana," — from which some of the 
 most striking and valued pieces are taken, — by 
 the Rev. R. H. Baynes, M. A. of St. Edmund 
 Hall, Oxford, and Perpetual Curate of Holy 
 Trinity, Maidstone : — 
 
 u A few words will explain the object of this Collection 
 of Hymns and Sacred Songs. It is intended as a sup- 
 plement to the many books of a similar character already 
 published. I have therefore purposely excluded many 
 well-known and favorite hymns, on the ground that 
 nearly all of them are to be found in those Collections to 
 which I have referred. A considerable number of those 
 inserted in this Book will be new to the majority of read- 
 ers, but I venture to believe that, when known and ap- 
 
vi Preface.^ 
 
 predated, they will be added to the list of those Sacred 
 Songs most dear to Christian hearts." 
 
 " It would be almost impossible to overrate the value 
 of really good hymns for private as well as public use. 
 Next to the Bible itself, hymns have done more to influ- 
 ence our views and mould our theology than any other 
 instrumentality whatever. There is a power in hymns 
 which never dies. Easily learned in the days of child- 
 hood and of youth ; often repeated ; seldom, if ever, for- 
 gotten, they abide with us, a most precious heritage, amid 
 all the changes of our earthly life. They form a fitting 
 and most welcome expression for every kind of deep re- 
 ligious feeling : they are with us to speak of Faith and 
 Hope in hours of trial and sorrow ; with us, to animate 
 to all earnest Christian eflbrt ; with us, as the rich Conso- 
 lation of individual hearts, and as one common bond of 
 Fellowship between the living members of Christ's mys- 
 tical body." 
 
 "If the present Collection should tend in any way to 
 further these blessed ends, I shall indeed rejoice, and shall 
 consider any labor on my part as more than abundantly 
 repaid." 
 
 To this may be fitly added Milton's musical 
 prose definition of the purposes of such poetry : 
 
 " To celebrate in glorious and lofty hymns the throne 
 and equipage of God's almightiness ; and what He works, 
 and what He suffers to be wrought with high providence 
 in His Church ; to sing victorious agonies of saints and 
 martyrs, the deeds and triumphs of just and pious nations 
 
Preface. vii 
 
 doing valiantly, through faith, against Christ's enemies ; 
 to deplore the general relapses of kingdoms and states from 
 justice and God's true worship : Lastly, whatsoever in re- 
 ligion is holy and sublime ; in virtue, amiable or grave .... 
 all these things to paint out and describe, teaching over 
 the whole book of sanctity and virtue, through all the 
 instances of example, with such delight to those especially 
 of soft and delicious temper, who will not so much as look 
 upon Truth herself unless they see her elegantly dressed, 
 — that whereas the paths of honesty and good life appear 
 now to be rugged and difficult, though they be indeed 
 easy and pleasant, they will then appear to all men easy 
 and pleasant, though they were rugged and difficult in- 
 deed." 
 
 The cc Palms " of Elim stand for majesty, 
 strength, and victory. The u Fountains " are 
 for fruitfulness, beauty, and peace. These re- 
 freshing images represent the character of the 
 grand and comforting compositions which are 
 here brought together. Considering how rap- 
 idly the stores of Sacred verse — including some 
 of a really high order of poetical and spiritual 
 excellence — have accumulated in our language 
 within a few years, by research and by produc- 
 tion, it may not be thought presumptuous to say 
 that it has been endeavored to admit no one 
 poem into this Collection that does not bear 
 
Vlll 
 
 Pre/a, 
 
 some mark of poetic power and of a clear spiritual 
 discernment. The compiler thinks, with equal 
 confidence, that the whole volume will be found p 
 to be pervaded with the blessed Doctrine and 
 Spirit of Christ, our Sacrifice and our Righteous- 
 ness, — the indwelling Light and Eternal Life 
 of believing souls. 
 
 All Saints' Day, 1864. 
 
 F. D. IL 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Pag«s 
 Reason and Faith . . C. F. Alexander i 
 
 Repentance and Faith . Renj. W. Alexander 3 
 Believers not seeing . . Canterbury hymnal 6 
 
 " I know in whom I have believed " .7 
 
 " Seek ye my face — Thy face, Lord, will I seek " 
 
 E. K. Blunt 9 
 Strength in Weakness . . . C. L. Ford 1 1 
 
 I said • • • Caroline A. Mason 13 
 
 The Compass . . . . . 15 
 
 Mont Blanc revisited . . . .16 
 
 My Sheep hear my Voice . . . 18 
 
 The Shadow of a Great Rock in a Weary Land . 20 
 This is my Beloved and this is my Friend 
 
 S. Bernard 23 
 O Lord, Thou knowest ! 
 
 Author of" Hymns from the Land of Luther " 25 
 Rabbi, where dwellest Thou ? — Come and see „. 
 
 Author of the " Three Wakings " 28 
 The Well at Sychar 
 
 Author of the " Three Wakings " 30 
 Come, blessed Jesu . . . .32 
 
 The Love of Christ which passeth Knowledge 
 
 Christina G. Rossetti 34 
 For us also . . . John Wesley 36 
 
 The Israelites at the Red Sea . . -38 
 
 The Way of Sorrows . W. Chatterton Dix 40 
 
x Contents. 
 
 Page 
 
 Emmaus . . . Thomas Grinfield 42 
 
 Sunday Eve . . James jD. Burns 44 
 
 At the Door . . . Joseph Grigg 46 
 
 Hymn for Epiphany . C. F. Alexander 48 
 
 Rest " H. L. Lr 49 
 
 " I am Thine " . . . . Gambold 5 1 
 
 Jesus is God ! . . . Oratory Hymns 53 
 
 Worthy the Lamb . Canterbury Hymnal 5$ 
 
 I will not let Thee go . C. Wesley 57 
 
 The Boy with the Five Loaves Lyra Innocentium 59 
 Christ and the Little Ones . . . .62 
 
 " My Meditation of Him shall be sweet " Toplady 65 
 
 v " Christ in you, the Hope of Glory " . Toplady 68 
 Love of Love . . . . .69 
 
 " Come unto Me " . . Stephen of Saba 71 
 A Hymn of Angelus, of the Seventeenth Century 
 
 C. Winkiuorth 73 
 
 Christ all in all . . W. C. C. 75 
 
 Jesus passeth by C. A. M. W. 76 
 
 The Answer . . . . 78 
 
 Christ's Word, "Abide" ... 80 
 Sunday next before Advent . . .82 
 
 A Death-bed Hymn . . . . 83 
 
 The Three Wonders ., W. Chatterton Dix 85 
 
 Come ! ye Lofty, Come! ye Lowly Archer Gurney 87 
 
 The Infant Jesus . . Oratory Hymns 89 
 
 Midnight Christmas Communion . E. L. L. 91 
 
 A Carol for Christmas-tide . . A. M. M. 94 
 
 Good Friday . . Canterbury Hymnal 96 
 
 The Chastisement of our Peace was upon Him 98 
 
 A Fine Day in Passion Week Rev. W. Alexander 100 
 
 The Vigil . • . Anna Shipton 102 
 
 Gethsemane .... Hart 104 
 An Ancient Hymn for Maunday-Thursday : from 
 
 the German . . . . .107 
 
Contents. xi 
 
 Page 
 
 At the Lord's Feast • M. B. Wheaton 109 
 Touched with a Feeling of our Infirmities 
 
 C. F. Alexander 112 
 Not our Work . . . . .114 
 
 The Grief of Pleasures . . . Philip S. IVorsley 115 
 
 The Healer . . . Canterbury Hymnal 117 
 
 " Made nigh by the Blood of Christ " J. Wesley 119 
 
 Latus Salvatoris . . . M . Bridges 121 
 The Cross and the Heart . . . .123 
 The Bread that cometh down from Heaven 
 
 C. Wadsuoorth 125 
 
 The Miracles of Grace and Nature J. S. B. Monsell 127 
 
 The Christian Altar .... 129 
 
 The Oblation . . Christina G. Rossetti 130 
 
 The Holy Feast . . . H. Alford 132 
 
 The Hunger . .' M. Bridges 133 
 
 The Morning of Reception . W. G. Tupper 134 
 
 This do in Remembrance of Me . . Bonar 136 
 
 The True Bread . . . Bonar 139 
 And when they had sung an Hymn, they went out 
 
 unto the Mount of Olives Lyra Anglicana 141 
 
 Holy Communion . . Richard Crasha r iv 143 
 
 Communion Hymn . . C F. Alexander 145 
 The Holy Communion 
 
 Author of the " Three Wakings " 148 
 The Completion of the Sacrifice of the Cross 
 
 A. M. M. 150 
 Rock of Ages — in Latin 
 
 I 
 
 light Hon. W. L. Gladstone 
 
 152 
 
 Easter-Eve 
 
 Archer Gurney 
 
 i54 
 
 Vigil of Easter- Eve 
 
 Child's Christian Tear 
 
 156 
 
 Christ risen 
 
 Canterbury Hymnal 
 
 158 
 
 Easter Day 
 
 Lyra Anglicana 
 
 1 6c 
 
 Hymn for Easter . 
 
 . Bonar 
 
 162 
 
 Easter Celebration 
 
 W.B. 
 
 l6r 
 
xii Contents. 
 
 Page 
 
 Ascension . . . Canterbury Hymnal 167 
 
 The Ceaseless Intercession . . C. S. 169 
 
 Homeward Guide . . Arthur Toxer Russell 171 
 
 The Lord's Knocking . . Herbert Kynaston 172 
 How long ? 
 
 Author of" Hymns from the Land of Luther " 174 
 
 Behold, the Bridegroom cometh . . Laurenti 176 
 
 Hymn for Advent . . . C. F. Alexander 178 
 
 The Blessed Hope . Rev. H. G. Tomkins 180 
 
 Even so come, Lord Jesus . . . Bonar 181 
 
 Surely I come quickly . John S. B. Monsell 183 
 
 Lighted Lamps . . Canterbury Hymnal 184 
 The Second Advent . . . .186 
 
 A Litany to the Holy Ghost . Herrick 187 
 The Spirit also helpeth our Infirmities 
 
 Rev. H. G. Tomkins 188 
 Lead me and guide me . . Newman 190 
 Daily Service of the Church . . . 191 
 On hearing Week-day Service at Westminster Ab- 
 bey, Sept. 1858 . . . S. F. 194 
 Jacob's Ladder . Rev. W. Alexander 197 
 The Lord's Day . . Sir E. B. Lytton 199 
 Hymn for All Saints* Day Rev. H. G. Tomkins 201 
 The Burial of Moses . C. F. Alexander 203 
 Vision from the Apocalypse Rev. W. Alexander 207 
 White Robes and Palms Child's Christian Tear 210 
 Before the Throne . Canterbury Hymnal 212 
 " That where I am ye may be also " . .215 
 Athanasius against the World 
 
 Rev. W. R. Huntington 217 
 
 Faith .... Miss Noble 219 
 
 She hath done what she could . . C. L. Ford 222 
 
 Behold, I stand at the Door and knock A. C. Coxe 224 
 
 The Sun of Righteousness . C. F. Alexander 226 
 
 The Wanderer . . . E. L. Lee 229 
 
Contents, xiii 
 
 Page 
 •* Who can forgive Sins, but God only ? " . . 231 
 
 Kyrie Eleison . . Catherine Winkucorth 233 
 
 I believe in the Resurrection of the Body 
 
 A. L. Waring 235 
 The Widow of Nain .. . W. R. Neale 238 
 
 The Grave at Bethany . . C. L. Ford 241 
 
 The Maid is not dead, but sleepeth . . 244 
 
 Strangers and Sojourners . Canterbury Hymnal 247 
 Below and above . Re=v. W. Alexander 248 
 
 Now is our Salvation nearer than when we believed 
 
 Carey 252 
 The Death of the Christian Re<v. J. D. Burns 254 
 
 Who, and whence . . . .256 
 
 Only waiting ..... 259 
 
 Going Home . . . Lyra Anglicana 261 
 
 The Jerusalem that is above . S. Bernard 263 
 
 No Night there . . Canterbury Hymnal 268 
 
 " Thou art my Portion, O Lord " . . 270 
 
 " Till the Change come " . . .271 
 
 The Mount of Olives . . C. L. Ford 275 
 
 A Prayer . . . . . .278 
 
 Rest and Peace in Truth Adelaide A. Procter 280 
 
 Here is'my Heart . . . . .281 
 
 A Soul's Entreaty .... 284 
 
 Evening Hymn of the Greeks . Anatolius 286 
 
 Even-song . . . Lyra Anglicana 287 
 
 Lighten our Darkness . Lyra Anglicana 290 
 
 An Evening Hymn . . Oratory Hymns 291 
 
 Midnight ...... 293 
 
 Morning . . Hymnologia Christiana 295 
 
 Prayer for the Gift of Gratitude . . 297 
 
 In all Time of our Prosperity Edivard C. Porter 298 
 Aspiration . . . . . .301 
 
 Day and Night Rev, John S. B. MonselU LL. D. 303 
 Discouraged because of the Way Christian Lyrics 305 
 
xiv Contents, 
 
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 The Maid in Syria . Child' } s Christian Tear 311 
 
 One by one . . . A. A. Proctor 313 
 They that sow in Tears shall reap in Joy 
 
 Author of the " Three Wakings " 315 
 
 Christ at Sychar . . . Lyra Anglicana 317 
 
 The Sages and the Shepherds . . . 319 
 As one whom his Mother comforteth 
 
 Lucy F. M. Mayo 320 
 
 Something for Thee .* 322 
 
 The Carver's Lesson .... 324 
 
 Marah and Elim . . . * 327 
 
Cretin 
 
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REASON AND FAITH. 
 
 HROUGH paths of pleasant thought I 
 ran, 
 False science sang enchanted airs ; 
 She told of nature and of man, 
 
 And of the Godlike gifts he bears. 
 But when I sat down by the way, 
 
 And thought out life, and thought out sin, 
 The burning truths that round me lay, 
 And all the weak;, proud self within ; 
 
 Still in my single soul there wrought 
 
 The sense of sin, t;he curse of doom, 
 Till slowly broke upon my thought 
 
 An Eastern olive-garden's gloom. 
 Hung on Thy Cross 'twixt earth and heaven 
 
 I saw Thee, Son of man Divine ; 
 To Thee the bitter pain was given, 
 
 But all the heavy guilt was mine. 
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2 Elirri) or Hymns 
 
 I know the serpent touched my heart, 
 
 I saw his trail on hand and brow ; 
 No sinless thought, no perfect part, 
 
 But sullied breast and broken vow. 
 But then I felt my need of Thee, 
 
 And pride's illusions passed away ; 
 And oh ! that Thou hast died for me, 
 
 Is more than all the world can say. 
 
 The wounded fawn in yonder glade, 
 
 Beside the doe seeks rest from harm ; 
 The babe that scorned its mother's aid 
 
 Flies to her at the least alarm. 
 And thus I feel my need of Thee, 
 
 When sin and pride would tempt me most; 
 And oh ! that Thou hast died for me, 
 
 Is more than all the sceptic's boast. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 
 
 REPENTANCE AND FAITH. 
 
 1 Repentance toward God, and faith toward our Lord 
 Jesus Christ." 
 
 HERE was a ship, one eve autumnal, 
 
 onward 
 Steered o'er an ocean lake, — 
 Steered by some strong hand ever as if sun- 
 ward j 
 Behind an angry wake, 
 Before there stretched a sea that grew intenser, 
 
 With silver fire far spread, 
 Up to a hill mist-gloried, like a censer, 
 
 With smoke encompassed ; 
 It seemed as if two seas met brink to brink, 
 A silver flood beyond a lake of ink. 
 
 There was a soul that eve autumnal sailing 
 
 Beyond the earth's dark bars, 
 Toward the land of sunsets never paling, 
 
 Toward Heaven's sea of stars ; 
 Behind there was a wake of billows tossing, 
 
4 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 Before a glory lay. 
 
 happy soul ! with all sail set, just crossing 
 
 Into the Far-away - y 
 The gloom and gleam, the calmness and the 
 
 strife, 
 Were death before thee, and behind thee life. 
 
 And as that ship went up the waters stately, 
 Upon* her topmasts tall 
 
 1 saw two sails, whereof the one was greatly 
 
 Dark, as a funeral pall. 
 But oh ! the next's pure whiteness who shall 
 utter ? 
 
 Like a shell-snowy strand, 
 Or when a sunbeam falleth through the shutter 
 
 On a dead baby's hand ; 
 But both alike across the surging sea 
 Helped to the haven where the bark would be. 
 
 And as that soul went onward, sweetly speeding 
 
 Unto its home and light, 
 Repentance made it sorrowful exceeding, 
 
 Faith made it wondrous bright ; 
 Repentance dark with shadowy recollections, 
 
 And longings unsufficed, 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 5 
 
 Faith white and pure with sunniest affections 
 
 Full from the face of Christ : 
 But both across the sun-besilvered tide 
 Helped to the haven where the heart would ride. 
 
Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 BELIEVERS NOT SEEING. 
 
 pf8|E were not with the faithful few 
 ift/li Who stood Thy bitter cross around, 
 ^ Nor heard Thy prayer for those that 
 slew, 
 Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground ; 
 We saw no spear-v/ound pierce Thy side : 
 Yet we believe that Thou hast died. 
 
 No angel's message met our ear 
 
 On that first glorious Easter day, — 
 
 u The Lord is risen, He is not here : 
 Come, see the place where Jesus lay ! " 
 
 But we believe that Thou did§t quell 
 
 The banded powers of death and hell. 
 
 We saw Thee not return on high ; 
 
 And now, our longing sight to bless, 
 No ray of glory from the sky 
 
 Shines down upon our wilderness : 
 Yet we believe that Thou art there, 
 And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer. 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 
 
 "J KNOW IN WHOM I HAVE BELIEVED." 
 
 IROM tangled ways by which I wan- 
 dered far 
 In realms of doubt unlit of moon or star, 
 Where muttering fears and legioned phantoms 
 are, 
 
 Jesus, I come. 
 
 'T is not that I have found Thy temple's base, 
 Or yet among the clouds its top can trace, 
 Enough, henceforth I see its inner grace, 
 Enough for me. 
 
 How rolls Thy Jordan to the wondrous sea 
 Of boundless Godhead still is hid from me, 
 I have such need to be baptized of Thee, 
 Dear Christ, I come ! 
 
 I see Thy white feet on Judea's hills, 
 I hear the melting flow of Kedron's rills, 
 Time's dreary desert all that vision fills, 
 I know not how. 
 
8 Elim.) or Hymns 
 
 The ages show their garnered sheaves of thought, 
 By all the gleaning generations brought, 
 Some secret mildew on them all hath wrought, 
 No food is there. 
 
 But in an upper room in Palestine 
 Is one that giveth mystic bread and wine, 
 I reach out for that nourishment divine, 
 .And faint no more. 
 
 Oh, many hands tear down Thy fane to-day, 
 Yet lo ! its stones all man's true building stay ; 
 Give unto me the gold without the clay, 
 Oh, great High Priest. . 
 
 The marvels of Thy beauty draws me so, 
 The sweetness of Thy sacrificial woe, 
 Divinest vision that the world can show, 
 Stay in my sight ! 
 
 Though Reason close this way her sullen door, 
 Her scornful bolts shall baffle me no more, 
 Faith hath her secret wings by which to soar ; 
 Faith bear me in ! 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 
 
 "SEEK YE MY FACE— THY FACE, LORD, 
 WILL I SEEK/' 
 
 HROUGH my life, Thy spirit striving 
 
 From Thy holy place, — 
 Wandering, I have heard Thy guiding, — 
 " Child, seek ye my face." 
 Wandering after earthly treasure, 
 
 I have turned away \ 
 Meanwhile, Thou my steps didst measure, 
 
 Lest too far I 'd stray. 
 And when at some idol's splendor 
 
 I have laid my trust, 
 Thou hast, with a care so tender, 
 Trodden it to dust. 
 
 Low beside some fountain streaming 
 
 I have knelt to drink, 
 There to quench my thirsty dreaming 
 
 At its luring brink ; 
 Thou didst trouble, then, the waters, 
 
 Till I turn'd aside, 
 And I knew it was an angel 
 
 Touch'd its failing tide. 
 
10 Eltm^ or Hymns* 
 
 Now the living Fountain given 
 
 Rises in its place, 
 And I rise from earth to heaven, 
 
 Seeking, Lord, Thy face ! 
 
 High Thy altar-fire is burning ; 
 
 There my Jamp I light ; 
 And my soul, from " strange fire " turning, 
 
 Bows wjth veiled sight. 
 Far behind me, o'er life's mountains, 
 
 Fade my tents in night — 
 Pilgrim from the wasted fountains — 
 
 Follower after Light — 
 Trembler for Thy love immortal — 
 
 Listener, till Thou speak — 
 Worshipper, l< Seek ye my face," 
 
 " Thy face, Lord, will I seek." 
 
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 STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS. 
 
 ATHER ! for Thy kindest word 
 Thankful songs to Thee I sing * 
 Sick at heart with hope deferred, 
 All my cause to Thee I bring. 
 Sweet the sound I "hear from Thee, — 
 Cast thy burden upon Me. 
 
 As a father, bending low, 
 
 Listens to his lisping child, 
 So to me Thy pity show, 
 
 By the world and sin beguiled. 
 Holy is Thy law, and just ; 
 Yet remember I am dust. 
 
 Spare me, Thou who lov'st to spare \ 
 Gently on me lay Thy hand ! 
 
 Grasp the bruised reed with care ! 
 Let the smoking flax be fanned ; 
 
12 
 
 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 Firm my faltering steps uphold ; 
 Tried, let me come forth like gold. 
 
 Oh remember Him who died, 
 With His life my soul to save ; 
 
 Let me clasp the Crucified, 
 Till I reach the awful grave ; 
 
 Then, the light affliction o'er, 
 
 Heaven is mine forevermore ! 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 13 
 
 I SAID. 
 
 HEN apple-blossoms in the spring 
 Began their fragrant leaves to shed, 
 And robins twittered on the wing, 
 " f T is time to sow my seeds," I said. 
 
 So, patiently, with care and pains, 
 My nurslings under-ground I spread. 
 
 " The early and the latter rains 
 
 Will reach them where they lie," I said. 
 
 " The sun will nurse them, and the dew ; 
 
 The sweet winds woo them overhead. 
 No care of mine shall coax them through 
 
 This black, unsightly mould," I said. 
 
 And so I left them ; day by day, 
 
 To gentle household duties wed, 
 I went in quiet on my way : 
 
 " God will take care of them," I said. 
 
 And now 't is autumn ; rich and bright 
 
 My garden blooms, — blue, white, and red ; 
 
14. Elirri) or Hymns 
 
 A loyal show ! a regal sight ! 
 And all is even as I said. 
 
 My faithless heart ! the lesson heed ; 
 
 No longer walk disquieted ; — 
 Where the Great Sower-sows the seed, 
 
 All shall be even as He said. 
 
 'T is spring-time yet ; behold, the years 
 Roll grandly in, God overhead, 
 
 When Thou shalt say, " Oh, bootless fears 
 Lo ! all is even as He said." 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 15 
 
 THE £OMPASS. 
 
 HQU art, O God, my East ! In Thee 
 I dawned : 
 Within me ever let Thy day-spring 
 
 Then for each night of sorrow I have mourned, 
 I '11 bless Thee, Father, since it seals me 
 Thine. 
 
 Thou art, O God, my North ! My trembling 
 soul, 
 
 Like a charmed needle, points to Thee alone ; 
 Each wave of time, each storm of life, shall roll 
 
 My trusting spirit forward to Thy throne. 
 
 Thou art, O God, my South ! Thy fervent love 
 Perennial verdure o'er my life hath shed, 
 
 And constant sunshine from Thy heart of love, 
 With wine and oil Thy grateful child hath fed. 
 
 Thou art, O God, my West! Into Thy arms, 
 Glad as the setting sun, may I decline \ 
 
 Baptized from earthly storms and sin's alarms, 
 Re-born, arise in Thy new heavens to shine. 
 
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1 6 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 MONT BLANC REVISITED. 
 
 MOUNT beloved ! mine eyes again 
 Behold the twilight's sanguine strain 
 Along thy peaks expire ; 
 
 Amount beloved ! thy frontier waste 
 
 1 seek with a religious haste 
 
 And reverent desire. 
 
 They greet me midst thy shadows cold, 
 Such thoughts as holy men of old 
 
 Amidst the desert found — 
 Such gladness as in Him they felt 
 Who with them through the darkness dwelt, 
 
 And compass'd all around. 
 
 Oh, happy ! if His will were so, 
 To give me manna here for snow, 
 
 And by the torrent-side 
 To lead me as He leads His flocks 
 Of wild deer, through the lonely rocks, 
 
 In peace, unterrified. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. I 7 
 
 Since, from the things that trustful rest, — 
 The partridge, on her purple nest, 
 
 The marmot in his den, — 
 God wins a worship more resign'd — 
 A purer praise than He can find 
 
 Upon the lips of men, — 
 
 Alas for man ! who hath no sense 
 Of gratefulness or confidence, 
 
 But still rejects and raves ; 
 That all God's love can hardly win 
 One soul from taking pride in sin, 
 
 And pleasure over graves. 
 
 Yet let me not, like him who trod 
 In wrath, of old, the Mount of God, 
 
 Forget the thousands left, 
 Lest, haply, when I seek His face, 
 The whirlwind of the cave replace 
 
 The glory of the cleft. 
 
 And teach me, God, a milder thought, 
 Lest I, of all Thy blood has bought, 
 
 Least honorable be ; 
 And this that moves me to condemn 
 Be rather want oflove for them 
 
 Than jealousy for Thee. 
 
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 MY SHEEP HEAR MY VOICE. 
 
 ARKER than night, life's shadows fall 
 around us, 
 And, like benighted men, we miss our 
 mark ; 
 God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely 
 found us, 
 Ere Death finds out his victims in the dark ! 
 
 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
 Come, weary souls! for Jesus bids you come! 
 
 And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, 
 The music of the Gospel leads us home. 
 
 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 
 The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, 
 
 And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, 
 Kind Shepherd ! turn their weary steps to 
 Thee. 
 
Elim, or Hymns. 19 
 
 Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeams softly 
 glisten 
 Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea ; 
 And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen 
 To those brave songs which angels mean for 
 thee. 
 
 Angels ! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, 
 Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; 
 While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with 
 weeping, 
 Till life's long night shall break in endless 
 love. 
 
2o EUtri) or Hymns 
 
 THE SHADOW OF A GREAT ROCK IN A 
 WEARY LAND. 
 
 HE rocky path still climbs the glowing 
 steep 
 Of Olivet; 
 
 Though rams of two millenniums wear it deep, 
 Men tread it yet. 
 
 Still to the gardens o'er the brook it leads, 
 
 Quiet and low ; 
 Before his sheep the shepherd on it treads, 
 
 His voice they know. 
 
 The wild fig throws broad shadows o'er it still, 
 
 As once o'er Thee ; 
 Peasants go home at evening up that hill 
 
 To Bethany. 
 
 And as when gazing- Thou didst weep o'er 
 them 
 
 From height to height, 
 The white roofs of discrowned Jerusalem 
 
 Burst on our sight. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 1 1 
 
 These ways were strewed with garments once 
 and palm, 
 Which we tread thus ; 
 Here through Thy triumph on Thou passedst, 
 calm, 
 On to Thy Cross. 
 
 The waves have washt fresh sand upon the 
 shore 
 
 Of Galilee; 
 But chiselled on the hill-sides evermore, 
 
 Thy paths we see. 
 
 Man has not changed them in that slumbering 
 land, 
 Nor time effaced : 
 Where Thy feet trod to bless we still may 
 stand ; 
 All can be traced. 
 
 Yet we have traces of Thy footsteps far 
 
 Truer than these ; 
 Where'er the poor and tried and suffering are, 
 
 Thy steps faith sees. 
 
 Nor with fond, sad regrets Thy steps we trace ; 
 Thou art not dead ! 
 
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 Elim % or Hymns 
 
 Our path is onward till we see Thy face 
 And hear Thy tread. 
 
 And now wherever meets Thy lowliest band 
 
 In praise and prayer, 
 There is Thy presence, there Thy Holy Land, — 
 
 Thou, Thou art there ! 
 
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 THIS IS MY BELOVED AND THIS IS MY 
 FRIEND. 
 
 ESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts! 
 Thou Fount of Life! Thou Light 
 of men ! 
 
 From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
 We turn unfilled to Thee again. 
 
 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 
 
 Thou savest those that on Thee call ; 
 To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, 
 
 To them that find Thee — All in All ! 
 
 We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, 
 And long to feast upon Thee still ; 
 
 We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, 
 And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. 
 
 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, 
 Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 
 
 Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, 
 Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 
 
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 Elin 
 
 H: 
 
 lymns 
 
 O Jesu, ever with us stay ! 
 
 Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
 Chase the dark night of sin away, — 
 
 Shed o'er the world Thy holy light ! 
 
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 O LORD, THOU KNOWEST ! 
 
 HOU knowest, Lord, the weariness 
 and sorrow 
 Of the sad heart that comes to Thee 
 for rest. 
 Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, 
 
 Blessings implored, and sins to be confest, — 
 I come before Thee at Thy gracious word, 
 And lay them at Thy feet — Thou knowest, 
 Lord. 
 
 Thou knowest all the past, — how long and 
 
 blindly 
 On the dark mountains the lost wanderer 
 
 strayed, — 
 How the Good Shepherd followed, and how 
 
 kindly 
 He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid, 
 And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed 
 
 the pain, 
 And brought back life, and hope, and strength 
 
 again. * 
 
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 Thou knowest all the present, — each tempta- 
 tion, 
 
 Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear ; 
 All to myself assigned of tribulation, 
 
 Or to beloved ones, than self more dear ! 
 All pensive memories, as I journey on, 
 Longings for vanished smiles, and voices gone ! 
 
 Thou knowest all the future, — gleams of glad- 
 ness, 
 By stormy clouds too quickly overcast, — 
 Hours of sweet fellowship, and parting sadness, 
 
 And the dark river to be crossed at last : — 
 Oh, what could confidence and hope afford 
 To tread that path, but this, — Thou knowest^ 
 Lord! 
 
 Thou knowest, not alone as God, all-know- 
 ing* — 
 As man our mortal weakness Thou hast 
 proved ; 
 On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing, 
 Oh, Saviour ! Thou hast wept, and Thou 
 hast loved ! 
 And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, 
 And find a hiding place, a rest, a home. 
 
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 Therefore I come, Thy gentle call obeying, 
 And lay my sins and sorrows at Thy feet, 
 
 On everlasting strength my weakness staying, 
 Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness com- 
 plete : 
 
 Then rising and refreshed, I leave Thy throne, 
 
 And follow on to know as I am known ! 
 
28 Elitn^ or Hymns 
 
 RABBI, WHERE DWELLEST THOU ? — 
 COME AND SEE. 
 
 ASTER, where abidest Thou ? 
 
 Lamb of God, 'tis Tnee we seek, 
 For. the wants which press us now 
 Other aid is all too weak. 
 Canst Thou take our sins away ? 
 May we find repose in Thee ? 
 From the gracious lips to-day, 
 
 As of old, breathes, u Come and see." 
 
 Master, where abidest Thou ? 
 
 We would leave the past behind ; 
 We would scale the mountain's brow, 
 
 Learning more Thy heavenly mind. 
 Still a look is all our lore, 
 
 The transforming look to Thee ; 
 From the living Truth once more 
 
 Breathes the answer, " Come and see." 
 
 Master, where abidest Thou ? 
 How shall we Thine imao;e best 
 
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 Bear in light upon our brow, 
 
 Stamp in love upon our breast ? 
 Still a look is all our might : 
 
 Looking draws the heart to Thee, 
 Sends us from the absorbing sight 
 
 With the message, " Come and see." 
 
 Master, where abidest Thou ? 
 
 All the springs of life are low ; 
 Sin and grief our spirits bow, 
 
 And we wait Thy call to go. 
 From the depths of happy rest, 
 
 Where the just abide with Thee : 
 From the Voice which makes them blest, 
 
 Comes the summons, <c Come and see," 
 
 Christian ! tell it to thy brother, 
 
 From life's dawning till its end ; 
 Every hand may clasp another, 
 
 And the loneliest bring a friend ; 
 Till the veil is drawn aside, 
 
 And from where her home shall be, 
 Bursts upon the enfranchised Bride 
 
 The triumphant " Come and see." 
 
?0 EUm^ or Hymns 
 
 THE WELL AT SYCHAR. 
 
 HEY have stopped the sacred well 
 
 which the Patriarchs dug of old, 
 Where they watered the patient flocks 
 at noon, from the depths so pure and 
 cold ; 
 Where the Saviour asked for drink, and founjl 
 
 at noon repose : 
 But the living spring He opened then no human 
 hands can close. 
 
 They have scattered the ancient stones, where 
 
 at noon He sat to rest : 
 h None ever shall rest by that well again, and 
 
 think how His accents blessed : 
 But the Rest for the burdened heart, the Shade 
 
 in the weary land, 
 The riven Rock, with its living streams, forever 
 
 unmoved shall stand. 
 
 Earth has no Temple now, no beautiful House 
 of God, 
 
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 Or earth is all one temple-floor, which those 
 
 sacred feet have trod. 
 But in Heaven there is a Throne, a Home, anc 3 
 
 a House of Prayer ; 
 Thyself the Temple ; Thyself the Sun. Our 
 
 pilgrimage endeth there ! 
 
32 Elini) or Hymns 
 
 COME, BLESSED JESU. 
 
 |HE Galilean fishers toil 
 
 All night, and nothing take ; 
 L ^^ S5 = J But Jesus comes, — a wondrous spoil 
 Is lifted from the lake. 
 
 Lord, when our labors are in vain, 
 
 And vain the help of men, 
 When fruitless is the care and pain, 
 
 Come, blessed Jesu, then ! 
 
 The night is dark, the surges fill 
 
 The bark, the wild winds roar ; 
 But Jesus comes ; and all is still, — 
 
 The ship is at the shore. 
 
 O Lord, when storms around us howl, 
 
 And all is dark and drear, 
 In all the tempests of the soul, 
 
 O blessed Jesu, hear! 
 
 A frail one thrice denying Thee 
 Saw mercy in Thine eyes ; 
 
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 The penitent upon the tree 
 Was borne to Paradise. 
 
 In hours of sin and deep distress 
 
 O show us, Lord, Thy face ; 
 In penitential loneliness, 
 
 O give us, Jesu, grace ! 
 
 The faithful few retire in fear 
 
 To their closed upper-room ; 
 But suddenly, with joyful cheer, 
 
 They see their Master come. 
 
 Lord, come to us, unloose our bands, 
 
 And bid our terrors cease, 
 Lift over us Thy blessed hands, 
 
 Speak, holy Jesu, Peace. 
 
 In days when Faith will scarce be found, 
 
 And wolves be in the fold, 
 When sin and sorrow will abound, 
 
 And Charity wax cold, 
 
 Then hear Thy Saints, who to Thee pray 
 
 To bring them to their home ; 
 Hear, when the Bride and Spirit say, 
 
 " Come, blessed Jesu, come ! " 
 
34 Elim % or Hymns 
 
 THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH 
 KNOWLEDGE. 
 
 BORE with thee long weary days and 
 
 nights, 
 Through many pangs of heart, through 
 many tears ; 
 I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights, 
 For three and thirty years. 
 
 Who else had dared for thee what I have dared ? 
 I plunged the depth most deep from bliss 
 above ; 
 I not My flesh, I not My spirit spared : 
 Give thoi Me love for love. 
 
 For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth, 
 
 For thee I trembled in the nightly frost : 
 Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth : 
 Why wilt thou still be lost ? 
 
 I bore thee on My shoulders and rejoiced : 
 Men only marked upon My shoulders borne 
 
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 The branding cross ; and shouted hungry- 
 voiced, 
 Or wagged their heads in scorn. 
 
 Thee did nails grave upon My hands, thy name 
 Did thorns for frontlets stamp between Mine 
 eyes : 
 I Holy One, put on thy guilt and shame, 
 I, God, Priest, Sacrifice. 
 
 A thief upon My right hand and My left ; 
 
 Six hours alone, athirst, in misery : 
 At length in death one smote My heart, and 
 cleft 
 A hiding-place for thee. 
 
 Nailed to the racking cross, than bed of down 
 More dear, whereon to stretch Myself and 
 sleep : 
 So did I win a kingdom — share My crown ; 
 A harvest — come and reap. 
 
36 EIim y or Hymns 
 
 FOR US ALSO. 
 
 j|ESU! behold, the Wise from far, 
 Led to Thy cradle by a star, 
 
 Bring gifts to Thee, their Go^ 
 and King ! 
 O guide us by Thy light, that we 
 The way may find, and still to Thee 
 Our hearts, our all, for tribute bring ! 
 
 Jesu ! the pure, the spotless Lamb, 
 Who to the Temple humbly came, 
 
 Duteous, the legal rites to pay! 
 O make our proud, our stubborn will 
 All Thy wise, gracious laws fulfil, 
 
 Whate'er rebellious nature say ! 
 
 Jesu ! who on the fatal wood 
 
 Pour'dst out Thy life's last drop of blood, 
 
 Nailed to the accursed shameful cross ! 
 O may we bless Thy love, and be 
 Ready, dear Lord, to bear for Thee 
 
 All shame, all grief, all pain, and loss ! 
 
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 Jesu ! who by Thine own love slain, 
 By Thine own power took'st life again, 
 
 And Conqueror from the grave didst rise ! 
 O may Thy death our souls revive, 
 And ev'n on earth a new life give, 
 
 A glorious life, that never dies ! 
 
 Jesu ! who to Thy heaven again 
 Return'dst in triumph, there to reign, 
 
 Of men and angels sovereign King ! 
 O may our parting souls take flight 
 Up to that land of joy and light, 
 
 And there forever grateful sing ! 
 
 All glory to the sacred Three, 
 One undivided Deity ! 
 
 All honor, power, and love, and praise ! 
 Still may Thy blessed Name shine bright 
 In beams of uncreated light, 
 
 Crowned with its own eternal rays ! 
 
38 Elirn^ or Hymns 
 
 THE ISRAELITES AT THE RED SEA. 
 
 JEHIND them lies the desert waste ; 
 Before, the pathless deep ; 
 And on their track with vengeful haste 
 Egypt's dark squadrons sweep ; 
 Till in the sunset's last red glow 
 Flashes the armor of the foe ! 
 
 Then rose to Heaven a mighty cry ; 
 
 A people's voice was on the air, — 
 In every heart, in every eye, 
 
 Rebellion and despair : 
 "Why didst thou thus our steps beguile ? 
 Were there no graves beside the Nile ? 
 
 "Where are the pleasant things and fair 
 
 That grow by Egypt's streams ? 
 Is this lone waste, the lion's lair, 
 
 The Canaan of our dreams ? — 
 This dark blue sea, this barren strand, 
 The pathway to the Promised Land ? " 
 
 The word is spoken ! — o'er the wave 
 Is stretched the leader's mystic rod ; 
 
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 And safely, through the yawning grave 
 
 Where human foot had never trod, 
 They reach at dawn the distant shore, — 
 Their buried foes are seen no more. 
 
 O Lord, when, like Thy sons of old, 
 We wander through a barren waste, 
 
 Where Hope is faint and Love is cold, 
 And bitter to our earthly taste 
 
 The stream that in the desert flows, 
 
 The daily bread Thy hand bestows,— 
 
 When haunting dreams of pleasant things 
 Make the lone wilderness more drear, 
 
 Where every hour in passing brings 
 
 Some present pain, some threatening fear, 
 
 And stretched before our shrinking eyes, 
 
 Like a dark sea, the future lies, — 
 
 Then, Lord, be Thou at hand to guide, 
 Thy Cross be there our path to mark : 
 
 Though high may swell the stormy tide, 
 In Heaven is light, though earth be dark. 
 
 Like those who crossed that Eastern sea, 
 
 We shall be safe who trust in Thee ! 
 
40 EIim y or Hymns 
 
 THE WAY OF SORROWS. 
 
 LORD, the wilderness to me 
 
 A very Paradise shall be, 
 Sin'ce Thou for forty days wast there, 
 In fasting, solitude, and prayer ! 
 
 Unworthy though these feet to rest 
 On ground Thy footsteps once have blest, 
 The way of sorrows shall be mine, 
 Made sweet because it first was Thine. 
 
 Lord, let me find some lowly place 
 Where I may seek Thy pitying face, 
 And plead with Thee by Olivet, 
 By agony, and bloody sweat. 
 
 Some quiet aisle or dim recess 
 Shall make for me a wilderness ; 
 And surely Angels shall be there 
 To wait on penitence and prayer. 
 
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 Nor is this all : for I would know 
 The depth of shame, the crown of woe, 
 Stand by the stricken Mother's side. 
 While Thou art mocked and crucified. 
 
 And then in hours of saddest gloom 
 I still will watch around Thy tomb, 
 Till with the day new joy be born, 
 And Thou shalt rise on Easter-morn. 
 
 Oh, blessed thought, that faith can see 
 In every altar — Calvary, 
 Find there the loving arms outspread, 
 And fall before the fallen Head. 
 
 Come King of kings, come Light of light : 
 The Bride awaits the day all bright, 
 When she shall lift, her mourning o'er, 
 The shout of Paschal joy once more. 
 
42 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 EMMAUS. 
 
 HEY talked of Jesus, as they went \ 
 
 And Jesus, all unknown, 
 Did at their side himself present 
 With sweetness all His own. 
 Swift, as He oped the sacred word, 
 
 His glory they discerned ; 
 And swift, as His dear voice they heard, 
 Their hearts within them burned. 
 
 He would have left them, but that they 
 
 With prayers His love assailed : 
 " Depart not yet ! a little stay ! " 
 
 They pressed Him, and prevailed. 
 And Jesus was revealed, as there 
 
 He blessed and brake the bread : 
 But, while they marked His heavenly air, 
 
 The matchless Guest had fled. 
 
 And thus at times, as Christians talk 
 
 Of Jesus and His word, 
 He joins two friends amidst their walk, 
 
 And makes, unseen, a third. 
 
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 And oh ! how sweet their converse flows, 
 
 Their holy theme how clear, 
 How warm with love each bosom glows. 
 
 If Jesus be but near ! 
 
 And they that woo His visits sweet, 
 
 And will not let Him go, 
 Oft, while His broken bread they eat, 
 
 His soul-felt presence know : 
 His gathered friends He loves to meet 
 
 And fill with joy their faith, 
 When they with melting hearts repeat 
 
 The memory of His death. 
 
 But such sweet visits here are brief; 
 
 Dispensed from stage to stage, 
 (A cheering and a prized relief,) 
 
 Of faith's hard pilgrimage. 
 There is a scene where Jesus ne'er, 
 
 Ne'er leaves His happy guests ; 
 He spreads a ceaseless banquet there, 
 
 And love still fires their breasts. 
 
44 Ellm^ or Hymns 
 
 SUNDAY EVE. 
 
 TIME of tranquil joy and holy feeling* 
 When over earth God's spirit from 
 above 
 
 Spreads out His wings of love ! 
 When sacred thoughts, like angels, come ap- 
 pealing 
 To our tent-doors ; O eve, to earth and heaven 
 The sweetest of the seven ! 
 
 How peaceful are thy skies ! thy air is clearer, 
 As on the advent of a gracious time : 
 
 The sweetness of its prime 
 Blesseth the world, and Eden's days seem nearer: 
 I hear, in each faint stirring of the breeze, 
 
 God's voice among the trees. 
 
 O while thy hallowed moments are distilling 
 Their fresher influence on my heart like dews, 
 
 The chamber where I muse 
 Turns to a temple ! He, whose converse thrilling 
 Honored Emmaus, that old eventide, 
 
 Comes sudden to my side. 
 
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 *T is light at evening time when Thou art pres- 
 ent ; 
 Thy coming to the eleven in that dim room 
 
 Brightened, O Christ ! its gloom : 
 So bless my lonely hour that memories pleasant 
 Around the time a heavenly gleam may cast, 
 
 Which many days shall last! 
 
 Raise each low aim, refine each high emotion, 
 That with more ardent footstep I may press 
 
 Toward Thy holiness ; 
 And, braced for sacred duty by devotion, 
 Support my cross along that rugged road 
 
 Which Thou hast sometime trod ! 
 
 I long to see Thee, for my heart is weary : 
 
 O when, my Lord ! in kindness wilt Thou come 
 
 To call Thy banished home ? 
 The scenes are cheerless, and the days are 
 
 dreary ; 
 From sorrow and from sin I would be free, 
 
 And evermore with Thee ! 
 
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46 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 AT THE DOOR. 
 
 JEHOLD ! a Stranger's at the door ! 
 He gently knocks, has knocked before, 
 u Bas waited long, is waiting still \ 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 But will He prove a Friend indeed ? 
 He will ! the very Friend you need ! 
 The Man of Nazareth, 't is He, 
 With garments dyed at Calvary. 
 
 Rise, touched with gratitude Divine ; 
 Turn out His enemy and thine, 
 That hateful, hell-born monster, sin ; 
 And let the Heavenly Stranger in. 
 
 If thou art poor, (and poor thou art,) 
 Lo ! He has riches to impart ; 
 Not wealth, in which mean avarice rolls ; 
 O better far! the wealth of souls ! 
 
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 Thou 'rt blind ; He '11 take the scales away, 
 And let in everlasting day : 
 Naked thou art ; but He shall dress 
 Thy blushing soul in righteousness. 
 
 Admit Him, for the human breast 
 Ne'er entertained so kind a guest : 
 Admit Him, for you can't expel ; 
 Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell. 
 
 Admit Him, ere His anger burn ; 
 His feet, departed, ne'er return ! 
 Admit Him ; or the hour 's at hand 
 When at His door denied you '11 stand. 
 
 Yet know, (nor of the terms complain,) 
 If Jesus comes, He comes to reign ; 
 To reign, and w T ith no partial sway ; 
 Thoughts must be slain, that disobey! 
 
 Sovereign of souls ! Thou Prince of Peace ! 
 O may Thy gentle reign increase ! 
 Throw wide the door, each willing mind ! 
 And be His empire all mankind ! 
 
48 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 HYMN FOR EPIPHANY. 
 
 HE wise men to Thy cradle throne, 
 O Infant Saviour, brought of old 
 The- incense meet for God alone, 
 Sharp myrrh, and shining gold. 
 
 Shine on us too, sweet Eastern star, 
 Thine own baptized Gentile band, 
 
 Till we have found our Lord from far, 
 An offering in our hand. 
 
 Till we have brought the fine gold rare, 
 Of zeal that giveth all for love ; 
 
 Till we have prayed the glowing prayer, 
 Like incense borne above. 
 
 Till bitter tears our eyes have wet, 
 Because our wilful hearts would err ; 
 
 Worship, and love, and sorrow met, 
 Gold, frankincense, and myrrh. 
 
 All meet for Thee our own Adored, 
 
 Our suffering Saviour, God, and King ; 
 
 Accept the gold and incense, Lord, 
 Accept the myrrh we bring. 
 
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 REST 
 
 JEST, weary heart, 
 From all thy silent griefs, and secret 
 pain, 
 
 Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain ; 
 Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, 
 All shall be blessedness and light at last ; •. 
 Cast off the cares that have so long opprest ; 
 Rest, sweetly rest ! 
 
 Rest, weary head ! 
 Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb : 
 Light from above has broken through its gloom ; 
 Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay, 
 Where He. shall wake thee on a future day, 
 Like a tired child upon its mother's breast, 
 
 Rest, sweetly rest ! 
 
 Rest, spirit free ! 
 [n the green pastures of the heavenly shore, 
 Where sin and sorrow can approach no more, 
 
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 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed, 
 Beside the streams of Life eternal led, 
 Forever with thy God and Saviour blest, 
 Rest, sweetly rest ! 
 
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 "I AM THINE." 
 
 [HAT I am Thine, my Lord and God ! 
 Sprinkled and ransom'd by Thy blood, — 
 Repeat that word once more, 
 With such an energy and light, 
 That this world's flattery or spite 
 
 To shake me never may have power. 
 
 From various cares my heart retires ; 
 Though deep and boundless its desires, 
 
 I 'm now to please but One : 
 He, before whom the elders bow, 
 With Him is all my business now, 
 
 And with the souls that are His own. 
 
 This is my joy, (which ne'er can fail,) 
 To see my Saviour's arm prevail ; 
 
 To mark the steps of grace \ 
 How new-born souls, convinced of sin, 
 His blood reveal'd to them within, 
 
 Extol my Lord in every place. 
 
52 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 With these my happy lot is cast : 
 Through the world's deserts, rude and waste, 
 Or through its gardens fair ; 
 Whether the storm of malice sweeps, 
 Or all in dead supineness sleeps ; 
 Still to go on be my whole care. 
 
 See ! the dear flock by Jesus drawn, 
 In blest simplicity move on ; 
 
 They trust His shepherd's crook. 
 Beholders many faults will find, 
 But they can tell their Saviour's mind ; 
 
 Content, if written in His Book. 
 
 No, my dear Lord, in following Thee, 
 Not in the dark uncertainly, 
 
 This foot obedient moves : 
 'T is with a brother and a King, 
 Who many to His yoke will bring ; 
 
 Who ever lives and ever loves. 
 
 Now then, my Way, my Truth, my Life ! 
 Henceforth let sorrow, doubt, and strife 
 
 Drop off, like autumn leaves ; — 
 Henceforth, as privileged by Thee, 
 Simple and undistracted be 
 
 My soul, which to Thy sceptre cleaves. 
 
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 JESUS IS GOD! 
 
 JESUS is God ! the glorious bands 
 Of golden angels sing 
 Songs of adoring praise to Him, 
 Their Maker and their King. 
 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, 
 
 On Calvary's cross true God, 
 He who in Heaven eternal reigned, 
 In time on earth abode. 
 
 Jesus is God ! there never was 
 
 A time when He was not : 
 Boundless, eternal, merciful, 
 
 The Word the Sire begot ! 
 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch. 
 
 Onward through endless bliss, — 
 For there are two eternities, 
 
 And both alike are His ! 
 
 Jesus is God ! let sorrow come, 
 And pain, and every ill ; 
 
54 EIim y or Hymns 
 
 All are worth while, for all are means 
 
 His glory to fulfil ; 
 Worth while a thousand years of life 
 
 To speak one little word, 
 If by our Credo we might own 
 
 The Godhead of our Lord ! 
 
 Jesus is God ! O could I now 
 
 But -compass land and sea, 
 To teach and tell this single truth, 
 
 How happy should I be ! 
 O had I but an angel's voice, 
 
 I would proclaim so loud, 
 Jesus, the good, the beautiful, 
 
 Is everlasting God ! 
 
 Jesus is God ! If on the earth 
 
 This blessed faith decays, 
 More tender must our love become, 
 
 More plentiful our praise. 
 We are not angels, but we may 
 
 Down in earth's corners kneel, 
 And multiply sweet acts of love, 
 
 And murmur what we feel. 
 
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 WORTHY THE LAMB. 
 
 iERE on earth, where foes surround us, 
 While our trembling souls within 
 Feel the fetters which have bound us, 
 Feel the burden of our sin ; 
 Lord, on Thee alone relying, 
 
 Strength we crave to burst our chain, 
 Ever pleading, ever crying, 
 
 " Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." 
 
 In those high and holy regions 
 
 Where the blest Thy praise prolong, 
 Cherubs and seraphic legions 
 
 Know no theme of nobler song; 
 White-robed saints, who there adore Thee 
 
 Throned above the glassy main, 
 Sing, and cast their crowns before Thee, 
 
 " Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." 
 
56 Elirriy or Hymns 
 
 Thus Thy Church, whate'er her dwelling, 
 
 Heaven above or earth below, 
 One harmonious chorus swelling, 
 
 Loves her Saviour's praise to show : 
 Here in trial, there in glory, 
 
 Changeless rings the immortal strain, 
 Changeless sounds the wondrous story, 
 
 u Lord, for us the Lamb was slain." 
 
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 I WILL NOT LET THEE GO. 
 
 j]OME, O Thou Traveller unknown, 
 Whom still I hold, but cannot see ! 
 My company before is gone, 
 And I am left alone with Thee ; 
 With Thee all night I mean to stay, 
 And wrestle till the break of day. 
 
 I need not tell Thee who I am ; 
 
 My misery and sin declare ; 
 Thyself hast call'd me by my name ; 
 
 Look on Thy hands and read it there : 
 But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou ? 
 Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. 
 
 In vain Thou strugglest to get free, 
 
 I never will unloose my hold : 
 Art Thou the Man that died for me ? 
 
 The secret of Thy love unfold : 
 Wrestling, I will not let Thee go. 
 Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 
 
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 Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal 
 
 Thy new, unutterable name ? 
 Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell ? 
 
 To know it now, resolved I am : 
 Wrestling, I will not let Thee go : 
 Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 
 
 My prayer hath power with God : the grace 
 
 Unspeakable I now receive ; 
 Through faith I see Thee face to face ; 
 
 I see Thee face to face, and live ! 
 In vain I have not wept and strove ; 
 Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 
 
 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, 
 Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend : 
 
 Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 
 But stay, and love me to the end : 
 
 Thy mercies never shall remove ; 
 
 Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 
 
 The Sun of Righteousness on me 
 
 Hath risen, with healing in His wings ; 
 
 Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee 
 My soul its life and succor brings ; 
 
 My help is all laid up above ; 
 
 Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 
 
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 THE BOY WITH THE FIVE LOAVES. 
 
 HAT time the Saviour spread His feast 
 For thousands on the mountain's side, 
 One of the last and least 
 The abundant store supplied. 
 
 Haply, the wonders to behold, 
 
 A boy 'mid other boys he came, 
 A lamb of Jesus' fold, 
 
 Though now unknown by name. 
 
 Or for his sweet obedient ways 
 
 The Apostles brought him near, to share 
 Their Lord's laborious days, 
 
 His frugal basket bear. 
 
 Or might it be, his duteous heart, 
 
 That led him sacrifice to bring 
 For his own simple part, 
 
 To the world's hidden King ? 
 
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 Well may I guess how glow'd his cheek, 
 How he look'd down, half pride, half fear ; 
 
 Far off" he saw one speak 
 Of him, in Jesus' ear. 
 
 " There is a lad,— - five loaves hath he, 
 And fishes twain ; but what are they 
 
 Where hungry thousands be ? " 
 Nay, Christ will find a way. 
 
 In order, on the fresh green hill, 
 
 The mighty Shepherd ranks His sheep, 
 
 By tens and fifties, still 
 
 As clouds when breezes sleep. 
 
 Oh, who can tell the trembling joy, 
 Who paint the grave, endearing look, 
 
 When from that favored boy 
 The wondrous pledge He took ? 
 
 Keep thou, dear child, thine early word ; 
 
 Bring Him thy best : who knows but He, 
 For his eternal board, 
 
 May take some gift of thee ? 
 
 Thou prayest without the veil as yet ; 
 But kneel in faith ; an arm benign 
 
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 Such prayers will duly set 
 Within the holiest shrine. 
 
 And prayer has might to spread and grow ; 
 
 Thy childish darts, right aim'd on high, 
 May catch Heaven's fire, and glow 
 
 Far in the eternal sky ! 
 
 Even as He made that stripling's store 
 Type of the feast by Him decreed, 
 
 Where angels might adore, 
 And souls forever feed. 
 
62 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 CHRIST AND THE LITTLE ONES. 
 
 HE Master has come over Jordan," 
 
 Sajd Hannah, the mother, one day ; 
 u Is healing the people who throng Him 
 With a touch of His finger, they say. 
 
 "And now I shall carry the children, — 
 Little Rachel, and Samuel, and John ; 
 
 I shall carry the baby, Esther, 
 For the Lord to look upon." 
 
 The father looked at her kindly, 
 But he shook his head and smiled : 
 
 M Now who but a doting mother 
 Would think of a thing so wild ! 
 
 ct If the children were tortured by demons, 
 Or dying of fever, — 't were well, — 
 
 Or had they the taint of the leper, 
 Like many in Israel." 
 
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 " Nay, do not hinder me, Nathan, 
 
 I feel such a burden of care, — 
 If I carry it to the Master 
 
 Perhaps I shall leave it there. 
 
 " If He lay His hand on the children, 
 
 My heart will be lighter I know, 
 For a blessing for ever and ever 
 
 Will follow them as they go." 
 
 So over the hills of Judah, 
 
 Along by the vine-rows green, 
 With Esther asleep on her bosom, 
 
 And Rachel her brothers between ; 
 
 'Mong the people who hung on His teaching, 
 Or waited His touch and His word, 
 
 Through the row of proud Pharisees listening, 
 She pressed to the feet of the Lord. 
 
 u Now why shouldst thou hinder the Master," 
 Said Peter, " with children like these ? 
 
 Seest not how from morning till evening 
 He teacheth, and healeth disease ? " 
 
 Then Christ said : " Forbid not the children, 
 Permit them to come unto me ;" 
 
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 And He took in His arms little Esther, 
 And Rachel He set on His knee \ 
 
 And the heavy heart of the mother 
 Was lifted all earth-care above, 
 
 As He laid His hands on the brothers, 
 And blest them with tenderest love : 
 
 As He said of the babes in His bosom, 
 u Of such are the kingdom of heaven ; ' 
 
 And strength for all duty and trial, 
 That hour to her spirit was given. 
 
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 "MY MEDITATION OF HIM SHALL BE 
 SWEET." 
 
 HEN languor and disease invade 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 'T is sweet to look beyond our cage, 
 And long to soar away. 
 
 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 
 The whispers of His love ; 
 Sweet to look upward to the throne, 
 
 Where Jesus pleads above. 
 
 Sweet to look back, and see my name 
 In life's fair book mark'd down ; 
 
 Sweet to look forward, and behold 
 Eternal joys my own. 
 
 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 
 
 My sins on Jesus laid ; 
 Sweet to remember that His blood 
 
 My debt of suffering paid. 
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 Sweet in His righteousness to stand, 
 Which saves from second death ; 
 
 Sweet to experience, day by day, 
 His Spirit's quickening breath. 
 
 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, 
 Whose love can never end ; 
 
 Sweet on His covenant of grace 
 For all things to depend. 
 
 Sweet in the confidence of faith 
 To trust His firm decrees ; 
 
 Sweet to lie passive in His hand, 
 And have no will but His. 
 
 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope 
 
 That when my change shall come, 
 
 Angels will hover round my bed, 
 And waft my spirit home. 
 
 There shall my dis-imprison'd soul 
 
 Behold Him and adore ; 
 Be with His likeness satisfied, 
 
 And grieve and sin no more : 
 
 Shall see Him wear that very flesh 
 On which my guilt was lain ; 
 
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 His love intense, His merit fresh, 
 As though but newly slain. 
 
 Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear 
 The trumpet's quickening sound ! 
 
 And by my Saviour's power rebuilt, 
 At His right hand be found. 
 
 These eyes shall see Him in that day ; 
 
 The God that died for me j 
 And all my rising bones shall say, 
 
 Lord, who is like to Thee ! 
 
 If such the views which grace unfolds, 
 
 Weak as it is below, 
 What raptures must the Church above, 
 
 In Jesu's presence, know ! 
 
 If such the sweetness of the stream, 
 
 What must that fountain be, 
 Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
 
 Immediately from Thee ! 
 
 O may the unction of these truths 
 
 Forever with me stay ; 
 Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd, 
 
 My spirit flies away ! 
 
68 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 CHRIST IN YOU, THE HOPE OF 
 GLORY." 
 
 (jUPREME High-Priest, the pilgrim's 
 light, 
 My heart for Thee prepare ; 
 Thine image stamp, and deeply write 
 
 Thy superscription there : 
 Ah, let my forehead bear Thy seal, 
 
 My arm Thy badge retain ; 
 My heart the inward witness feel 
 That I am born again ! 
 
 O that the penetrating sight 
 
 And eagle's eye were mine ! 
 Undazzled at the boundless light 
 
 Of Majesty divine : 
 That with the armies of the sky 
 
 I, too, may sit and sing, 
 Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye, 
 
 The dove's aspiring wing. 
 
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 LOVE OF LOVE. 
 
 " Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the 
 floods drown it ; if a man would give all the substance 
 of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned." 
 — Cant. viii. 7. 
 
 jlOVE, in all its depth and height, 
 I will sing, and never weary, — 
 Love, which maketh life so bright, 
 And the drooping heart so cheery, — 
 Love, whose fountain is with God, 
 
 And whose streams, in Christ descending, 
 Flow where'er His footsteps trod, 
 With all human blessings blending. 
 
 Love, in all its strength and might, 
 
 I will sing, and I will prove it; 
 Love eternal, infinite, 
 
 Loveth me, and I will love it. 
 All I am, or hope to be, 
 
 From that fount of life descending, 
 Riseth like a well in me, 
 
 Ever fresh and never ending. 
 
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 Sunbeams dancing on the sea, 
 
 South wind blowing o'er the meadow, 
 Bird and blossom on the tree, 
 
 Summer shine and summer shadow, — 
 Outward glancings of the Love 
 
 That within, in fadeless beauty, 
 Lights and leads my steps above, 
 
 Up the rugged paths of duty. 
 
 Love ! my God and King Thou art! 
 
 Ever will I bow before Thee ; 
 Ever shall this grateful heart 
 
 Own Thy kingdom and adore Thee ; 
 Neither life nor death can e'er 
 
 From Thy love, my Saviour, sever; 
 Love hath made the sinner dear, 
 
 And that love endureth ever. 
 
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 " COME UNTO ME." 
 
 RT thou weary i art thou languid ? 
 Art thou sore distrest ? 
 "Come to Me/' saith One, "and 
 coming, 
 
 Be at rest ! " 
 
 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 
 
 If He be my Guide ? 
 " In His feet and hands are wound-prints, 
 
 And His side." 
 
 Is there diadem, as monarch, 
 
 That His brow adorns ? 
 " Yea, a crown in very surety, 
 
 But of thorns ! " 
 
 If I find Him, if I follow, 
 
 What His guerdon here ? 
 " Many a sorrow, many a labor, 
 
 Many a tear." 
 
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 If I still hold closely to Him, 
 
 What hath He at last ? 
 l< Sorrow vanquish'd, labor ended, 
 
 Jordan past ! " 
 
 If I ask Him to receive me, 
 
 Will He say me nay ? 
 " Not till earth, and not till heaven 
 
 Pass away ! " 
 
 Tending, following, keeping, struggling, 
 
 Is He sure to bless ? 
 cc Angels, martyrs, prophets, pilgrims, 
 
 Answer, Yes." 
 
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 A HYMN OF ANGELUS, OF THE 
 SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. 
 
 LOVE, who formedst me to wear 
 
 The image of Thy Godhead here ; 
 Who soughtest me with tender care 
 Through all my wanderings wild and drear ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who ere life's earliest dawn 
 
 Thy choice on me hath gently laid ; 
 O Love, who here as man wast born, 
 And wholly like to us wast made ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who once in time wast slain, 
 
 Pierced through and through with bitter woe ', 
 
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 O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain, 
 That we eternal joy might know ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, of whom is truth and light, 
 
 The Word and Spirit, life and power, 
 Whose heart was bared to them that smite, 
 To shield us in our trial ho.ur ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who lovest me for aye, 
 
 Who for my soul dost ever plead ; 
 O Love, who didst my ranso.m pay, 
 Whose power sufficeth in my stead ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise 
 From out this dying life of ours ; 
 O Love, who once o'er yonder skies 
 Shall set me in the fadeless bowers ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
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 CHRIST ALL IN ALL. 
 
 I AY, art thou wounded, feeble, weak ? 
 In Jesus thy Physician seek ; 
 
 • ' Does fever strike, or parching thirst ? 
 
 He is thy Fountain, best and first ; 
 Or, art thou bowed beneath sin's load ? 
 He is thy Justice — fly to God ; 
 Does soul or body sickness thrall ? 
 He is the health of both, and all. 
 
 If thou wouldst fly the mists of night, 
 The Sun of Justice is thy light ; 
 He bids the tongue-tied spirit speak, 
 Unties it in confession meek : 
 Or seek ye food ? He gives thee bread ; 
 Thou art by heavenly manna fed : 
 O hidden God, what harm can fall ? 
 He gives Himself, He gives thee all. 
 
76 E/im y or Hymns 
 
 JESUS PASSETH BY. 
 
 HOU passest by — Thy awful step I 
 
 hear ; 
 
 Thou passest by — thy five dread 
 
 wounds I see ; 
 
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 Thou passest by — Thy saving cross I clasp 
 With penitential tears of agony. 
 
 Thou passest by — I will not let Thee go 
 Until Thy mercy streams into my soul ; 
 
 I am sin-laden ; lift the burden off, 
 
 For Thou alone canst heal and make me 
 whole. 
 
 Renew my spirit with unswerving faith, 
 
 While pondering on the path Thy saints 
 have trod ; 
 
 With hope and courage nerve this feeble frame 
 To follow Thee, thou ever-present God. 
 
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 Thou passest by — I pray to be illumed 
 
 With grace and light ; so shall the darkness 
 flee: 
 
 And these dim eyes, O Thou ascended Lord, 
 In rapture recognize and gaze on Thee. 
 
78 -£7/7/2, or Hymns 
 
 THE ANSWER. 
 
 HE merry world did, on a day, 
 
 With his trainbands and mates ag'ree 
 
 ' ' To meet together where I lay, 
 
 And all in sport to jeer at me. 
 
 First, Beauty crept into a rose, 
 
 Which, when I plucked not, Sir, said she, 
 Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? 
 
 But Thou sbalt answer, Lord, for me. 
 
 Then Money came ; and, chinking still, 
 What tune is this, poor man ? said he; 
 
 I heard in music you had skill ; 
 
 But 'Thou shalt answer ; Lord, for me. 
 
 Then came brave Glory puffing by, 
 In silks that whistled, who but he ? 
 
 He scarce allowed me half an eye ; 
 But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me* 
 
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 Then came quick Wit and Conversation, 
 And he would needs a comfort be ; 
 
 And, to be short, make an oration ; 
 But Thou shalt answer^ Lord^ for me. 
 
 Yet when the hour of Thy design 
 
 To answer these fine things shall come, 
 
 Speak not at large ; say, I am Thine \ 
 And then thev have their answer home. 
 
80 Elirri) or Hymns 
 
 CHRIST'S WORD, "ABIDE." 
 
 j*g3jy|ERPETUAL peace flows from that 
 word, 
 A fountain by our Lord supplied ; 
 The 'twelve who followed Him, how oft they 
 heard 
 Their Teacher say, Abide ! 
 
 It hangs — a bough of promises, 
 
 Thick blossoming on every side ; 
 c< I will not leave you comfortless," He says, 
 
 u If ye in me Abide." 
 
 Lord, let my heart be wholly Thine ; 
 
 I would not with the world divide ; 
 E'en as the branch abideth in the vine, 
 
 Would I in thee Abide. 
 
 " Abide in me, and I in you." 
 
 Would I to Thee were so allied ! 
 Then would be one who now, alas ! are two : 
 
 When shall I thus Abide ? 
 
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 Near old Emmaus, had it been 
 
 With me Thou walked'st at eventide, 
 
 Would I have asked Thee, as a stranger, in, 
 Or said, " My Lord ! Abide ? " 
 
 Alas ! I too have walked with Thee — 
 My whole way darkly by Thy side j 
 
 I now invite Thee, Lord ! come in with me — 
 Not tarry, but Abide ! 
 
 Oh, Jesus ! make my dwelling Thine ! 
 
 Sit at my board, and there preside, 
 Till I can call Thy heavenly mansion mine, 
 
 And there Thy guest Abide. 
 
 Yet lifted to Thy presence oft, 
 
 Down — of my own weak faith — I glide. 
 Lend me again Thy wings to mount aloft, 
 
 Then make me there Abide ! 
 
 Come, oh, Lord Jesus ! quickly come ! 
 
 Why should I live, since Thou hast died ? 
 Earth is a cross, and life a martyrdom ; 
 
 Let me with Thee Abide ! 
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82 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 SUNDAY NEXT BEFORE ADVENT. 
 
 " Thou art fair , my Io<ve ; there is no spot in thee.' 1 - 
 Cant. iv. 7. 
 
 WOULD that I were fairer, Lord ! 
 More what Thy bride should be, — 
 More meet to be the sharer, Lord, 
 Of love and heaven with Thee ; 
 Yet if Thy love with me Thou 'It share, 
 I know that love can make me fair. 
 
 O would that I were purer, Lord ! 
 
 More filled with grace divine ! — 
 O would that I were surer, Lord, 
 
 That my whole heart is Thine ! 
 Were it so pure that I might see 
 Thy beauty, I would grow like Thee. 
 
 O would that I could higher, Lord, 
 
 Above thees senses live ! 
 Each feeling, each desire, my Lord, 
 
 Could wholly to Thee give ! 
 The love I thus would daily share, 
 That love alone would make me fair. 
 
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 A DEATH-BED HYMN. 
 
 E would see Jesus ; " for the shadows 
 lengthen 
 Across this little landscape of our 
 life. 
 " We would see Jesus," our weak faith to 
 strengthen 
 For the last weariness — the final strife. 
 
 " We would see Jesus ; " for life's hand hath 
 rested, 
 With its dark touch, upon both heart and 
 brow, 
 And though our souls have many a billow 
 % breasted, 
 
 Others are rising in the distance now. 
 
 " We would see Jesus," the great rock founda- 
 tion, 
 Whereon our feet were set by sovereign 
 grace ; 
 Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, 
 Shall thence remove us if we see His face. 
 
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84 EUm, or Hymns. 
 
 H We would see Jesus." Other lights are 
 paling, 
 Which for long years we have rejoiced to see ; 
 The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing ; 
 We would not mourn them, for we go to 
 Thee. 
 
 u We would see Jesus ; " yet the spirit lingers 
 Round the dear object it has loved so long ; 
 And earth from earth can scarce unclose its 
 fingers ; 
 Our love to Thee makes not this love less 
 strong. 
 
 " We would see Jesus." Sense is all too 
 blinding, 
 And heaven appears too dim, too far away ; 
 We would see Thee, to gain a sweet reminding 
 That Thou hast promised our great debt to 
 pay. 
 
 u We would see Jesus ; " this is all we 're 
 
 needing : 
 
 Strength, joy, and willingness come with the 
 
 sight ; 
 
 We would see Jesus, — dying, risen, pleading ; 
 
 Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night. 
 

 THE THREE WONDERS. 
 
 HE wonder-working Master 
 Once deigned His race to save, 
 When dry land for His people 
 He made the Red Sea wave : 
 Now born for us, all willing, 
 Of maiden pure and sweet, 
 The path to heavenly mansions 
 He opens to our feet. 
 
 The bush unburned most truly 
 
 Portrays the holy womb, 
 Whence sprang the Word Incarnate 
 
 To loose the ancient doom, 
 And all the bitter sorrows 
 
 Of Eva's curse to stay, 
 The Word, who hither wended 
 
 Our sin to do away. 
 
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 To Him, with God the Father 
 
 In substance truly one, 
 One with mankind, from all men 
 
 Be laud forever clone : 
 God to our human nature, 
 
 To our mortality 
 In form conjoined, we worship, 
 
 And Him we glorify. 
 
 Thee, Word of God eternal, 
 Who wert before the sun, 
 
 The star showed to the Magi, 
 A poor and suffering One : 
 
 Thee, swaddled in a manger, 
 They saw with glad accord, 
 
 And hailed Thee with rejoicing, 
 • True Man, and yet the Lord. 
 
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 COME! YE LOFTY, COME! YE LOWLY. 
 
 ROME ! ye lofty, come ! ye lowly, 
 Let your songs of gladness ring, 
 In a stable lies the Holy, 
 In a manger rests the King : 
 See, in 'Mary's arms reposing, 
 
 Christ by highest heaven adored : 
 
 Come ! your circle round him closing, 
 
 Pious hearts that love the Lord. 
 
 Come ! ye poor, no pomp of station 
 
 Robes the Child your hearts adore : 
 Efe, the Lord of all salvation, 
 
 Shares your want, is weak and poor : 
 Oxen, round about behold them, 
 
 Rafters naked, cold, and bare, 
 See! the shepherds, God has told them 
 
 That the Prince of Life lies there. 
 
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 Come ! ye children, blithe and merry, 
 
 This one Child your model make ; 
 Christmas holly, leaf, and berry, 
 
 All be prized for His dear sake ; 
 Come! ye gentle hearts and tender ; 
 
 Come ! ye spirits keen and bold ; 
 All in all your homage render, 
 
 Weak and mighty, young and old. 
 
 High above a star is shining, 
 
 And the Wise Men haste from far : 
 Come ! glad hearts, and spirits pining : 
 
 For you all has risen the Star. 
 Let us bring our poor oblations, 
 
 Thanks, and love, and faith, and praise : 
 Come ! ye people, come ! ye nations* 
 
 All in all draw nigh to gaze. 
 
 Hark! the heaven of heavens is ringing — 
 
 Christ the Lord to man is born : 
 Are not all our hearts, too, singing — • 
 
 Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn ? 
 Still the Child, all power possessing, 
 
 Smiles as through the ages past ; 
 And the song of Christmas-blessing 
 
 Sweetly sinks to rest at last. 
 
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 THE INFANT JESUS. 
 
 EAR little One ! how sweet Thou art, 
 Thine eyes how bright they shine, 
 So bright, they almost seem to speak 
 When Mary's look meets Thine ! 
 
 When Mary bids Thee sleep, Thou sleep'st, 
 
 Thou wakest when she calls ; 
 Thou art content upon her lap, 
 
 Or in the rugged stalls. 
 
 Simplest of Babes ! with what a grace 
 
 Thou dost Thy mother's will ! 
 Thine infant fashions well betray 
 
 The Godhead's hidden skill. 
 
 When Joseph takes Thee in his arms, 
 
 And smooths Thy little cheek, 
 Thou lookest up into his face 
 
 So helpless and so meek. 
 
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 Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, 
 
 A thing of smiles and tears ; 
 Yet Thou art God, and heaven and earth 
 
 Adore Thee with their fears. 
 
 Yes ! dearest Babe ! those tiny hands, 
 
 That play with Mary's hair, 
 The weight of all the mighty world 
 
 This very moment bear. 
 
 Art Thou, weak Babe, my very God ? 
 
 O I must love Thee then, — 
 Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love 
 
 Among forgetful men. 
 
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 MIDNIGHT CHRISTMAS COMMUNION. 
 
 i 
 
 j|UT on the world, unheeded, came there 
 One at midnight hour, 
 A lowly maid His mother, and a 
 manger-stall His bed ; 
 Out on the cold, cold winter, when the snow 
 lay on the ground, 
 He came a tender Infant to Bethlehem's 
 humble shed. 
 
 Out on the world, unheeded — none knew 
 that He was God, 
 Save His parents, and the shepherds, and the 
 strangers from afar ; 
 These were His sole adorers — the courtiers of 
 the King, 
 The world saw not the rising of the bright 
 and morning Star. 
 
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 Out on the world, forsaken, poor, He comes to 
 sinners still, 
 When storms are raging fiercely, and 't is 
 night because of sin ; 
 Out on the cold, cold winter — to their thank- 
 less hearts He comes, 
 And they turn their faces from Him, and will 
 not take Him in. 
 
 Out on the world, neglected — careless Chris- 
 tians love Him not 
 While in our temples dwelling, veiled in 
 mystery most high ; 
 Unbelieving they reject Him — they will not 
 own their Lord, 
 Out on the cold, cold winter — for they pass 
 unmindful by. 
 
 But every lowly bosom which receives him 
 tenderly 
 He strengthens with His presence, and His 
 blessing comfort brings ; 
 What joy to that poor dwelling when the Lord 
 of Glory comes — 
 Another Bethlehem's manger to enthrone the 
 King of kings. 
 
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 Such- be my heart, dear Jesus, this blessed 
 Christmas morn ; 
 Cold, cold the world unheeding, but my 
 Guest vouchsafe to be ; 
 Though mean and poor the dwelling, true my 
 heart's glad welcome is, 
 And this my prayer unceasing — Stay Thou 
 evermore with me. 
 
 Out on the world, forsaken — Oh, regard Thy 
 children's love — 
 Our tears be reparation for the slights upon 
 Thee thrown ; 
 May the Church's great salvation, Thy holy 
 sacrifice, 
 Avail for all the thankless, and for all our 
 sins atone. 
 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Till death our voices hush, 
 Till we join the Church triumphant, and 
 reach the Fount of grace ; 
 There no more the hidden presence, nor Eu- 
 
 charistic rite, 
 , But the Bridegroom's marriage supper, and 
 to see Him face to face. 
 
94 Elim y or Hymns 
 
 A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS-TIDE. 
 
 jOW lift the carol, men and maids, 
 Now make exultant singing, 
 This day the Well of Life first sprang - 
 Who shall declare its springing ? 
 It is the birthday of our Peace ; 
 This day for man, the weary, 
 The everlasting Son of God 
 Was born of blessed Mary. 
 
 He was not born in such sweet days 
 
 As we of yore remember ; 
 It was not sunny summer-time, 
 
 Oh, it was bleak December : 
 Over our heads the sun is bright, 
 
 Beneath the snowfalls slacken, 
 So, unto this dark wintry world 
 
 He came, the dead to quicken. 
 
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 He did not bring a royal train, 
 
 A host no man could number ; 
 Nor lay begirt by damask folds, 
 
 Nor lulled by harp to slumber ; * 
 
 Oh, He was wrapped in swathing bands 
 
 Whose might o'erspans the heaven, 
 And a poor trough, whence oxen fed, 
 
 For His first rest was given. 
 
 He lies not in the manger now — 
 
 Far o'er the sapphire portal 
 At the right hand of Power He sits, 
 
 Who was this day made mortal : 
 All in the highest, holiest place, 
 
 Where there may dwell none other, 
 There our own Manhood sits enthroned, 
 
 There is our Elder Brother. 
 
 The birthday of our God and King — 
 
 Lo ! we are called to greet Him ; 
 The everlasting Bridegroom comes, 
 
 Oh, go ye out to meet Him. 
 This is the end of all below, 
 
 The crown of Love's best story ; 
 Christ stands and knocks — oh, happy souls, 
 
 Receive the King of Glory. 
 
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 GOOD FRIDAY. 
 
 ESU, mighty Sufferer! say, 
 How shall we this dreadful day 
 Near Thee draw, and to Thee pray ? 
 
 We, whose proneness to forget 
 
 Thy dear love, on Olivet, 
 
 Bathed Thy brow with bloody sweat ; ■ 
 
 We, who still in thought and deed 
 
 Often hold the bitter reed 
 
 To Thee, in Thy time of need s — 
 
 Canst Thou pardon us, and pray. 
 As for those who on this day 
 Took Thy precious life away ? 
 
Elim^ or Hymns. 
 
 Yes, Thy blood is all my plea ; 
 It was shed, and shed for me, 
 Therefore to Thy cross I flee. 
 
 Jesu, deign in love to take 
 Pity on my soul, and make 
 This day bright for Thy dear sake. 
 
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98 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 THE CHASTISEMENT OF OUR PEACE 
 WAS UPON HIM. 
 
 JARKLY rose the guilty morning, 
 When, the King of Glory scorning 
 Raged the fierce Jerusalem : 
 See the Christ, His Cross upbearing, 
 See Him stricken, spit on, wearing 
 The thorn-platted diadem. 
 
 Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him, 
 Not the hands that rudely nailed Him, 
 
 Slew Him on the cursed tree \ 
 Ours the sin from Heaven that called Him, 
 Ours the sin whose burden galled Him 
 
 In the sad Gethsemane. 
 
 For our sins, of glory emptied, 
 He was fasting, lone, and tempted, 
 
 He was slain on Calvary ; 
 Yet He for His murderers pleaded,— 
 Lord, by us that prayer is needed ; 
 
 We have pierced, yet trust in Thee. 
 
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 In our wealth and tribulation, 
 
 By Thy precious Cross and passion, 
 
 By Thy blood and agony, 
 By Thy glorious resurrection, 
 By Thy Holy Ghost's protection, 
 
 Make us Thine eternally. 
 
ioo * Elim, or Hymns 
 
 A FINE DAY IN PASSION WEEK. 
 
 HERE is a rapturous movement, a green 
 growing 
 Among the hills and valleys once again, 
 And silent rivers of delight are flowing 
 Into the hearts of men. 
 
 There is a purple weaving on the heather, 
 
 Night drops down starry gold upon the furze, 
 Wild rivers and wild birds sing songs together, 
 Dead Nature breathes and stirs. 
 
 Is this the season when our hearts should follow 
 
 The Man of Sorrows to the hill of scorn ? 
 Must not our pilgrim grief be scant and hollow 
 On such a sunny morn ? 
 
 Will not the silver trumpet of the river 
 
 Wind us to gladsomeness against our will — 
 The subtle eloquence of sunlight shiver 
 What sadness haunts us still ? 
 
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 If I might choose, those notes should all be 
 duller, 
 That silver trump should fail in Passion 
 Week; 
 The mountain-crowning sky wear one pale 
 color, 
 Pale as my Saviour's cheek. 
 
 And day and night there should be one slow 
 raining, 
 With mournful plash, upon the moor and 
 moss, 
 And on the hill one tree its bare arms straining, 
 Bare as my Saviour's Cross. 
 
 Nay ! if thy heart were sorrowful exceeding, 
 
 Its pulses big with that divinest woe, 
 These natural things would only set it bleeding 
 To think it could be so ; 
 
 To think that guilty and degraded Nature 
 
 Could look as joyful as she looketh now, 
 When the warm blood has dropped from her 
 Creator 
 Upon her branded brow. 
 
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 THE VIGIL. 
 
 " When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock 
 that is higher than /." — Psalm lxi. 2. 
 
 ATHER, my cup is full! 
 My trembling soul I raise; 
 Oh, save me in this solemn hour, 
 Thy might and love to praise ! 
 
 Father, my cup is full ! 
 
 But One hath drunk before, 
 And for our sins Thy face was hid, 
 
 When the bitter draught ran o'er. 
 
 Father, my cup is full ! 
 
 But Thou dost bid me drink; 
 I know Thy love the chalice mixed, 
 
 And yet I faint — I shrink. 
 
Elim^ or Hymns. 
 
 Alone He drank the cup, 
 The holy, sinless One, 
 
 That not one soul on earth again 
 Should drain the dregs alone. 
 
 Father, forsake me not ! 
 
 Oh, Christ! I look to Thee; 
 And by'Thy midnight agony, 
 
 Do Thou remember me. 
 
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104 
 
 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 GETHSEMANE. 
 
 ESUS, while He dwelt below, 
 As divine historians say, 
 To a place would often go ; 
 Near to Kedron's brook it lay ; 
 In this place He loved to be ; 
 And *t was named Gethsemane. 
 
 'T was a garden, as we read, 
 
 At the foot of Olivet, 
 Low, and proper to be made 
 
 The Redeemer's lone retreat : 
 When from noise He would be free, 
 Then He sought Gethsemane. 
 
 Thither, by their Master brought, 
 ' His disciples likewise came ; 
 There the heavenly truths He taught 
 
 Often set their hearts on flame ; 
 Therefore they, as well as He, 
 Visited Gethsemane. 
 
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 Came at length the dreadful night ; 
 
 Vengeance, with its iron rod, 
 Stood, and with collected might, 
 
 Bruised the harmless Lamb of God ; 
 See, my soul, thy Saviour see, 
 Prostrate in Gethsemane. 
 
 View Him in that olive-press, 
 
 Wrung with anguish, 'whelm'd in blood ! 
 Hear Him pray in His distress, 
 
 With strong cries and tears, to God : 
 Then reflect what sin must be, 
 Gazing on Gethsemane. 
 
 Gloomy garden, on thy beds, 
 
 Wash'd by Kedron's water-pool, 
 
 Grow most rank and bitter weeds, 
 Think on these, my soul, my soul ! 
 
 Would'st thou sin's dominion see ? 
 
 Call to mind Gethsemane. 
 
 Hither, Lord, Thou didst resort 
 Oft-times with Thy little train ; 
 
 Here would'st keep Thy private court, 
 Oh ! confer that grace again : 
 
 Lord, resort with worthless me 
 
 Oft-times to Gethsemane. 
 
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 True, I can't deserve to share 
 
 In a favor so divine ; 
 But since sin first fix'd Thee there, 
 
 None have greater sins than mine ; 
 And to this my woful plea, 
 Witness thou, Gethsemane ! 
 
 Sins against a holy God ; 
 
 Sins against His righteous laws ; 
 Sins against His love, His blood, 
 
 Sins against His name and cause, 
 Sins immense as is the sea : 
 — Hide me, O Gethsemane ! 
 
 Saviour, all the stone remove 
 From my flinty, frozen heart ; 
 
 Thaw it with the beams of love, 
 Pierce it with Thy mercy's dart ; 
 
 Wound the heart that wounded Thee ; 
 
 Break it in Gethsemane ! 
 
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 AN ANCIENT HYMN FOR MAUNDAY- 
 THURSDAY: FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 [N those dark hours of bitter woe,' 
 When depths of agony 
 Bound Me to dust, I bade it flow — 
 My blood, in streams for thee : 
 I stood alone, My hands were bound \ 
 
 Beneath the scourge I stood ; 
 From their long furrows to the ground 
 
 Fast fell the Holy blood. 
 My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
 Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 
 
 They put on Me a robe of scorn, 
 
 Bade thorns My crown to be ; 
 I gladly bore it, could have borne 
 
 More still for love of thee ; 
 They gave Me then the cross to bear, 
 
 And many a word was said 
 
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 Against My holy name, but ne'er — 
 
 Love from My heart ne'er fled. 
 My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
 Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 
 
 The Gentile's spear hath pierced My side ; 
 
 Lo ! from My heart within 
 Water and blood, a priceless tide, 
 
 Flow forth to cleanse from sin. 
 Have I left anything undone, 
 
 So thou by it might'st be 
 Brought back, My lost, My loved one ? 
 
 Have I not died for thee? 
 My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
 Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 
 
 For thee I was content to die, 
 
 To shame and anguish moved ; 
 And now, upon My throne on high 
 
 I love as then I loved ; 
 To thee My flesh and blood are given — 
 
 The pure soul's mystic food — 
 And thou shalt be with Me in heaven 
 
 When thou hast pass'd death's flood. 
 My child, oh, this was all for thee ; 
 Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ? 
 
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 AT THE LORD'S FEAST. 
 
 COME, O Lord, to Thy dear face, 
 Weary and laden, seeking grace. 
 My God ; " my Refuge ; show to me 
 
 Thy miracle of mercy free. 
 
 Behold me here before Thy throne, 
 
 Thou God in flesh and suffering shown, 
 
 To find my rest in Thee alone ; 
 
 I feel the heavy weight of sin, 
 
 I long for peace, and here begin 
 
 To taste its heavenly feast within. 
 
 To Thee I pray, in hopeful trust, 
 All spotted o'er with earthly dust ; 
 For Thou hast blotted out my stain, 
 And made me Thine own child again. 
 I think of all Thy suffering's power, 
 Thy precious words in Thy last hour, 
 Thine anguish mighty to redeem, 
 Thy heart's most precious saving stream, 
 
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 To reconcile the world to Thee ; 
 Emmanuel, God with us, with me. 
 
 Rejoice in Him, rejoice, my soul, 
 
 He makes thee new, and white, and whole ; 
 
 He at His table bids thee rest, 
 
 In His dear Home a welcome guest. 
 
 Ere thou canst call, His answer mild 
 
 Replies to thee, " Take courage, child ; 
 
 Thou art forgiven, in Me despised, 
 
 Into My death thou art baptized." 
 
 Arising from that healing flood 
 
 Praise with thy life His precious blood. 
 
 " Eternal life is now thy part. 
 By no false trust, or Satan's art, 
 By no delusive smile or frown, 
 Let man or devil take thy crown. 
 I make now My abode in thee ; 
 I am the Vine — abide in Me ; 
 So shalt thou yield abundant fruit, 
 Growing in Me, thy stock and root." 
 
 Yes, Lord ! my joy is in Thy Law, 
 Which kings and prophets never saw. 
 
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 Thy wondrous sacrifice shall still 
 Give triumph to my halting will. 
 O make me worthy, from this day, 
 On Thee my trembling heart to stay ; 
 May true repentance ever prove 
 The sanctifying power of love. 
 Prolong Thou my unworthy breath 
 To honor Thy life-giving death. 
 
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 TOUCHED WITH A FEELING OF OUR 
 INFIRMITIES. 
 
 []HEN, wounded sore, the strict 
 soul 
 Lies bleeding and unbound, 
 Only one Hand, a pierced Hand, 
 Can salve the sinner's wound. 
 
 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 
 
 And tears of anguish flow, 
 One only Heart, a broken Heart, 
 
 Can feel the sinner's woe. 
 
 When penitence has wept in vain 
 
 Over some foul dark spot, 
 One only stream, a stream of blood, 
 
 Can wash away the blot. 
 
 'T is Jesus' blood that washes white, 
 
 His Hand that brings relief, 
 His Heart that 's touched with all our joys, 
 
 And feeleth for our grief. 
 
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 Lift up Thy bleeding Hand, O Lord, 
 Unseal the cleansing tide ; 
 
 We have no shelter from our sin 
 But m Thy wounded side. 
 
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 NOT OUR WORK. 
 
 PEARY, working, plodding one, 
 Wherefore toil you so ? 
 Cease your u doing ; " all was done 
 Long, long ago ! 
 Jesus, from His lofty throne, 
 
 Stooped to do and die ; 
 Everything was fully done — 
 " 'T is finished ! " was His cry. 
 Jesus paid it all J 
 
 All that e'er was due. 
 And nothing either great or small 
 Remains for me to do ! 
 
 Till to Jesus' work you cling, 
 
 By a simple faith, 
 " Doing " is a deadly thing, 
 " Doing" ends in death. 
 Cast your deadly " doing " down, 
 Down at Jesus' feet ; ' 
 
 Stand in Him, in Him alone, 
 
 Glorious and complete 1 
 Jesus paid it all ! 
 
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 THE GRIEF OF PLEASURES. 
 
 HROUGH miry paths I labored on ; 
 Dark fell the mist, I could not see ; 
 But when my feet were almost gone, 
 A Voice said — Turn, and look on Me. 
 
 Who com'st Thou, taunted like a thief 
 By hard men, joyous in Thy fall ? 
 
 Who art Thou, yearning pale with grief 
 To some friend in the Judgment-hall ? 
 
 O glance too kind for broken vow, 
 For crime sinned often and afresh ! 
 
 O thorns, that wring the purest brow 
 Made ever yet from human flesh ! 
 
 printed hands, O printed feet, 
 
 O side, dug to the quick with steel! 
 
 1 marvel, but no answering heat 
 
 Strikes through my breast, to make it feel. 
 
Il6 EUm^ or Hymns 
 
 Ah, Lord ! but if Thy grace impart 
 True sorrow for my inward stain, 
 
 That look will pierce me to the heart, 
 That crown will tear me to the brain. 
 
 Those marks' upon Thy feet and hands, 
 
 That furrow in Thy sinless side, 
 Will sear me as with iron brands 
 
 While I with Thee hang crucified. 
 
 Nay, but the world — too far, too much 
 She lures me with her power to please. 
 
 How can I bear Thy healing touch 
 To rob me of my sweet disease ? 
 
 I bathe me in a false delight, 
 
 Chew dust for bread : yet, Lord, I pray, 
 Come, for without Thee day is night, 
 
 Come now, for with Thee night is day. 
 
 Yea, by Thy love, Thy toil to save, 
 
 Thy prayer, Thy groans, Thy bloody sweat, 
 
 Thy death, Thy rising from the grave, 
 
 Look down from heaven, and hear me yet. 
 
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 THE HEALER. 
 
 jlHEN across the heart deep waves of 
 sorrow 
 Break, as on a dry and barren shore ; 
 When hope glistens with no bright to-morrow, 
 And the storm seems sweeping evermore ; 
 
 When the cup of every earthly gladness 
 Bears no taste of the life-giving stream, 
 
 And high hopes, as though to mock our sadness, 
 Fade and die as in some fitful dream ; 
 
 Who shall hush the weary spirit's chiding, 
 Who the aching void within shall fill ? 
 
 Who shall whisper of a peace abiding, 
 And each surging billow calmly still ? 
 
 Only He whose wounded heart was broken 
 With the bitter cross and thorny crown, 
 
 Whose dear love glad words of joy had spoken, 
 Who His life for us laid meekly down. 
 
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 Blessed Healer ! all our burdens lighten ; 
 
 Give us peace, Thine own sweet peace, we 
 pray ; 
 Keep us near Thee till the Morn shall brighten, 
 
 And all mists and shadows flee away. 
 
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 "MADE NIGH, BY THE BLOOD OF 
 CHRIST." 
 
 THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of 
 God, 
 
 To wash me in Thy cleansing blood, 
 To dwell within Thy wounds ; then pain 
 Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 
 
 Take my poor heart, and let it be 
 Forever closed to all but Thee ! 
 Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear 
 That pledge of love forever there. 
 
 How blest are they who still abide 
 Close shelter'd in Thy bleeding side ! 
 Who life and strength from Thee derive, 
 And by Thee move, and in Thee live ! 
 
 What are our works but sin and death, 
 Till Thou Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe ! 
 
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 Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move - 
 O wondrous grace ! O boundless love ! 
 
 Ah, Lord ! enlarge our scanty thought, 
 To know the wonders Thou hast wrought ! 
 Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell 
 Thy love, immense, unsearchable ! 
 
 First-born of many brethren Thou, 
 To Thee, lo ! all our souls we bow, 
 To Thee our hearts and hands we give : 
 Thine may we die, Thine may we live ! 
 
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 LATUS SALVATORIS. 
 
 HERE is an everlasting home, 
 
 Where contrite souls may hide ; 
 j Where death and danger dare not 
 
 come — 
 The Saviour's side. 
 
 It was a cleft of matchless love, 
 
 Opened when He had died, 
 When Mercy hailed in worlds above 
 That wounded side. 
 
 Hail ! Rock of Ages, pierced for me, 
 
 The grave of all my pride ; 
 Hope, peace, and heaven, are all in Thee, 
 Thy sheltering side. 
 
 There issued forth the double flood, 
 
 The sin-atoning tide, 
 In streams of water and of blood, 
 From that dear side. 
 
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 There is the onlv Fount of Bliss, 
 
 In joy and sorrow tried ; 
 No refuge for the heart like this, — 
 A Saviour's side. 
 
 Thither the Church, through all her days, 
 
 Points as a faithful guide, 
 And celebrates with ceaseless praise 
 That* spear-pierced side. 
 
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 THE CROSS AND .THE HEART. 
 
 At Sorrento, Italy, is a curious poetical inscription 
 engraved on a slab of marble in the outer wall of a church. 
 It begins and ends alternately with the Italian words for 
 Cross and Heart. The following is as near as possible to 
 a literal translation. 
 
 [ROSS, most adored! to thee I give my 
 heart ; 
 Heart I have not, except to love the 
 cross. 
 Cross, thou hast won my wayward, alien heart ; 
 Heart, thou hast owned the triumph of the 
 cross. 
 Cross ! tree of life ! to thee I nail my heart ; 
 
 Heart cannot live that lives not on the cross. 
 
 Cross, be thy blood the cleansing of my heart ; 
 
 Heart, be thy blood an offering to the cross. 
 
 Cross, thou shalt have the homage of my heart ; 
 
 Heart, thou shalt be the temple of the cross. 
 
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 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 Cross, blest is he who yields to thee his heart ; 
 
 Heart, rest secure who cleavest to the cross. 
 Cross, key of heaven, open every heart ; 
 
 Heart, every heart, receive the holy cross. 
 
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 THE BREAD THAT COMETH DOWN 
 FROM HEAVEN. 
 
 HE sun is sinking in the west ; 
 And while its rays decline, 
 Gleams of the full-orbed Paschal moon 
 On the calm waters shine. 
 
 The Galilean waters hushed 
 
 In eventide are still ; 
 Yet crowds of weary wanderers wait 
 
 Upon its lonely hill. 
 
 Pilgrims they are, for Sion bound, 
 
 Whose Paschal Feast is near; 
 But the true Passover Himself 
 
 Receives and feeds them here. 
 
 They sit upon the grassy turf, 
 
 Marshalled in groups and rows ; 
 Christ holds the food, which in His hand, 
 
 And by His blessing grows. 
 
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 He gives the food ; Apostles take, 
 
 Distribute it, and then — 
 . Two fishes and five barley loaves 
 Regale five thousand men. 
 
 O blessed Lord, the earth is Thine, 
 
 By Thy creative hand 
 The golden harvests crown the year 
 
 And deck the fertile land. 
 
 O blessed Lord, Thou Bread of Life, 
 That cometh down from heaven, 
 
 Supplies of everlasting Good 
 By Thee to man are given. 
 
 In channels formed by Thee, they flow 
 
 In rivulets of grace, 
 Refreshing all who wander here 
 
 In this world's desert place. 
 
 Oh, feed us, weary pilgrims, Lord, 
 
 And to Thy Sion bring, 
 To keep a^heavenly feast with Thee, 
 
 Our Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
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 THE MIRACLES OF GRACE AND 
 NATURE. 
 
 YSTERIOUS is Thy presence, Lord, 
 Awful Thy power divine ; 
 The water hears Thy faintest word, 
 And blushes into wine. 
 
 The clouds, that round us dark and low, 
 
 With threatening aspect move, 
 If Thou dost look upon them, glow 
 
 With rainbow lights of love. 
 
 The grain, that from the sower's hand 
 
 Is scattered on the mould, 
 Soon in the valleys thick shall stand, 
 
 Returned a thousand-fold. 
 
 The dews, which evening skies distil 
 
 Around the creeping vine, 
 At Thy command arise and fill 
 
 The blood-red grape with wine. 
 
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 Thus holy truths around us lie, 
 
 Doing their humble part, 
 But wanting the attentive eye, 
 
 And the believing heart. 
 
 Thus at Thy holy Feast, O Lord, 
 We kneel, and we believe 
 
 That that which Thy creative word 
 Hath made it, we receive. 
 
 Mysterious truth, which human pride 
 
 Must bow to and adore, 
 Which in our heart of hearts we hide, 
 
 Believe, and ask no more. 
 
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 THE CHRISTIAN ALTAR. 
 
 jHOU Bread of Life, upon Thy tongue 
 When famished thousands closely hung, 
 Didst make the fainting body whole : 
 Come, strengthen and refresh our soul. 
 
 Thou, when the bridal wine ran dry, 
 
 A draught far richer didst supply : 
 
 With real fulness of that hour, 
 
 Come, cheer our souls, Thy blood outpour. 
 
 So bid us from Thy board depart, 
 With all Thy presence in our heart, 
 And bear it far into the night 
 Of world and sin, Thy Lamp of Light. 
 
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 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 THE OBLATION. 
 
 NCE I thought to sit so high 
 In the palace of the sky ; 
 Now, I thank God for His grace, 
 
 If I may fill the lowest place. 
 
 Once I thought to scale so soon 
 Heights above the changing moon ; 
 Now, I thank God for delay — 
 To-day, it yet is called to-day. 
 
 While I stumble, halt and blind, 
 Lo ! he waiteth to be kind ; 
 Bless me soon, or bless me slow, 
 Except He bless, I let not go. 
 
 Once for earth I laid my plan, 
 Once I leaned on strength of man, 
 When my hope was swept aside, 
 I stayed my broken heart on pride : 
 
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 Broken reed hath pierced my hand ; 
 Fell my house I built on sand ; 
 Roofless, wounded, maimed by sin, 
 Fightings without and fears within : 
 
 Yet, a tree, He feeds my root ; 
 Yet, a branch, He prunes for fruit ; 
 Yet, a sheep, these eves and morns 
 He seeks for me among the thorns. 
 
 With Thine Image stamped of old, 
 Find Thy coin more choice than gold ; 
 Known to Thee by name, recall 
 To Thee Thy home-sick prodigal. 
 
 Sacrifice and offering 
 None there is that I can bring ; 
 ' None, save what is Thine alone : 
 I bring Thee, Lord, but of Thine own — 
 
 Broken body, blood outpoured, 
 These I bring, my God, my Lord ; 
 Wine of Life, and Living bread, 
 With these for me Thy board is spread. 
 
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 THE HOLY FEAST. 
 
 flO ! the feast is spread to-day, 
 1 Jesus summons, come away 
 -' From the vanity of life, 
 From the sounds of mirth or strife, 
 To the feast by Jesus given, 
 Come and taste the Bread of Heaven. 
 
 Why, with proud excuse and vain, 
 Spurn His mercy once again ? 
 From amidst life's social ties, 
 From the farm and merchandise, 
 Come, for all is now prepared ; 
 Freely given, be freely shared. 
 
 Blessed are the lips that taste 
 Our Redeemer's Marriage- feast ; 
 Blessed, who on Him shall feed, 
 Bread of Life, and Drink indeed ; 
 Blessed, for their thirst is o'er ; 
 They shall never hunger more. 
 
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 THE HUNGER. 
 
 jlORD, to Thine altar let me go, 
 The child of weariness and woe, 
 My home to find ; 
 From sin, and sense, and self set free, 
 Absorbed alone in love to Thee, 
 Able to leave in liberty 
 This world behind. 
 
 Jesus, be Thou my Heavenly Food, 
 Sweet Source Divine of every good, 
 
 Centre of rest ; 
 One with Thy heart let me be found, 
 Prostrate upon that holy ground, 
 Where grace, and peace, and life abound, 
 
 Drawn from Thy breast. 
 
 There let me lean, and live, and lie, 
 As fast the fleeting moments fly, 
 
 Sands in a glass, 
 Which Time may shake with restless hand, 
 Yet only at Thine own command, 
 Till to a dearer, happier Land, 
 
 My soul shall pass. 
 
134 EIim y or Hymns 
 
 THE MORNING OF RECEPTION. 
 
 T is a day of fear : 
 Rise up betimes, go forth alone 
 With tongue fast sealed and heart 
 bowed down, 
 Because Thy Lord is near. 
 
 Leave not thy thoughts to roam 
 Hither and thither, where they would ; 
 Lest fretful cares on thee should crowd, 
 
 Forgetful of thy Home. 
 
 Let not thine eye go free ; 
 Look on the earth beneath thy feet, 
 The pit that for thy sins was meet, 
 
 Had God been just with thee. 
 
 Good art thou- to the sight \ 
 But would thy cheek be dry as now, 
 As gay thy smile, as bright thy brow, 
 
 If all were brought to light ? 
 
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 Yet, not in gloomy sadness 
 Be thy heart bowed and eye downcast ; 
 Is not the night of sorrow past ? 
 
 Is 't not a morn of gladness ? 
 
 Think on the Holy Feast, 
 On His dear love and gracious Name 
 Who sanctifies Himself, the same 
 
 Both Sacrifice and Priest. 
 
 Go, and be one with Him ; 
 Dwell thou in Him, and He in thee, 
 Him freely love, who sets thee free, 
 
 Though but in shadow dim. 
 
 For, it shall not be so 
 In that great day, when faithful souls, 
 Whom flesh doth sway and sin controls, 
 
 As they are known shall know : 
 
 To be forever one 
 With Him, whom with the Father high, 
 And Spirit, angels tremblingly 
 
 Adore as God alone. 
 
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 THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME. 
 
 at 
 
 I ERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to 
 face ; 
 Here would I touch and handle things 
 unseen ; 
 Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace, 
 And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 
 
 Here would I feed upon the bread of God ; 
 
 Here drink with Thee the royal wine of 
 Heaven ; 
 Here would I lay aside each earthly load, 
 
 Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. 
 
 This is the hour of banquet and of song, 
 • This is the heavenly table spread for me ; 
 Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong 
 The brief bright hour of fellowship with 
 Thee. 
 
 Too soon we rise ; the symbols disappear; 
 The feast, though not the love, is passed and 
 gone; 
 
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 The bread and wine remove, but Thou art 
 here, 
 Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun. 
 
 J have no help but Thine ; nor do I need 
 Another arm save Thine to lean upon \ 
 
 It is enough, my Lord, enough, indeed : 
 
 My strength is in Thy might, Thy might 
 alone. 
 
 I have no wisdom, save in Him who is 
 My wisdom and my teacher, both in one ; 
 
 No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise, 
 No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone. 
 
 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness ; 
 Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing 
 blood ; 
 Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, — 
 Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my, 
 God, 
 
 I know that deadly evils compass me, 
 
 Dark perils threaten ; yet I would not fear, 
 
 Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee ; 
 Thou, O my Christ, art buckler,- sword, 
 spear. 
 
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 But see, the Pillar-cloud is rising now, 
 
 And moving onward through the desert-night ; 
 
 It beckons, and I follow, for I know 
 It leads me to the heritage of light. 
 
 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by ; 
 
 Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, 
 Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, 
 
 The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and 
 love. 
 
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 THE TRUE BREAD. 
 
 RUE Bread of life, in pitying mercy 
 given, 
 Long-famished souls to strengthen and 
 to feed ; 
 Christ Jesus, Son of God, true Bread of 
 Heaven, 
 Thy Flesh is meat, Thy Blood is drink in- 
 deed. 
 
 I cannot famish, though this earth should fail, 
 Though life through all its fields should pine 
 and die ; 
 Though the sweet verdure should forsake each 
 vale, 
 And every stream of every land run dry. 
 
 True Tree of life! of Thee I eat and live,— 
 Who eateth of Thy fruit shall never die ; 
 
 'T is Thine the everlasting health to give, 
 The youth and bloom of immortality. 
 
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 Feeding on Thee, all weakness turns to power, 
 This sickly soul revives, like earth in spring ; 
 
 Strength floweth on and in, each buoyant hour, 
 This being seems all energy, all wing. 
 
 Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head, 
 
 Thy Church's Life and Lord, Immanuel ! 
 
 At Thy' dear Cross we find the eternal bread, 
 And in Thy empty tomb the living well. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 141 
 
 AND WHEN THEY HAD SUNG AN HYMN, 
 
 THEY WENT OUT UNTO THE MOUNT 
 
 OF OLIVES. 
 
 ALM lay the city in its double sleep, 
 Beneath the Paschal Moon's cold, 
 silvery light, 
 That flung broad shadows o'er the rugged steep 
 Of Olivet that night. 
 
 But soon the calm was broken, and the sound 
 
 Of strains all sweet and plaintive filled the air \ 
 And deep-toned voices, echoing all around, 
 Made music everywhere. 
 
 The Holy Rite is o'er ; the Blessed Sign 
 
 Is given to cheer us in this earthly strife ; 
 The Bread is broken, and outpoured the Wine, — 
 Symbol of better Life. 
 
 The bitter cup of wrath before Him lies ; 
 And yet as up the steep they pass along, 
 
142 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 The mighty Victim to the Sacrifice, 
 
 They cheer the way with song. 
 
 We ne'er can know such sorrow as that night 
 Pierced to the heart the suffering Son of God ; 
 ' And every earthly sadness is but light 
 To that dark path He trod ! 
 
 And yet how faint and feeble rise our songs ; 
 How oft we linger 'mid the shadows dim ; 
 Nor give the glory that to Him belongs 
 In Eucharistic hymn ! 
 
 O for an echo of that chant of praise ; 
 
 O for a voice to sing His mighty love ; 
 O for a refrain of the hymns they raise 
 In the bright Home above ! 
 
 Touch Thou our wayward hearts, and let them 
 
 be 
 In stronger faith to Thy glad service given, 
 Till, o *er the margin of Time's surging sea, 
 
 We sing the song of Heaven ! 
 
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 HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 ||ITH all the powers my poor soul hath 
 Of humble love, and loyal faith, 
 I come, dear Lord, to worship Thee, 
 Whom so much love bowed low for me, 
 
 Down, busy sense ; discourses die ; 
 And all adore faith's mystery ! 
 Faith is my skill, faith can believe 
 As fast as love new laws shall give. 
 
 Faith is my eye, faith strength affords 
 To keep pace with those gracious words ; 
 And words more sure, more sweet than they, 
 Love could not think, truth could not say. 
 
 O dear memorial of that Death 
 Which still survives, arid gives us breath ! 
 Live ever, Bread of Life, and be 
 My food, my joy, my all to me ! 
 
144 Elini) or Hymns 
 
 Come, glorious Lord ! my hopes increase, 
 And mix my portion with Thy peace ! 
 Come, and forever dwell in me 
 That I may only live to Thee ! 
 
 Come, hidden life, and that long day 
 For which I languish, come away ! 
 When this dry soul those eyes shall see, 
 And drink the unsealed Source of Thee ; 
 
 When Glory's Sun faith's shade shall chase, 
 And for Thy veil, give me Thy face \ 
 Then shall my praise eternal be 
 To the Eternal Trinity ! 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 145 
 
 COMMUNION HYMN. 
 
 E cometh, on yon hallowed Board 
 The ready Feast doth duly show, 
 Where wait the chalice and the 
 bread, 
 Like gems within their veil of snow. 
 
 He cometh, as He came of old, 
 Suddenly to His Father's shrine, 
 
 Into the hearts He died to make 
 Meet temples for His grace Divine. 
 
 He cometh, as the Bridegroom comes, 
 Unto the Feast Himself has spread ; 
 
 His flesh and blood the heavenly food 
 Wherewith the wedding guests are fed. 
 
 He cometh — gentle as the dew, 
 And sweet as drops of honey clear, 
 
 And good as God's own manna shower, 
 To longing souls that meet Him here. 
 
146 E/mij or Hymns 
 
 He cometh — let not one withdraw, 
 Nor fear to bring repented sin ; 
 
 There 's blood to wash, there 's bread to feed, 
 And Christ Himself to enter in. 
 
 He cometh — praises in the Church, 
 And hymns of praise in Heaven above, 
 
 And in our hearts repentant faith, 
 
 And love that springs to meet His love. 
 
 II. 
 
 O Jesu, bruised and wounded more 
 
 Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat ; 
 
 The Life of Life within our souls, 
 The Cup of our Salvation sweet -, 
 
 We come to show Thy dying hour, 
 
 Thy streaming vein, Thy broken flesh ; 
 
 And still the blood is warm to save, 
 And still the fragrant wounds are fresh. 
 
 O Heart that, with a double tide 
 Of blood and water, maketh pure ; 
 
 O Flesh once offered on the Cross, 
 The gift that makes our pardon sure : 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 147 
 
 Let never more our sinful souls 
 
 The anguish of Thy Cross renew ; 
 
 Nor forge again the cruel nails 
 
 That pierced Thy victim Body through. 
 
 Come, Bread of Heaven, to feed our souls, 
 
 And with Thee, Jesu enter in ; 
 Come, Wine of God, and as we drink 
 
 His precious blood, wash out our sin. 
 
148 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 THE HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 O Gospel likq this Feast 
 
 Spread for Thy Church by Thee; 
 Nor prophet nor evangelist 
 Preach the glad news so free. 
 
 All our Redemption cost, 
 
 All our Redemption won ; 
 All it has won for us, the lost, — 
 
 All it cost Thee, the Son ; — 
 
 Thine was the bitter price, 
 
 Ours is the free gift given ; 
 Thine was the Blood of Sacrifice, 
 
 Ours is the wine of Heaven ! 
 
 For Thee, the burning thirst, 
 
 The shame, the mortal strife, 
 The broken heart, the side transpierced ; 
 
 To us, the Bread of Life ! 
 
 To Thee, our curse and doom 
 Wrapt round Thee with our sin ; 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 140, 
 
 The horror of that mid-day gloom, 
 The deeper night within. 
 
 To us, Thy home in light, 
 
 Thy " Come, ye blessed, come ! " 
 
 Thy bridal raiment pure and white, 
 Thy Father's welcome home. 
 
 Here we would rest midway, 
 
 As on a sacred height, 
 That darkest and that brightest Day 
 
 Meeting before our sight ; 
 
 From that dark depth of woes 
 
 Thy love for us hath trod, 
 Up to the heights of blest repose 
 
 Thy love prepares with God : 
 
 Till, from self's chains released, 
 
 One sight alone we see, — 
 Still at the Cross, as at the Feast, 
 
 Behold Thee, only Thee ! 
 
150 
 
 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 THE COMPLETION OF THE SACRIFICE 
 OF THE CROSS.' 
 
 ERE it from my heart alone 
 Praise ascended to Thy throne, 
 Were there not within its shrine 
 More than earthly bread and wine, 
 Then, O then, it could not bless 
 Save by owning thanklessness. 
 
 Wake, my glory ; wake, sweet string ; 
 I myself will wake and sing ; 
 Lo ! my heart forgets its care, 
 For my love hath entered there, 
 And its only thought is this — 
 He is mine, and I am His ! 
 
 What the fathers longed to see, 
 And the prophets' company, 
 What the holy kings long dead 
 Their true Crown had reckoned, 
 
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 The most holy Bread of Heaven — 
 This to me is freely given. 
 
 What the people on the shore 
 Prayed might feed them evermore, 
 What the woman by the well 
 Asked, that she might thirstless dwell, 
 This is rendered to our need — 
 Meat indeed and Drink indeed. 
 
 Who shali measure out its price ? 
 Who for it make sacrifice ? 
 Gold or rubies gauge it never, 
 All from all for it may sever, 
 And though nought to yield remain, 
 Infinite would be their gain. 
 
 Therefore with all hosts on high — 
 Alleluia ! — rapt I cry ; 
 Praise to Him, who from the highest 
 Hath to lowly souls come nighest ; 
 Sing of Him till time is o'er, 
 Alleluia ! evermore. 
 
*5 2 Elirri) or Hymns 
 
 ROCK OF AGES - IN LATIN 
 
 jlESUS, pro me perforatus, 
 Condar intra Tuum latus. 
 — Tu per lympham profluentem, 
 Tu per sanguinem tepentem, 
 In peccata mi redunda, 
 Tolle culpam, sordes munda. 
 
 Coram Te, nee Justus forem 
 Quamvis totS, si laborem, 
 Nee si fide nunquam cesso, 
 Fletu stillans indefesso : 
 Tibi soli tantum munus ; 
 Salva me, Salvator unus ! 
 
 Nil in manu mecum fero, 
 
 Sed me versus crucem gero ; 
 
 Vestimenta nudus oro, 
 
 Opem debilis imploro ; 
 
 Fontem Christi quaero immundus, 
 
 Nisi laves, moribundus. 
 
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 Dum hos artus vita regit ; 
 Quando nox sepulchro tegit ; 
 Mortuos cum stare jubes, 
 Sedens Judex inter nubes ; 
 Jesus, pro me perforatus, 
 Condar intra Tuum latus. 
 
^t 2De£cctt&e& into f$tlh 
 
 EASTER-EVE. 
 
 ILENCE in the house of prayer ; 
 
 Low our Lord in earth lies sleeping; 
 Silence, silence, everywhere, 
 While the saints their watch are keeping. 
 
 He at earliest morn shall rise ; 
 
 Now in mystic peace He slumbers ; 
 Flow, ye plaintive melodies ; 
 
 Ring, ye still recurring numbers. 
 
 Though for us His soul doth seek 
 That mysterious world of spirits, 
 
 He shall rise to cheer the weak ; _ 
 Hope and joy His Church inherits. 
 
E/im y or Hymns. 155 
 
 So Lent's latest vigil now 
 
 Keep we with a tempered sadness : 
 Easter-morn ! speed quickly thou, 
 
 And transform this grief to gladness. 
 
156 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 VIGIL OF EASTER-EVE. 
 
 JESTING from His work to-day, 
 In the tomb the Saviour lay, 
 His sacred form from head to feet 
 
 Swathed in the winding-sheet. 
 
 Lying in the rock alone, 
 
 Hid behind the sealed stone. 
 
 All that seventh day long I ween 
 Mournful watch'd the Magdalene, 
 Rising early, resting late, 
 By the sepulchre to wait, 
 In the holy garden glade, 
 Where her buried Lord was laid. 
 
 So, as clos'd the Sabbath night, 
 In Goshen watch'd the Israelite, 
 Staff in hand, in pilgrim guise, 
 By the slaughter'd sacrifice, 
 Waiting till the midnight cry 
 Signal gave that God was nigh. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 157 
 
 So with Thee, till life shall end, 
 I would solemn vigil spend ; 
 Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine 
 In this rocky heart of mine, 
 Where in pure embalmed cell 
 None but Thou mayst ever dwell. 
 
 Still with Thee their Sabbath keep 
 They who 'neath the altar sleep ; 
 Scarce a day perchance doth seem 
 The time of their unbodied dream, 
 'Twixt their rest from labor past 
 And their waking at the last. 
 
 Then, the new creation done, 
 Shall be the endless rest begun. 
 Jesu ! keep me safe from sin, 
 That I with Thee may enter in, 
 And danger past, and toil at end, 
 To Thy resting-place ascend. 
 
Gfyt €f)irti 2Dap J^e ro£e from tfje 
 SDeati* 
 
 CHRIST RISEN. 
 
 LLELUIA! Alleluia! 
 
 Hearts to heaven and voices raise •, 
 Sing to God a hymn of gladness, 
 Sing to God a hymn of praise. 
 He who on the cross a victim 
 
 For the world's salvation bled, 
 Jesus Christ, the King of Glory, 
 Now is risen from the dead. 
 
 Now the iron bars are broken, 
 
 Christ from death to life is born, 
 Glorious life, and life immortal, 
 
 On this holy Easter morn : 
 Christ has triumphed, and we conquer 
 
 By His mighty enterprise, 
 We with Christ to life eternal 
 
 By His resurrection rise. 
 
JUlim^ or Hymns. 159 
 
 Christ is risen, Christ, the first-fruits 
 
 Of the holy harvest-field, 
 Which will all its full abundance 
 
 At His second coming yield ; 
 Then the golden ears of harvest 
 
 Will their heads before Him wave, 
 Ripened by His glorious sunshine, 
 
 From the furrows of the grave. 
 
 Christ is risen, we are risen : 
 
 Shed upon us heavenly grace, 
 Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory, 
 
 From the brightness of Thy face, 
 That we, Lord, with hearts in heaven, 
 
 Here on earth may fruitful be, 
 And by angel-hands be gathered, 
 
 And be ever safe with Thee. 
 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 
 Glory be to God on high, 
 To the Father, and the Saviour, 
 
 Who has gained the victory ; 
 Glory to the Holy Spirit, 
 
 Fount of love and sanctity. 
 Alleluia! Alleluia! 
 
 To the Triune Majesty ! 
 
160 Ellm, or Hymns 
 
 EASTER DAY. 
 
 PATHWAY opens from the tomb, 
 
 The grave 's a grave no more ! 
 Stoop down : look into that sweet room : 
 Pass through the unsealed door : 
 Linger a moment by the bed, 
 Where lay but yesterday the Church's Head. 
 
 What is there there to make thee fear ? 
 
 A folded chamber-vest, 
 Akin to that which thou shalt wear, 
 When for thy slumber drest : 
 Two gentle angels sitting by — 
 How sweet a room, methinks, wherein to lie ! 
 
 No gloomy vault, no charnel cell, 
 
 No emblems of decay, 
 No solemn sound of passing bell, 
 To say, <c He's gone away ; " — 
 But angel-whispers soft and clear, 
 And He, the risen Jesus, standing near. 
 
 a Why weepest thou ? Whom seekest thou ?" 
 'Tis not the gardener's voice, 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 161 
 
 But His to whom all knees shall bow, 
 In whom all hearts rejoice ; 
 The voice of Him who yesterday 
 Within that rock was Death's resistless prey. 
 
 " Why weepest thou ? Whom seekest thou ? 
 
 The living with the dead ? " 
 Take young spring flowers and deck thy brow, 
 For life with joy is wed : 
 The grave is now the grave no more ; 
 Why fear to pass that bridal-chamber door ? 
 
 Take flowers and strew them all around 
 
 The room where Jesus lay : 
 But softly tread ; 'tis hallowed ground, 
 And this is Easter day. 
 " The Lord is risen," as He said, 
 And thou shalt rise with Him, thy risen Head. 
 
1 62 Eiim, or Hymns 
 
 HYMN FOR EASTER. 
 
 HE tomb is empty ; wouldst thou have 
 
 it full ? 
 Still sadly clasping the unbreathing 
 clay ; — 
 O weak, in faith, O slow of heart and dull, 
 To doat on darkness, and shut out the day ! 
 
 The tomb is empty \ He who, three short days, 
 After a sorrowing life's long weariness, 
 
 Found refuge in this rocky resting-place, 
 Has now ascended to the throne of bliss. 
 
 Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God, 
 He who for death gave death, and life for life , 
 
 Our Heavenly Kinsman, our true flesh and blood ; 
 Victor for us on hell's dark field of strife. 
 
 This was the Bethel, where, on stony bed, 
 While angels went and came from morn till 
 even, 
 
 Our truer Jacob laid His wearied head ; 
 This was to Him the very gate of Heaven. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 163 
 
 The Conqueror, not the conquered, He to 
 whom 
 
 The keys of death and of the grave belong, 
 Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb, 
 
 To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong. 
 
 Here Death had reigned ; into no tomb like 
 this 
 
 Had man's fell foe aforetime found his way; 
 So grand a trophy ne'er before was his, 
 
 So vast a treasure, so Divine a prey. 
 
 But now his triumph ends ; the rock-barred 
 door 
 
 Is opened wide, and the great Prisoner gone ; 
 Look round and see, upon the vacant floor 
 
 The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone. 
 
 Yes, Death's last hope, his strongest fort and 
 prison 
 
 Is shattered, never to be built again ; 
 And He, the mighty Captive, He is risen, 
 
 Leaving behind the gate, the b*ar, the chain. 
 
 Yes, He is risen who is the First and Last ; 
 Who was and is ; Who liveth and was dead ; 
 
164 Elirriy or Hymns 
 
 Beyond the reach of death He now has passed, 
 Of the one glorious Church the glorious 
 Head. 
 
 The tomb is empty ; so, ere long, shall be 
 The tombs of all who in this Christ repose ; 
 
 They died with Him who died upon the tree, 
 They live and rise with Him who lived and 
 rose. 
 
 All that was death in them is now dissolved, 
 For death can only what is death's destroy ; 
 
 And when this earth's short ages have revolved, 
 The disimprisoned life comes forth with joy. 
 
 Their life-long battle with disease and pain, 
 And mortal weariness, is over now ; 
 
 Youth, health, and comeliness return again, 
 The tear has left the cheek, the sweat the 
 brow. 
 
 They are not tasting death, but taking rest, 
 On the same holy couch where Jesus lay, 
 
 Soon to awake, all glorified and blest, 
 
 When day has broke, and shadows fled away. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 165 
 
 EASTER CELEBRATION. 
 
 HOU, that on the first of Easters 
 Cam'st resplendent from the tomb, 
 Leaving all Thy linen cerements 
 Folded in the cavern's gloom, 
 Come with Thine — All hail — to greet us, 
 
 Come, our Paschal joy to be ; 
 Let our altar, clad in brightness, 
 Yield a throne of white for Thee. 
 
 This shall crown the Queen of Sundays ; 
 
 Grant but this — our cup runs o'er ; 
 Hymns that welcomed in Thine Easter 
 
 Made us long for this the more : 
 All the Paschal Alleluias 
 
 Craved to see the Lamb appear ; 
 Come the hour when faith shall tell us — 
 
 He is risen ; He is here. 
 
166 Elim^ or Hymns. 
 
 Agnus Dei, we are guilty ; 
 
 Panis Vitae, we are faint ; 
 But Thou didst not rise at Easter 
 
 To be deaf to our complaint ; 
 Come, oh come, to cleanse and feed us, 
 
 Breathing peace and kindling love, 
 Till Thy Paschal blessings bear us 
 
 To the Feast of feasts above. 
 
^t ^cenbeb into J^caticit* 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 IIIFT up your heads, ye mighty gates : 
 Behold, the King of Glory waits, 
 The King of kings is drawing near, 
 
 The Saviour of the world is here ; 
 
 Life and salvation doth He bring, 
 
 Rejoice aloud, and gladly sing. 
 
 Fling wide the portals of your heart ; 
 Make it a temple set apart 
 Froln earthly use, for heaven's employ, 
 Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy ; 
 So shall your Sovereign enter in, 
 And new and nobler life begin. 
 
 Redeemer, come ! we open wide 
 
 Our hearts to Thee ; here, Lord, abide ! 
 
1 68 Elim^ or Hymns. 
 
 Let us Thy inner presence feel. 
 Thy grace and love in us reveal : 
 Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, 
 Until the glorious crown be won ! 
 
3Hnb srtttetf) on tf>e iSigfjt ^anb of 
 <&oo tfje father SWmigfpp. 
 
 D 
 
 THE CEASELESS INTERCESSION. 
 
 I1ATHER of Love, who didst not spare 
 
 For us Thine only Son, 
 " Oh, look on Him, and hear the prayer 
 Of Thy poor suppliant one — 
 
 Behold His pierced hands and feet, 
 Pleading for us e'en now \ 
 
 Behold that wounded heart so sweet ; 
 Behold, upon^His brow, 
 
 The traces of the thorny crown ; 
 
 Behold the stripes He bore ; 
 By these, He claims us for His own- 
 
 His own, for evermore. 
 
 Oh, look on Him, and let the cry 
 Of this our Brother's blood, 
 
170 £Iim y or Hymns 
 
 Who, guiltless, for our guilt did die, 
 Ascend to Thee our God. 
 
 Clothed in His raiment we appear, 
 Kneeling before His throne, 
 
 Besprinkled with that blood so dear 
 The garment Thou wilt own. 
 
 And for its sake, the sinner vile 
 Thus made Thy wedding guest, 
 
 E'en such an one as her, erewhile 
 By seven fiends possessed. 
 
 No depths of sin can drown that love, 
 
 No water quench its fire : 
 Desponding soul, arise, and prove 
 
 Its might, its strong desire : 
 
 Come, yea in lowliest confidence, 
 Approach in Jesu's name ; 
 
 Greater His love than all offence — 
 Father, that love we claim. 
 
 Bending before Thine altar low, 
 
 We offer it to Thee : 
 The purest offering earth can know, 
 
 Or heaven look down to see. 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 171 
 
 HOMEWARD GUIDE. 
 
 jlESU ! guide our way 
 To eternal day ! 
 So shall we, no more delaying, 
 Follow Thee, Thy voice obeying ; 
 Lead us by Thy hand 
 To our Father's land ! 
 
 When we danger meet, 
 
 Steadfast make our feet! 
 Lord, preserve us uncomplaining 
 'Mid the darkness round us reigning ! 
 
 Through adversity 
 
 Lies our way to Thee. 
 
 Order all our way 
 
 Through this mortal day ; 
 In our toil with aid be near us ; 
 In our need with succor cheer us ; 
 
 When life's course is o'er, 
 
 Open Thou the door ! 
 
ftmn fymtt ^t gtyaW come to Sfufcge 
 tfje <&mth anii tfje 2Dea&* 
 
 THE LORD'S KNOCKING. 
 
 HE night is far spent, and the day is at 
 hand, 
 There are signs in the heaven, and 
 signs on the land, 
 In the wavering earth, and the drouth of the 
 
 sea — 
 But He stands and He knocks, sinner, nearer to 
 thee. 
 
 His night-winds but whisper until the day break 
 To the Bride, for in slumber her heart is awake : 
 He must knock at the sleep where the revellers 
 
 toss 
 With the dint of the nails and the shock of the 
 
 cross. 
 
Elirri) or Hymns. 173 
 
 Look out at the casement ; see how He appears ; 
 Still weeping for thee all Gethsemane's tears ; 
 Ere they plait Him earth's thorns, in its solitude 
 
 crowned, 
 With the drops of the night and the dews of the 
 
 ground. 
 
 Will you wait ? Will you slumber until He is 
 
 gone, 
 Till the beam of the timber cry out to the stone ; 
 Till He shout at thy sepulchre, tear it apart, 
 * And knock at the dust, who would speak to thy 
 
 heart ? 
 
174 Elirn^ or Hymns 
 
 HOW LONG? 
 
 " Ho e w long, Lord, *wilt 7%ou hide Thyself? forever? 
 Return, O Lord, hoiv long ? M — Ps. lxxxix. 46 ; xc. 13. 
 
 OW long, O Lord, in weariness and 
 sorrow, 
 Must Thy poor people tread the pil- 
 grim road, 
 Mourning to-day and fearing for to-morrow, — 
 Finding no place of rest, no sure abode ? — a 
 
 Sighing o'er faded flowers and cisterns broken ; 
 
 Gazing on setting suns, that rise no more ; 
 Listening to sad farewells, and last words spoken 
 
 By loved ones leaving us on Jordan's shore ! 
 
 How long, through snares of error and temp- 
 tation, 
 Shall noblest spirits stumble on their way ? 
 How long, through darkening storms of trib- 
 ulation, 
 Must we press forward to eternal day ? 
 
 / 
 How long shall passing faults and trifles sever 
 Hearts that have known affection's holy tie ? 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 175 
 
 When shall the slanderer's tale be hushed for- 
 ever, 
 And brethren see in all things eye to eye ? 
 
 How long shall last the night of toil and sad- 
 ness, 
 The midnight hour of gloomy doubts and 
 fears ? 
 
 When shall it dawn, that promised morn of 
 gladness, 
 
 When Thine own hand shall wipe away our 
 tears ? 
 
 How long, O Lord ? Our hearts are sad and 
 weary, 
 Our voices join the whole creation's groan ; 
 With eager gaze we watch for Thine appearing, 
 When wilt Thou come again, and claim 
 Thine own ? 
 
 Return ! return ! come in Thy power and glory, 
 
 With all Thy risen saints and angel throng ; 
 Bring to a close Time's strange, mysterious 
 story, — 
 How long dost Thou delay, — O Lord, how 
 long ? 
 
ij6 EIim y or Hymns 
 
 BEHOLD, THE BRIDEGROOM COMETH. 
 REJOICE, rejoice, believers ! 
 
 And let your lights appear ; 
 The evening is advancing, 
 The darker night is near. 
 The Bridegroom is arising; 
 
 And soon will He draw nigh : 
 Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle, 
 At midnight comes the cry. 
 
 See that your lamps are burning, 
 
 Replenish them with oil ; 
 Look now for your salvation, 
 
 The end of sin and toil. 
 The watchers on the mountain 
 
 Proclaim the Bridegroom near, 
 Go, meet Him as He cometh, 
 
 With hallelujahs clear. 
 
 Oh ! wise and holy virgins, 
 Now raise your voices higher, 
 
 Till, in your jubilations, 
 Ye meet the angel-choir. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 
 
 The Marriage Feast is waiting, 
 The gates wide open stand \ 
 
 Up, up, ye heirs of glory, 
 The Bridegroom is at hand. 
 
 Our hope and expectation, 
 
 O Jesu, now appear, 
 Arise, Thou Sun so looked for, 
 
 O'er this benighted sphere ! 
 With hearts and hands uplifted, 
 
 We plead, O Lord, to see 
 The day of our redemption, 
 
 And ever be with Thee ! 
 
 T 77 
 
1/8 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 HYMN FOR ADVENT. 
 
 HEN Jesus came to earth of old, 
 He came in weakness and in woe ; 
 He wore no form of angel mould, 
 But took our nature poor and low. 
 
 But when He cometh back once more, 
 
 There shall be set the Great White Throne, 
 
 And earth and heaven shall flee before 
 The face of Him that sits thereon. 
 
 O Son of God, in glory crowned, 
 
 The Judge ordained of quick and dead ; 
 
 O Son of man, so pitying found 
 
 For all the tears Thy people shed ; — 
 
 Be with us in this darkened place, 
 
 This weary, restless, dangerous night ; 
 
 And teach, O teach us by Thy grace 
 To struggle onward into light. 
 
 And since in God's recording book 
 Our sins are written every one, — 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 179 
 
 The crime, the wrath, the wandering look, 
 The good we knew, and left undone ; — 
 
 Lord, ere the last dread trumpet sound, 
 And ere before Thy face we stand, 
 
 Look Thou on each accusing word, 
 And blot it with Thy bleeding hand. 
 
 And by the love that brought Thee here, 
 And by the Cross, and by the grave, 
 
 Give perfect love for conscious fear, 
 And in the Day of Judgment save. 
 
 And lead us on, while here we stray, 
 And make us love our heavenly home ; 
 
 Till from our hearts we learn to say, 
 " Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come." 
 
i8o Elimy or Hymns 
 
 THE BLESSED HOPE. 
 
 OME, Lord Jesus, quickly come ! 
 Lo, Thy Church with longing eye 
 Lifts her blended voices high, 
 Not a lip is dumb. 
 
 They who sow with many a tear 
 In the dry and stubborn soil, 
 Mourning ask from out their toil, — 
 " Master, art Thou near ? " 
 
 Watchers of the weary night, 
 While they pace their lonely round, 
 Listen for the trumpet's sound, — 
 Seek the dawning light. 
 
 When shall lighten forth Thy sign 
 Through the heavens ? O Lord, how long ? 
 When, amid the radiant throng, 
 Shall Thy coming shine? 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 1 8 1 
 
 EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS. 
 
 OME, Lord, and tarry not ; 
 
 Bring the long-looked-for day ; 
 Oh, why these years of waiting 
 here, 
 These ages of delay ? 
 
 Come, for Thy saints still wait ; 
 
 Daily ascends their sigh ; 
 The Spirit and the Bride say, Come : 
 
 Dost Thou not hear the cry ? 
 
 Come, for creation groans, 
 
 Impatient of Thy stay, 
 Worn out with these long years of ill, 
 
 These ages of delay. 
 
 Come, for Thy Israel pines, 
 
 An exile from Thy fold ; 
 O call to mind Thy faithful word, 
 
 And bless them as of old. 
 
1 82 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 Come, for love waxes cold, 
 Its steps are faint and slow ; 
 
 Faith now is lost in unbelief, 
 
 Hope's lamp burns dim and low. 
 
 Come, for the corn is ripe, 
 
 Put in Thy sickle now, 
 Reap the great harvest of the earth ; 
 
 Sower and reaper Thou ! 
 
 Come, in Thy glorious might, 
 Come with the iron rod, 
 
 Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, 
 Most mighty Son of God. 
 
 Come, and make all things new, 
 Build up this ruined earth, 
 
 Restore our faded Paradise, 
 Creation's second birth. 
 
 Come, and begin Thy reign 
 
 Of everlasting peace ; 
 Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, 
 
 Great King of Righteousness. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 183 
 
 SURELY I COME QUICKLY. 
 
 'ER the distant mountains breaking, 
 Comes the reddening dawn of day, 
 Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, 
 Rise and sing, and watch and pray : 
 
 'T is thy Saviour 
 On His bright returning way. 
 
 O Thou long-expected, weary 
 
 Waits mine anxious soul for Thee, 
 
 Life is dark, and earth is dreary 
 Where Thy light I do not see ; 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 When wilt Thou return to me ? 
 
 Nearer is my soul's salvation, 
 
 Spent the night, the day at hand, 
 
 Keep me in my lowly station, 
 Watching for Thee till I stand, 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 In Thy bright and promised land. 
 
184 Mini) or Hymns 
 
 LIGHTED LAMPS. 
 
 jjOON will the heavenly Bridegroom 
 come ; 
 s== ^ Ye wedding-guests, draw near, 
 And slumber not in sin when He, 
 
 The Son of God, is here. 
 With lighted lamps and oil in store 
 
 Let every guest advance, 
 Nor shrink ashamed in trembling awe 
 From His bright countenance. 
 
 Come, let us haste to meet our Lord, 
 
 And hail Him with delight, 
 Who saved us by His precious blood, 
 
 And sorrows infinite : 
 Beside Him all the patriarchs old, 
 
 And holy prophets stand, 
 The glorious apostolic choir, 
 
 The noble martyr-band. 
 
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 As brethren dear they welcome us, 
 
 And lead us to the throne, 
 Where angels bow their veiled heads 
 
 Before the Three in One ; 
 Where we, with all the saints of Christ, 
 
 A white-robed multitude, 
 Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns 
 
 To wear our flesh and blood. 
 
x86 Elim^ or Hymns. 
 
 THE SECOND ADVENT. 
 
 Y Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, 
 We keep the memory adored, 
 And show the death of our dear Lord, 
 
 Until He come. 
 
 His fearful drops of agony, 
 His life-blood shed for us we see — 
 The wine shall tell the mystery, 
 Until He come. 
 
 Until the trump of God be heard, 
 Until the ancient graves be stirred, 
 And with the great commanding word, 
 The Lord shall come. 
 
 O blessed hope, with this elate 
 Let not our hearts be desolate, 
 But strong in faith, in patience wait, 
 Until He come. 
 
31 Mictoe in tfje ^olp <&§*&. 
 
 A LITANY TO THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 HEN the house doth sigh and weep, 
 And the world is drown'd in sleep, 
 Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, 
 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 
 
 When the passing bell doth toll, 
 And the furies in a shoal 
 Come to fright a parting soul, 
 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 
 
 When the flames and hellish cries 
 Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, 
 And all terrors me surprise, 
 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 
 
 When the Judgment is reveal'd, 
 And that open'd which was seal'd, 
 When to Thee I have appeal'd, 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 
 
1 88 EIim y or Hymns 
 
 THE SPIRIT ALSO HELPETH OUR IN- 
 FIRMITIES. 
 
 HEN across the inward thought 
 Comes the emptiness of life, 
 And it seems that earth has nought 
 But a vain and weary strife : 
 
 All to do, and nothing done, 
 
 Useless days fast fleeting by, 
 Wanderings many, progress none, 
 
 Faltering steps by fountains dry : 
 
 Shall we, in that hapless mood, 
 Fainting fall beside the way ? 
 
 Help us Giver of all good ! 
 
 Teach Thy wretched ones to pray. 
 
 Thou that with the Father art 
 
 One in power, in glory One, 
 Yet within the trusting heart 
 
 Bearest witness with the Son : 
 
 Oh, forgive our faithless mind, 
 Raise us from our low estate, 
 
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 Breathe in us the will to find 
 Higher life in small and great! 
 
 Give us watchful eyes and clear, 
 Purged from the scales of sense, 
 
 Seeing still the Master near, 
 And the City far from hence. 
 
 Higher lead our love and faith, 
 
 Lower our humility ; 
 Let the words that Jesus saith 
 
 Be illumined all by Thee ! 
 
 And in them let us discern, 
 
 Calming all our sinful strife, 
 While our hearts within us burn, 
 
 Him, the Word, the Truth, the Life ! 
 
19° Elim, or Hymns. 
 
 LEAD ME AND GUIDE ME. 
 
 j]EAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling 
 gloom, 
 
 Lead Thou me on ! 
 The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 
 
 Lead Thou me on ! 
 Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant way ; one step 's enough for me. 
 
 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 
 
 Wouldst lead me on ; 
 I loved to see and choose my path, but now 
 
 Lead Thou me on ! 
 I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
 Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. 
 
 So long Thy power hath kept me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on ! 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone, 
 And with the morn those angel faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since and lost awhile ! 
 
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 DAILY SERVICE OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 "Jnd it came to pass, when Moses held up bis hand, 
 *hat Israel prevailed" — Exod. xvii. II. 
 
 N red Rephidim's battle-plain 
 The banners sank and rose again ; 
 The tumult of the wild affray 
 Rolled round to Horeb's mountain gray, 
 Rolled down to thirsty Meribah, 
 
 As Israel's host swept past, 
 And Amalelc's fierce battle-cry 
 Came surging up the blast. 
 
 Above the strife the leader hung 
 With hands upraised, and suppliant tongue, 
 And still his wearied arm was stayed, 
 And still the unceasing prayer was prayed, 
 Till evening held the setting sun 
 
 Wrapt in her mantle pale, 
 And Amalek, and all his host, 
 
 Rushed, routed, down the vale. 
 
*9* EIim y or Hymns 
 
 Then ask us not why, day by day, 
 The same sweet morning prayers we say ; 
 Why, night by night, our even-song 
 Peals in the same soft strain along ; 
 Why children seek the mother's knee 
 
 At eve to lisp their prayer, 
 While lingers rosy-fingered sleep 
 
 O'er their fringed eyelids fair. 
 
 Nor say, cc Ye vex God's patient ear, 
 And vain the strains that linger here, — 
 A soulless form, a weary round, 
 A cry that hath no echoing sound ; — 
 Ye hear no voice, ye see no sign, 
 
 Adown heaven's crystal stair; 
 No white-robed angels gliding bring 
 
 An answer to your prayer." 
 
 Nay, but God loves the constant cry ; 
 
 He wills the words should never die 
 
 That speak our needs. Prayer pushes prayer 
 
 Up into heaven's sublimer air ; 
 
 There round the throne eternally 
 
 They pass and still repass ; 
 Our whispers are the airs that breathe 
 
 Above the sea of glass. 
 
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 Within His temple-shrine of old 
 He bade the priests their watches hold \ 
 Still through the carven cedar flowers 
 The deep chant swelled at solemn hours , 
 Still, day by day, the incense burning 
 
 Crushed out its odors sweet ; 
 Still, morn and eve, the lamps were lighted 
 
 Before the mercy-seat. 
 
 And Nature, with her quiet force 
 Of powers that keep their ordered course, 
 And circle on, we know not why, 
 Doth teach a hidden rule more high : 
 The dews may drop to feed the earth, 
 
 But why should planets glow? 
 Why should the golden daisy-cups 
 
 Look yearly from below ? 
 
 Yet, night by night, so calmly pale, 
 The stars through heaven's blue ocean sail ; 
 Yet, year by year, like scattered beads, 
 The* wild flowers come to deck our meads. 
 All have their places and their parts 
 
 In heaven's sublime decrees, 
 And words, that seem to wander wide, 
 
 Shall find their end like these. 
 J 3 
 
194 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 ON HEARING WEEK-DAY SERVICE AT 
 WESTMINSTER ABBEY, Sept. 1858. 
 
 jjROM England's gilded halls of state 
 I crossed the Western Minster's gate, 
 And, 'mid the tombs of England's 
 dead, 
 I heard the Holy Scriptures read. 
 
 The walls around, and pillared piers, 
 Had stood wellnigh eight hundred years ; 
 The words the priest gave forth had stood 
 Since Christ, and since before the Flood. 
 
 A thousand hearts around partook 
 
 The comfort of the Holy Book ; 
 
 Ten thousand suppliant hands were spread 
 
 In lifted stone above my head. 
 
 In dust decayed the hands are gon6 
 
 That fed and set the builders on ; 
 
 In heedless dust the fingers lie 
 
 That hewed and heaved the stones on high ; 
 
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 And back to earth and air resolved 
 
 The brain that planned and poised the vault : 
 
 But undecayed, erect, and fair, 
 
 To Heaven ascends the builded Prayer, 
 
 With majesty of strength and size, 
 With glory of harmonious dyes, 
 With holy airs of heavenward thought 
 From floor to roof divinely fraught. 
 
 Fall down, ye bars : enlarge, my soul ! 
 To heart's content take in the whole ; 
 And, spurning pride's injurious thrall, 
 With loyal love embrace them all ! 
 
 For in the presence vast and good 
 That bends o'er all our livelihood, 
 With humankind in heavenly cure, 
 We all are like : we all are poor. 
 
 And sure, God's poor shall never want 
 For service meet or seemly chant ; 
 And for the Gospel's joyful sound 
 A fitting place shall still be found ; 
 
 Whether the organ's solemn tones 
 
 Thrill through the dust of warriors' bones, 
 
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 Or voices of the village choir 
 From swallow-haunted eaves aspire ; 
 
 Or, sped with healing on its wings, 
 The Word solicit ears of kings, 
 Or stir the souls, in moorland glen, 
 Of kingless covenanted men. 
 
 Enough for Thee, indulgent Lord, 
 The willing ear to hear Thy Word ; 
 And, time and place to match, the tale 
 For willing ears shall never fail. 
 
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 JACOB'S LADDER. 
 
 H many a time we look on starlit nights 
 Up to the sky, as Jacob did of old 
 Look longing up to the eternal lights 
 To spell their lines in gold. 
 
 But never more, as to the Hebrew boy, 
 Each on his way the angels walk abroa'3 j 
 
 Arid never more we hear with awful joy, 
 The audible voice of God. 
 
 Yet, to pure eyes the ladder still is set, 
 And angel visitants still come and go, 
 
 Many bright messengers are moving yet 
 From the dark world below. 
 
 Thoughts, that are red-crossed faith's outspread- 
 ing wings, — 
 Prayers of the Church, are keeping time and 
 tryst,— 
 Heart-wishes, making bee-like murmurings, 
 Their flower the Eucharist. 
 
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 El'int) or Hymns 
 
 Spirits elect, through suffering rendered meet 
 For those high mansions - y from the nursery 
 door, 
 Bright babes that climb up with their clay-cold 
 feet, 
 Unto the golden door. 
 
 These are the messengers, forever wending 
 From earth to heaven, that faith alone may 
 scan ; 
 
 These are the angels of our God, ascending 
 Upon the Son of Man. 
 
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 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 jlRESH glides the brook and blows the 
 gale, 
 Yet yonder halts the quiet mill ! 
 The whining wheel, the rushing sail, 
 How motionless and still ! 
 
 Six days of toil, poor child of Cain, 
 
 Thy strength the slave of Want may be ; 
 
 The seventh thy limbs escape the chain, — 
 A God hath made thee free ! 
 
 Ah, tender was the Law that gave 
 
 This holy respite to the breast, 
 To breathe the gale, to watch the wave, 
 
 And know — • the wheel may rest ! 
 
 But when the waves the gentlest glide 
 What image charms, to lift thine eyes ? 
 
 The spire reflected on the tide 
 Invites thee to the skies. 
 
200 E/im, or Hymns. 
 
 To teach the soul its nobler worth 
 This rest from mortal toils is given j 
 
 Go, snatch the brief reprieve from earth 
 And pass a guest to heaven. 
 
 They tell thee in their dreaming school, 
 Of Power from old dominion hurled, 
 
 When rich and poor, with juster rule, 
 Shall share the altered world. 
 
 Alas ! since Time itself began, 
 
 That fable hath but fooled the hour ; 
 
 Each age that ripens Power in Man, 
 But subjects Man to Power. 
 
 Yet every day in seven, at least, 
 
 One bright republic shall be known ; — 
 
 Man's world awhile hath surely ceast, 
 When God proclaims His own ! 
 
 Six days may Rank divide the poor, 
 O Dives, from thy banquet-hall ; 
 
 The seventh the Father opes the door, 
 And holds His feast for all ! 
 
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 HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS' DAY. 
 
 OR all who in Thy steadfast faith, 
 jv. And godly fear, and earnest love, 
 
 Have from this life departed, 
 We bless Thy holy Name ! 
 " Blessed are they," the Spirit saith : 
 They rest from all their toils, above, — 
 The tried and faithful-hearted, 
 Whether through martyr flame, 
 By Christ supported in the strife, 
 They upward soared to endless life, 
 
 Or with all bodily gladness dimmed 
 They lingered on in long disease, 
 Yet, in their chamber lying, 
 
 Have found the gate of Heaven 
 Most nigh, and there Thy praise have hymned 
 In strains that might an Angel please, 
 
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 And in such peaceful dying, 
 Like to the sun at even, 
 In solemn radiance closed their day, 
 To rise again with brighter ray. 
 
 For many ways hast Thou, O Lord! 
 
 Of bringing those Thou lovest home ; 
 
 Some Thou hast swiftly stricken 
 
 With unexpected dart : — 
 And some beneath the unsparing sword, 
 And some have gasped in ocean's foam 
 The spirit that shall quicken 
 
 Again the lifeless heart, 
 When, at the Archangel's trumpet blown, 
 They all shall stand before Thy throne. 
 
 Then shall the great and countless throng, 
 In solemn joy, with one accord, 
 
 Honor and glory giving 
 
 To Him Who sitteth there, 
 Raise high the new triumphant song, 
 " O holy, holy, holy, Lord 
 
 Jesus forever living, 
 
 Through Whom alone we dare 
 Approach the throne, Thou art the same 
 Who died. We bless Thy holy Name." . 
 
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 THE BURIAL OF MOSES. 
 
 " And He buried him in a nj alley in the land of Moab, 
 over against Beth-Peor : but no man knoiveth of his 
 sepulchre unto this day." — Deut. xxxiv. 6. 
 
 WY Nebo's lonely mountain, 
 
 On this side Jordan's wave, 
 In a vale in the land of Moab 
 There lies a lonely grave. 
 And no man knows that sepulchre, 
 
 And no man saw it e'er, 
 For the angels of God upturned the sod, 
 And laid the dead man there. 
 
 That was the grandest funeral 
 
 That ever passed on earth ; 
 But no man heard the trampling, 
 
 Or saw the train go forth — 
 Noiselessly as the daylight 
 
 Comes back when night is done, 
 And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek 
 
 Grows into the great sun ;* 
 
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 Noiselessly as the spring-time 
 
 Her crown of verdure weaves. 
 And all the trees on all the hills 
 
 Open their thousand leaves ; 
 So without sound of music, 
 
 Or voice of them that wept, 
 Silently down from the mountain's crown, 
 
 The great procession swept. 
 
 Perchance the bald old eagle, 
 
 On gray Beth-Peor's height, 
 Out of his lonely eyrie 
 
 Looked on the wondrous sight ; 
 Perchance the lion stalking 
 
 Still shuns that hallow'd spot, 
 For beast and bird have seen and heard 
 
 That which man knoweth not. 
 
 But when the warrior dieth, 
 
 His comrades in the war, 
 With arms reversed and muffled drum, 
 
 Follow his funeral car ; 
 They show the banners taken, 
 
 They tell his battles won, 
 And after him lead his masterless steed, 
 
 While- peals the minute gun. 
 
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 Amid the noblest of the land, 
 
 We lay the sage to rest, 
 And give the bard an honored place, 
 
 With costly marble drest, 
 In the great minster transept, 
 
 Where lights like glories fall, 
 And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings, 
 
 Along the emblazoned wall. 
 
 This was the truest warrior 
 
 That ever buckled sword $ 
 This, the most gifted poet 
 
 That ever breathed a word ; 
 And never earth's philosopher 
 
 Traced with his golden pen 
 On the deathless page truths half so sage 
 
 As he wrote down for men. 
 
 And had he not high honor, — 
 
 The hill-side for a pall, 
 To lie in state, while angels wait 
 
 With stars for tapers tall, 
 And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, 
 
 Over his bier to wave, 
 And God's own hand in that lonely land 
 
 To lay him in the grave ? 
 
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 In that strange grave without a name, 
 
 Whence his uncoffined clay 
 Shall break again, O wondrous thought! 
 
 Before the Judgment Day, 
 And stand with glory wrapped around 
 
 On the hills he never trod, 
 And speak of the strife, that won our life, 
 
 With the Incarnate Son of God. 
 
 O lonely grave in Moab's land ! 
 
 O dark Beth-Peor's hill ! 
 Speak to these curious hearts of ours, 
 
 And teach them to be still. 
 God hath His mysteries of grace, 
 
 Ways that we cannot tell \ 
 He hides them deep, like the hidden sleep 
 
 Of him He loved so well. 
 
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 VISION FROM THE APOCALYPSE. 
 
 SAW again. Behold ! Heaven's open 
 
 door ; * 
 Behold! a throne, — the Seraphim 
 stood o'er it, — 
 The white-robed elders fell upon the floor, 
 And flung their crowns before it. 
 
 I saw a wondrous book — an angel strong f 
 To Heaven and earth proclaimed his loud 
 appeals — 
 But a hush passed across the seraph's song, 
 For none might loose the seals. 
 
 Then, fast as rain to death-cry of the year, 
 Tears of St. John to that sad cry were 
 given ; J 
 It was a wondrous thing to see a tear 
 Fall on the floor of Heaven. 
 
 * Rev. iv. f Rev. v. 2, 
 
 + Rev. v. 4. 
 
208 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 And a sweet voice said, " Weep not ; where- 
 fore fails, 
 Eagle of God, thy heart, the high and leal ? 
 The Lion out of Judah's tribe prevails 
 To loose the sevenfold seal." 
 
 'T was Israel's voice, and straightway up above 
 Stood in the midst a wondrous Lamb, snow- 
 white,* 
 Heart-wounded with the deep, sweet wounds of 
 love, 
 Eternal, infinite. 
 
 Then rose the song no ear had heard before ; 
 Then, from the white-robed throng, high an- 
 them woke ; 
 And fast as spring tide on the sealess shore, 
 The Hallelujahs broke. 
 
 Who dreams of God when passionate youth is 
 nigh, 
 When first life's weary waste his feet have 
 trod — 
 Who seeth angels' footfalls in the sky, 
 Working the works of God ; 
 
 *Rev. v. 6. 
 
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 His sun shall fade as gently as it rose, 
 
 Through the dark woof of death's approach- 
 ing night ; 
 His faith shall shoot, at life's prophetic close,* 
 Some threads of golden light. 
 
 For him the silver ladder shall be set — 
 
 His Saviour shall receive his latest breath — 
 He walketh to a fadeless coronet, 
 
 Up through the gate of death! 
 
 *Heb. xi. 13. 
 
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210 Ellmy or Hymns 
 
 WHITE ROBES AND PALMS. 
 
 HAT countless crowd on Sion stands ? 
 Gather'd from every land and tongue, 
 The palm-branch waving in their hands, 
 The white robes round them flung. 
 
 These out of tribulation came ; 
 
 On earth the thorny crown they wore ; 
 Believing, they confess'd His name 
 
 Whose cross they meekly bore. 
 
 In the Lamb's life-blood wash'd they white 
 Their robes, ingrain'd with sin and woe, 
 
 Now round the glory-seat in light, 
 Purer they shine than snow. 
 
 Lord, when thy faithful ones indeed 
 Low by remember'd sin are bow'd, 
 
 From realms where ransom'd sinners lead 
 Thy choir, roll back the cloud. 
 
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 Show them, in bliss before Thy throne, 
 Meek tremblers once at sin's just doom, 
 
 Who, in Thy sacrifice alone, 
 
 Found hope from wrath to come. 
 
 Sinners no more, in Thee complete, 
 Their Saviour's love to man they sing; 
 
 While angels, listening, learn to greet 
 With newer praise their King. 
 
212 J3Iim> or Hymns 
 
 BEFORE THE THRONE. 
 
 jlARK the sound of holy voices, 
 Chanting at the crystal sea, 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 Alleluia ! Lord, to Thee. 
 Multitude which none can number, 
 
 Like the stars, in glory stands, 
 Clothed in white apparel, holding 
 Palms of victory in their hands. 
 
 Patriarch, and holy prophet, 
 
 Who prepared the way of Christ, 
 King, apostle, saint, and martyr, 
 
 Confessor, evangelist, 
 Saintly maiden, godly matron, 
 
 Widows who have watched to prayer, 
 Joined in holy concert, singing 
 
 To the Lord of all, are there. 
 
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 They have come from tribulation, 
 
 And have wash'd their robes in blood, 
 Washed them in the blood of Jesus ; 
 
 Tried they were, and firm they stood ; 
 Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, 
 
 Sawn asunder, slain with sword, 
 They have conquered Death and Satan, 
 
 By the might of Christ the Lord. 
 
 Marching with Thy cross their banner, 
 
 They have triumphed, following 
 Thee, the Captain of Salvation, 
 
 Thee, their Saviour and their King : 
 Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered ; 
 
 Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died ; 
 And by death to life immortal 
 
 They were born, and glorified. 
 
 Now they reign in heavenly glory, 
 
 Now they walk in golden light, 
 Now they drink, as from a river, 
 
 Holy bliss and infinite ; 
 Love and peace they taste forever ; 
 
 And all truth and knowledge see 
 In the beatific vision 
 
 Of the blessed Trinity. 
 
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 God of God, the One-begotten, 
 
 Light of Light, Emmanuel, 
 In whose body joined together, 
 
 All the saints forever dwell ; 
 Pour upon us of Thy fulness, 
 
 That we may for evermore 
 God the Father, God the Son, and 
 
 God the Holy Ghost adore. 
 
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 "THAT WHERE I AM YE MAY BE 
 ALSO." 
 
 jOVE craves the presence and the sight 
 Of all its well-beloved ; 
 And therefore weep we in the homes 
 Whence they are far removed ; 
 Love craves the presence and the sight 
 
 Of each beloved one ; 
 And therefore Jesus spake the word 
 Which call'd them to the throne. 
 
 Thus heaven is gathering, one by one, 
 
 In its capacious breast, 
 All that is pure and permanent, 
 
 And beautiful and blest ; 
 The family is scatter'd yet, 
 
 Though of one home and heart ; 
 Part militant in earthly gloom, 
 
 In heavenly glory part. 
 
2l6 Elirri) or Hymns 
 
 But who can speak the rapture, when 
 
 The number is complete, 
 And all the children sunder'd now, 
 
 Around one Father meet ? 
 One fold, one Shepherd, pne employ, 
 
 One everlasting Home : 
 " Lo ! I come quickly : " Even so j 
 
 Amen ! Lord Jesus, come. 
 
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 ATHANASIUS. 
 
 Athanasius contra Mundum. 
 
 HE world against me, I against the 
 world : 
 Strange words for him who just now 
 stood 
 On Alexandria's throne and hurled 
 
 His thunders as he would. 
 But rock is not less rock, though forced at last 
 
 To fall before the beating sea ; 
 Nor may I be the less myself though cast 
 Away from majesty. 
 
 God's truth I stand on, can I need a throne ? 
 
 Or bishop's vesture, if I feel 
 His mercy wrap me with a warmth its own, 
 
 While at His feet I kneel ? 
 No, let them drive me thrice again from sway, 
 
 As they, ere this, three times have driven, 
 So but the Lord be at my side alway, 
 
 I will deem exile heaven. 
 
2l8 Elim^ or Hymns. 
 
 They call me haughty, of opinion proud, 
 
 Untaught to bend a stubborn will ; 
 Ah little dreams the shallow-hearted crowd 
 
 What thoughts this bosom fill, 
 What loneliness this outer strength doth hide, 
 
 What longing lies beneath this calm, 
 For human sympathy so long untried, 
 
 Our earth's divinest balm. 
 
 But more than sympathy the truth I prize ; 
 
 Above my friendships hold I God, 
 And stricken be these feet ere they despise 
 
 The path their Master trod. 
 So let my banner be again unfurled, 
 
 Again its cheerless motto seen, 
 "The world against me, I against the world : 9i 
 
 Judge Thou, dear Christ, between. 
 
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 FAITH. 
 
 AITH is a very slender thing, 
 Though little understood ; 
 It frees the soul from death's dread sting, 
 By resting in the Blood. 
 
 It looks not on the things around, 
 Nor on the things within ; 
 
 It takes its flight to scenes above, 
 Beyond the spheres of sin. 
 
 It sees, upon the throne of God, 
 A Victim that was slain ; 
 
 It rests its all on His shed blood, 
 And says, I 'm born again. 
 
 Faith is not what we feel or see ; 
 It is a simple trust 
 
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 In what the God of Love has said 
 Of Jesus, as " the Just." 
 
 The Perfect One, that died for me, 
 Upon His Father's throne 
 
 Presents our names before our God, 
 And pleads Himself alone. 
 
 What Jesus is, and that alone, 
 Is faith's delightful plea ; 
 
 It never deals with sinful self, 
 Or righteous self, in me. 
 
 It tells me I am counted cc dead " 
 By God, in His own Word ; 
 
 It tells me I am born again 
 In Christ, my risen Lord. 
 
 In that He died, He died to sin; 
 
 In that He lives — to God ; 
 
 *Then I am dead to nature's hopes, 
 
 And justified through blood. 
 
 If He is free, then I am free 
 From all unrighteousness ; 
 
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 If He is just, then I am just : 
 He is my Righteousness. 
 
 What want I more to perfect bliss ? 
 
 A body like His own 
 Will perfect me for greater joys 
 
 Than angels' round the Throne. 
 
222 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD. 
 
 HE brought her box of alabaster, 
 
 The precious spikenard filled the room 
 With honor worthy of the Master, 
 A costly, rare, and rich perfume. 
 
 Her tears for sin fell hot and thickly 
 On His dear feet, outstretcht and bare ; 
 
 Unconscious how, she wiped them quickly 
 With the long ringlets of her hair. 
 
 And richly fall those raven tresses 
 Adown her cheek, like willow-leaves, 
 
 As stooping still, with fond caresses, 
 She plies her task of love, and grieves. 
 
 Oh may we thus, like loving Mary, 
 
 Ever our choicest offerings bring, 
 Nor grudging of our toil, nor chary 
 
 Of costly service to our King. 
 
 Methinks I hear from Christian lowly 
 Some hallowed voice at evening rise, 
 
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 Or quiet morn, or in the holy, 
 
 Unclouded calm of Sabbath skies, — 
 
 I bring my box of alabaster, 
 
 Of earthly loves I break the shrine, 
 
 And pour affections, purer, vaster, 
 
 On that dear Head, those feet of Thine. 
 
 The joys I prized, the hopes I cherisht, 
 The fairest flowers my fancy wove, 
 
 Behold my fondest idols perisht, 
 Receive the incense of my love ! 
 
 What though the scornful world, deriding 
 Such waste of love, of service, fears, 
 
 Still let me pour, through taunt and chiding, 
 The rich libation of my tears. 
 
 I bring my box of alabaster, — 
 
 Accepted let the offering rise ! 
 So grateful tears shall flow the faster, 
 
 In founts of gladness, from my eyes ! 
 
224 Elirtij or Hymns 
 
 BEHOLD, I STAND AT THE DOOR AND 
 KNOCK. 
 
 [IN the silent midnight watches 
 List — thy bosom door ! 
 How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, 
 Knocketh evermore ! 
 Say not 't is thy pulse's beating : 
 
 'Tis thy heart of sin ; 
 *T is thy Saviour knocks, and crieth, 
 " Rise and let Me in." 
 
 Death comes on with reckless footsteps 
 
 To the hall and hut ; 
 Think you Death will tarry, knocking, 
 
 When the door is shut ? 
 Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth, 
 
 But the door is fast j 
 Grieved, away thy Saviour goeth, 
 
 Death breaks in at last. 
 
 Then 't is time to stand entreating 
 Christ to let thee in -, 
 
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 At the gate of Heaven beating, 
 
 Wailing for thy sin. 
 Nay, alas ! thou guilty creature, 
 
 Hast thou, then, forgot ? 
 Jesus waited long to know thee, 
 
 Now He knows thee not. 
 
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226 Elim y or Hymns 
 
 THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS. 
 
 " But unto you that fear my Name shall the Sun of 
 Righteousness arise ivith healing in His ivings" — Mai . 
 iv. 2. 
 
 HE sick man in his chamber, 
 
 Through the long, weary night 
 Tossed on his restless pillow, 
 How longs he for the light ! 
 
 He counts the hours that linger, 
 
 Heavy with clouds and rain, 
 And a great weight of darkness 
 
 Lies on his fevered brain. 
 
 He hears the loud clock ticking, 
 
 And the owl hoot afar ; 
 While glimmers the pale night-light, 
 
 And fades the midnight star ; 
 
 Till eastward in the Heaven 
 
 He sees at last the sign, — 
 O'er the far purple mountain 
 
 A single silver line. 
 
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 It broadens and it deepens 
 
 To a sea of red and gold, 
 With clouds of rosy amber 
 
 Around its glory rolled. 
 
 Till each pane of his window 
 
 Is silvered o'er and o'er, 
 And lines of golden arrows 
 
 Lie on the dusky floor. 
 
 The sick soul lieth weary 
 
 In the world's soft unrest, 
 With clouds of care and sorrow 
 
 And weight of sins opprest. 
 
 Out of the night she crieth, 
 
 Out of the narrow room : 
 O Saviour, gentle Saviour, 
 
 Wilt Thou not pierce the gloom ? 
 
 Break on this night of longing, 
 Where hand in hand we grope, 
 
 Through wastes of vain endeavor, 
 'Neath stars of fruitless hope. 
 
 O'er the great hills of sadness 
 That hem us darkly in, 
 
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 Rough with our tears and losses, 
 And black with many a sin ; — 
 
 Rise, rise above the mountains, 
 With healing on Thy wings ; 
 
 Break, break into the chambers, 
 Where pain in secret stings. 
 
 Come while the morning tarries, 
 Our waiting eyes to bless ; 
 
 Look through the lowly lattice, 
 Bright Sun of Righteousness ! 
 
 Set for the hearts that love Thee 
 Thy token up above, — 
 
 The white rays of redemption, 
 And the red fire of love. 
 
 Out of our gloom we call Thee, 
 Out of our helpless night ; 
 
 Sun of the world, sweet Saviour, 
 Show us Thy perfect light. 
 
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 THE WANDERER. 
 
 •* / ha<ve gone astray like a sheep that is lost : O seek 
 Thy servant ; for I do not forget Thy commandments." 
 
 AR from the Shepherd's one true Fold 
 I stray, 
 In pathways all unknown ; 
 
 dark and gloomy is the woful day 
 
 That finds me here alone. 
 
 My hopes are blighted and my heart bereft 
 
 Of comfort and repose, 
 Because the Shepherd's blessed Fold I left, 
 
 To wander where I chose. 
 
 1 sought more liberty and less restraint ; 
 
 My will I wished to please ; 
 And all day long I made a vain complaint, 
 For greater rest and ease ; 
 
 At last I broke away and left the flock, 
 
 To find a desert bare — 
 No food, no cooling stream, no sheltering 
 rock, — 
 
 False dreams and blank despair. 
 
230 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 Oh for the Fold, the blessed FoM once more ! 
 
 Oh for the Shepherd's hand, 
 To guide me back, and lead me as of yore 
 
 In verdant pasture land ! 
 
 Oh seek me, tender Shepherd, lest I die ; 
 
 Find me and take me home ; 
 Once there again in calm security, 
 
 My feet shall never roam. 
 
 Thy staff may strike, — I will not shrink again, 
 Or spurn Thy warning voice, 
 
 Or seek a pathway without toil or pain, 
 Of mine own erring choice. 
 
 But in the footsteps of the flock my way 
 With duteous love I '11 take, 
 
 And strive to curb my will, and day by day 
 All devious ways forsake. 
 
 Then seek me, tender Shepherd, lest I die, 
 Or further from Thee roam ; 
 
 In pity heed Thy wanderer's heart-wrung cry, 
 And bring me safely home. 
 
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 "WHO CAN FORGIVE SINS, BUT GOD 
 ONLY ? " 
 
 jlNE Priest alone can pardon me, 
 Or bid me u Go in peace ; " 
 Can breathe that word, " Absolvo te,'' 
 And make these heart-throbs cease : 
 My soul hath heard His priestly voice ; 
 It said, " I bore thy sins, — rejoice ! " 
 
 He show'd the spear-mark in His side, 
 
 The nail-print on His palm ; 
 Said, " Look on Me, the crucified ; 
 
 Why tremble thus ? Be calm ! 
 All power is mine — I set thee free, — 
 Be not afraid — Absolvo te." 
 
 By Him my soul is purified, 
 
 Once leprous and defiled, 
 Cleansed in the fountain from His side, 
 
 God sees me as a child : 
 No priest can heal or cleanse but He ; 
 No other say, u Absolvo te." 
 
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 He robed me in a priestly dress 
 That I might incense bring, 
 
 Of prayer and praise and righteousness, 
 To heaven's eternal King : 
 
 And when He gave this robe to me, 
 
 He smiled and said, " Absolvo te." 
 
 In heaven He stands before the throne, 
 The great High-Priest above, 
 
 " Melchisedec," — that name alone 
 Can sin's dark stain remove : 
 
 To Him I look on bended knee, 
 
 And hear that sweet — " Absolvo te." 
 
 A girded Levite here below, 
 
 I willing service bring, 
 And fain would tell to all I know 
 
 Of Christ, the Priestly King : 
 Would win all hearts from sin to flee, 
 And hear Him say, " Absolvo te." 
 
 A little while, and He shall come 
 
 Forth from the inner shrine, 
 To call His pardon'd brethren home ; 
 O bliss, supreme, divine ! 
 When every blood-bought child shall see 
 The Priest who said, " Absolvo te." 
 
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 KYRIE ELEISON. 
 
 ORD Jesus Christ, my faithful Shep- 
 herd, hear ; 
 Feed me with Thy grace, draw inly 
 near ; 
 By Thee redeem'd, in Thee alone I live, 
 All I need 't is Thou canst give : 
 Kyrie Eleison. 
 
 Ah, Lord, Thy timid sheep now feed 
 With joy upon Thy heavenly mead, 
 
 Lead us to the crystal river 
 
 Whence our life is flowing ever : 
 Kyrie Eleison. 
 
 For Thou art calling all the toil-oppress'd, 
 
 All the weary to Thy rest ; 
 
 The pardon of their sins is here bestow'd, 
 Thou dost free them from their load : 
 Kyrie Eleison. 
 
234 Eiim, or Hymns. 
 
 Ah, come, Thyself put forth Thine hand, 
 
 Unbind this heavy iron band, 
 Set me from my sorrows free, 
 Give me strength to follow Thee : 
 Kyrie Eleison. 
 
 Thou fain wouldst heart and Soul to Thee incline, 
 Take me from myself and make me Thine ; 
 
 Thou art the Vine and I the branch, oh, grant 
 
 I may grow a living plant : 
 
 Kyrie Eleison. 
 
 For nought but sin I find in me, 
 Yet are they done away in Thee > 
 
 Mine are anguish, fear, unrest, 
 
 But in Thee, Lord, I am blest : 
 Kyrie Eleison. 
 
€i)e fte^ttrrection of tfje SStoUp* 
 
 I BELIEVE IN THE RESURRECTION OF 
 THE BODY. 
 
 |EAR Saviour of a dying world, 
 Where grief and change must be, 
 In the new grave where Thou wast laid, 
 My heart lies down with Thee. 
 Oh, not in cold despair of joy, 
 
 Or weariness of pain, 
 But from a hope that shall not die, 
 To rise and live again. 
 
 I would arise in all Thy strength 
 
 My place on earth to fill, 
 To work out all my time of war 
 
 With love's unflinching will ; 
 Firm against every doubt of Thee 
 
 For all my future way — 
 To walk in Heaven's eternal light 
 
 Throughout the changing day. 
 
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 Ah, such a day as thou shalt own. 
 
 When suns have ceased to shine ! 
 A day of burdens borne by Thee, 
 
 And work that all was Thine. 
 Speed Thy bright rising in my heart, 
 
 Thy righteous kingdom speed, — 
 Till my whole life in concord say, 
 " The Lord is risen indeed. " 
 
 Oh for an impulse from Thy love 
 
 With every coming breath, 
 To sing that sweet undying song 
 
 Amid'the wrecks of death ! 
 A " hail ! " to every mortal pang 
 
 That bids me take my right 
 To glory in the blessed life 
 
 Which Thou hast brought to light. 
 
 I long to see the hallowed earth 
 
 In new creation rise, — 
 To find the germs of Eden hid 
 
 Where its fallen beauty lies, — 
 To feel the spring-tide of a soul 
 
 By one deep love set free ; 
 Made meet to lay aside her dust, 
 
 And be at home with Thee. 
 
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 And then — there shall be yet an end — 
 
 An end how full to bless ! 
 How dear to those who watch for Thee 
 
 With human tenderness ! 
 Then shall the saying come to pass 
 
 That makes our home complete, 
 And, rising from the conquered grave, 
 
 Thy parted ones shall meet. 
 
 Yes — they shall meet, and face to face 
 
 By heart to heart be known, 
 Clothed with Thy likeness, Lord of life, 
 
 And perfect in their own. 
 For this corruptible must rise, 
 
 From its corruption free, 
 And this frail mortal must put on 
 
 Thine immortality. 
 
 Shine, then, Thou Resurrection Light, 
 
 Upon our sorrows shine ! 
 The fulness of Thy joy be ours, 
 
 As all our griefs were Thine. 
 Now, in this changing, dying life 
 
 Our faded hopes restore, 
 Till, in Thy triumph perfected, 
 
 We taste of death no more. 
 
238 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 THE WIDOW OF NAIN. 
 
 "And e when the Lord sa e w her, He had compassion on 
 her, and said unto her, Weep not" — 'Luke vii. 13. 
 
 IIORTH from the city gate, 
 As evening shadows lengthen o'er the 
 plain, 
 
 And the hushed crowd in reverent silence 
 wait, 
 Passed out a funeral train. 
 
 Only one mourner there, 
 Slowly, with feeble steps, following the dead, 
 In the sad travail of the soul's despair 
 
 Bowed down her stricken head. 
 
 For him she wept forlorn, 
 Of care the solace, and of age the stay, 
 Whose silver cord was broken ere the morn 
 
 Had brightened into day. 
 
 Thus hath it ever been, — 
 Time, the destroyer, sweeps relentless by, 
 
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 When hopes are strong and leaves of promise 
 green, 
 And manhood's heart beats high. 
 
 Who comes of stately mien, 
 As one with travel weary, seeking rest, — 
 Whose aspect gentle, and whose brow serene, 
 
 Speak of a mission blest ? 
 
 'T is He, with power to save, 
 Who where desponding grief his vigil kept, 
 Knowing all human sufferings, at the grave 
 
 Of Lazarus wept. 
 
 Thus spake He, — "Weep no more ! 
 Be still, sad heart ! Be dry, ye moistened eyes ! 
 Thus to the living I the dead restore ! 
 
 Sleeper, awake, arise ! " 
 
 Then at His bidding came 
 To those cold lips the warm, returning breath ; 
 Then did He kindle life's extinguished flame, 
 
 Victor o'er Sin and Death. 
 
 And thus He ever stands, — 
 Friend of the fallen, wiping all tears away, 
 
240 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 Wherever Sorrow lifts her suppliant hands, 
 And Faith remains to pray. 
 
 Where'er the wretched flee, 
 From the rude conflict of this world distrest, 
 Consoling words He whispers, — " Come to Me, 
 
 And I will give you rest! " 
 
 Till at the second birth, 
 He bids the woes and wrongs of ages cease, 
 And brings to an emancipated earth, 
 
 Judgment, and truth, and peace ; 
 
 And gathers all His own 
 From the four winds to that eternal shore, 
 Where Mercy sits upon the great white throne, 
 
 And Death shall be no more. 
 
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 THE GRAVE AT BETHANY. 
 
 OVE'S tears fell fast, like the thick rain 
 that weepeth 
 Earth's glory fled ; 
 " She goeth to the grave," they said, " she 
 keepeth 
 
 Watch o'er the dead." 
 
 But she hath heard the Master's call, and goeth 
 
 Her Lord to meet ; 
 Her bursting heart with her pale form she 
 throweth 
 
 Low at His feet. 
 
 " Hadst Thou been here ! " — Faith's trembling 
 sunbeam glistens 
 
 Through sorrow's cloud : 
 Touched with the feeling of her tears, He listens 
 
 In anguish bowed. 
 
 u Hadst Thou been here ! " — Like gloom the 
 
 land o'ershading, 
 
 Where sunshine slept, 
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242 Elim^ or Hymns k 
 
 Came o'er His Godlike soul that soft upbraiding, 
 And Jesus wept. 
 
 "Where have ye laid him?" — Where the 
 cypress clinging 
 
 Skirts the low cave, 
 He stands, a light o'er Death's dark empire 
 flinging, 
 
 Mighty to save. 
 
 Hushed are all sounds, while like soft mists 
 ascending, 
 
 Quiet and calm, 
 Goes up to Heaven the solemn prayer, por- 
 tending 
 
 Griefs richest balm. 
 
 " Lazarus, come forth ! v — Far down in death's 
 abysses 
 
 The glad soul heard, 
 And, like a babe new waked by morning kisses, 
 
 To life is stirred ; 
 
 And as a dream one waking moment tarries, 
 
 Then melts in night, 
 No thought of those dark days the spirit carries 
 
 Back to the light ; 
 
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 But even as one who some brief while hath 
 wandered 
 
 On field or foam, 
 And still on loved ones left each night hath 
 pondered, 
 
 Yearning for home, — 
 
 He comes again — all sweet familiar faces 
 
 Beholds once more ; 
 Each natural scene the foreign past displaces 
 
 From memory's store ; — 
 
 So, without painful change, or fearful wonder, 
 
 From his calm bed, 
 Parting the curtains of the grave asunder, 
 
 Came forth the Dead ; 
 
 Earnest of that far time, when, to us waking, 
 
 This life shall seem, 
 Amid that higher Life upon us breaking, 
 
 A strange, faint dream. 
 
244 JSUm) or Hymns 
 
 THE MAID JS NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPETH. 
 
 EFT in her little room alone, 
 
 The Ruler's child lay stiff and dead, 
 While, vainly warm, the Syrian sun 
 Play'd round her cold and silent bed ; 
 
 While, vainly soft, from Judah's hills 
 Sigh'd through the lattice the soft air, 
 
 That could not move the close white lip, 
 Nor heave again the bosom fair. 
 
 The voice of anguish and despair 
 
 Is loud within the chamber near, 
 Of them lamenting bitterly 
 
 Her early doom with groan and tear. 
 
 Her mother maketh grievous moan : — 
 " Ah ! had the sire more swiftly sped, 
 
 And brought the mighty Prophet here 
 Ere the last lingering breath was fled ! 
 
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 <c What now avails that far away 
 
 Comes o'er the plain his hastening tread ! 
 
 Go tell him that he trouble not , 
 
 The Master more ; my child is dead." 
 
 Dead ! is all o'er when that is said ? 
 
 Are hope, and trust, and comfort, gone ? 
 The servant tells the weeping sire, 
 
 And yet the Prophet journeys on. 
 
 He stands amid the mourning throng : 
 " Why do ye make this bitter cry ? 
 
 The damsel is not dead, she sleeps." 
 
 They laugh in scorn, — they saw her die. 
 
 Yea, but they see not the strong power 
 For life and death that standeth by, 
 
 Nor read the awful Godhead veil'd 
 Beneath that meekly patient eye. 
 
 Go forth, then, unbelieving throng ; 
 
 The three apostles, and the twain 
 Who love so tenderly, alone 
 
 Shall see her spirit come again. 
 
 Now waken, waken, little maiden, 
 His foot is on thy chamber- floor, 
 
246 Elirri) or Hymns, 
 
 The Lord God of the living cometh 
 Thine earthly being to restore. 
 
 He takes her cold resistless hand : — 
 u Damsel, I say to thee, arise." 
 
 Lo, life returns, with mantling flow, 
 To cheek, and brow, and kindling eyes. 
 
 She riseth up, she walketh forth, 
 Her lip is red, her heart is warm ; 
 
 He gives her to her mother's kiss, 
 He gives her to her father's arm. 
 
 Surely, we too have hope in sorrow, 
 Who for our Christian brethren weep ; 
 
 Christ is our Life and Resurrection ; 
 They are not dead, they do but sleep. 
 
SUnti tt>e %ifz (CbedajBftins* 
 
 STRANGERS AND SOJOURNERS. 
 
 E have no home on earth below, 
 
 And time is short and heaven is near ; 
 O that our hearts were wean&d so 
 That we could live like strangers here : 
 
 Like pilgrims that have paused an hour 
 To rest upon some foreign strand ; 
 
 Like banished men that love to pour 
 The praises of their Fatherland ! 
 
 Bright are the flowers that God has lent 
 To bloom beneath the traveller's tread ; 
 
 And beautiful the starry tent 
 
 He spreadeth o'er the pilgrim's head. 
 
 But in the Land that 's far away 
 
 There needs no light of sun or moon ; 
 
 And flowers that never know decay 
 Along its starless shores are strewn. 
 
248 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 BELOW AND ABOVE. 
 
 'OWN below the wild November whist- 
 ling 
 Through the beech's dome of burning 
 red, 
 And the Autumn sprinkling penitential 
 Dust and ashes on the chestnut's head. 
 
 Down below a pall of airy purple, 
 
 Darkly hanging from the mountain-side, 
 
 And the sunset from his eyebrow staring 
 O'er the long roll of the leaden tide. 
 
 Up above the Tree with leaf unfading, 
 
 By the everlasting river's brink, 
 And the Sea of glass, beyond whose margin 
 
 Never yet the sun was known to sink. 
 
 Down below the white wings of the sea-bird, 
 Dashed across the furrows dark with mould, 
 
 Flitting like the memories of our childhood 
 Through the trees now waxen pale and old. 
 
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 Down below imaginations quivering 
 
 Through our human spirits like the wind, 
 Thoughts that toss like leaves about the wood- 
 land, 
 Hopes like sea-birds flashed across the mind. 
 
 Up above the host no man can number, 
 In white robes, a palm in every hand, 
 
 Each some work sublime forever working, 
 In the spacious tracts of that great Land. 
 
 Up above the thoughts that know not anguish, 
 Tender care, sweet love for us below, 
 
 Noble pity free from anxious terror, 
 Larger love v/ithout a touch of woe. 
 
 Down below a sad, mysterious music, 
 
 Wailing through the woods and on the shore, 
 
 Burdened with a grand majestic secret 
 That keeps sweeping from us evermore. 
 
 Up above a music that entwineth, 
 
 With eternal threads of golden sound, 
 
 The great poem of this strange existence, 
 
 All whose wondrous meaning hath been 
 found. 
 
250 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 Down below the Church to whose poor win- 
 dow 
 
 Glory by the autumnal trees is lent, 
 And a knot of worshippers in mourning, 
 
 Missing some one at the Sacrament. 
 
 Up above the burst of Hallelujah, 
 And (without the sacramental mist 
 
 Wrapt around us like a sunlit halo) 
 The great vision of the face of Christ. 
 
 Down below cold sunlight on the tombstones, 
 And the green, wet turf with faded flowers, 
 
 Winter roses, once like young hopes burning, 
 Now beneath the ivy dripped with showers : 
 
 And the new-made grave within the church- 
 yard, 
 
 And the white cap on that young face pale, 
 And the watcher ever as it dusketh 
 
 Rocking to and fro with that long wail. 
 
 Up above a crowned and happy spirit, 
 Like an infant in the eternal years, 
 
 VVho shall grow in love and light forever, 
 Ordered in his place among his peers. 
 
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 Oh the sobbing of the winds of autumn, 
 Oh the sunset streak of stormy gold, 
 
 Oh the poor heart thinking in the church-yard, 
 "Night is coming, and the grave is cold." 
 
 Oh the pale and plashed and sodden roses, 
 Oh the desolate heart that grave above, 
 
 Oh the white cap shaking as it darkens 
 Round that shrine of memory and love. 
 
 Oh the rest forever, and the rapture ! 
 
 Oh the Hand that wipes the tears away ! 
 Oh the golden homes beyond the sunset, 
 
 And the hope that watches o'er the clay ! 
 
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252 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 NOW IS OUR SALVATION NEARER THAN 
 WHEN WE BELIEVED. 
 
 NE sweetly solemn thought 
 Comes to me o'er and o'er, - 
 I 'm nearer home to-day 
 Than I ever have been before.* 5 
 
 Nearer my Father's House, 
 Where the many mansions be, 
 
 Nearer the Great White Throne, 
 Nearer the Jasper Sea j 
 
 Nearer the bound of life, 
 
 Where we lay our burdens down, 
 Nearer leaving the Cross, 
 
 Nearer gaining the Crown. 
 
 But lying darkly between, 
 
 Winding down through the night, 
 Is the dim and unknown stream 
 
 That leads me at last to the Light. 
 
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 Closer, closer my steps 
 
 Come to the dark abysm, 
 Closer Death to my lips 
 
 Presses the awful chrysm. 
 
 Saviour, perfect my trust, 
 
 Strengthen the might of my faith ; 
 Let me feel as I would when I stand 
 
 On the rock of the shore of death ; — 
 
 Feel as I would when my feet 
 
 Are slipping over the brink, 
 For it may be I 'm nearer Home — 
 
 Nearer now than I think ! 
 
254 Ellm^ or Hymns 
 
 THE DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. % 
 Acts xii. 
 
 HE Apostle slept, — a light shone in 
 the prison, 
 An angel touched his side ; 
 u Arise! " he said ; and quickly he hath risen, 
 His fettered arms untied. 
 
 The watchers saw no light at midnight gleaming, 
 
 They heard no sound of feet ; 
 The gates fly open, and the saint, still dreaming, 
 
 Stands free upon the street. 
 
 So when the Christian's eyelid droops and closes 
 
 In nature's parting strife, 
 A friendly Angel stands where he reposes, 
 
 To wake him up to life. 
 
 He gives a gentle blow, and so releases 
 
 The spirit from its clay ; 
 From sin's temptations, and from life's distresses, 
 
 He bids it come away. 
 
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 It rises up, and from its darksome mansion 
 
 It takes its silent flight ; 
 And feels its freedom in the large expansion 
 
 Of heavenly air and light. 
 
 Behind, it hears Time's iron gates close faintly, 
 
 It now is far from them ; 
 For it has reached the City of the saintly, 
 
 The New Jerusalem. 
 
 A voice is heard on earth of kinsfolk weeping 
 
 The loss of one they love : 
 But he is gone where the redeemed are keeping 
 
 A Festival above ! 
 
 The mourners throng the way, and from the 
 steeple 
 
 The funeral-bell tolls slow ; 
 But on the golden streets the holy people 
 
 Are passing to and fro \ 
 
 And saying as they meet, " Rejoice ! another, 
 
 Long waited for, is come £' 
 The Saviour's heart is glad, a younger brother 
 
 Hath reached the Father's Home ! 
 
256 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 WHO, AND WHENCE? 
 
 [OT from Jerusalem alone 
 
 To heaven the path ascends ; 
 
 As near, as sure, as straight the way 
 That leads to the celestial day, 
 From furthest realms extends — 
 Frigid or torrid zone. 
 
 What matters how or when we start ? 
 One is the crown to all ; 
 
 One is the hard but glorious race, 
 Whatever be our starting-place ; 
 Rings round the earth the call 
 That says, Arise, depart ! 
 
 From the balm-breathing, sun-loved isles 
 Of the bright Southern sea, 
 
 From the de'ad North's cloud-shadowed 
 
 pole, 
 We gather to one gladsome goal, — 
 One common home in thee, 
 City of sun and smiles ! 
 
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 The cold, rough billow hinders none ; 
 Nor helps the calm, fair main ; 
 
 The brown rock of Norwegian gloom, 
 The verdure of Tahitian bloom, 
 The sands of Misriam's plain, 
 Or peaks of Lebanon. 
 
 As from the green lands of the vine, 
 So from the snow wastes pale, 
 We find the ever-open road 
 To the dear city of our God ; 
 From Russian steppe, or Burman vale, 
 Or terraced Palestine. 
 
 Not from swift Jordan's sacred stream 
 Alone we mount above ; 
 
 Indus or Danube, Thames or Rhone, 
 Rivers unsainted and unknown, 
 From each the Home of love 
 Beckons with heavenly gleam. 
 
 Not from gray Olivet alone 
 We see the gates of life ; 
 
 From Morven's heath or Jungfrau's snow, 
 We welcome the descending glow 
 Of pearl and chrysolite, 
 And the unsetting sun. 
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 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 Not from Jerusalem alone 
 
 The Church ascends to God ; 
 
 Strangers of every tongue and clime, 
 Pilgrims of every land and time, 
 Throng the well-trodden road 
 That leads up to the throne. 
 
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 ONLY WAITING. 
 
 NLY waiting till the shadows 
 Are a little longer grown ; 
 Only waiting till the glimmer 
 Of the day's last beam is flown; 
 Till the r/ight of earth is faded 
 
 From the heart once full of day ; 
 Till the stars of heaven are breaking 
 Through the twilight, soft and gray. 
 
 Only waiting till the reapers 
 
 Have the last sheaf gathered home ; 
 For the summer time is faded, 
 
 And the autumn winds have come ; 
 Quickly, reapers ! gather quickly 
 
 These last ripe hours of my heart, 
 For the bloom of life is withered, 
 
 And I hasten to depart. 
 
 Only waiting till the angels 
 Open wide the mystic gate, 
 
 At whose feet I long have lingered, 
 Weary, poor, and desolate. 
 
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260 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 Even now I hear their footsteps 
 And their voices far away ; 
 
 If they call me, I am waiting, — 
 Only waiting to obey. 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows 
 
 Are a little longer grown ; 
 Only waiting till the glimmer 
 
 Of the day's last beam is flown : 
 Then from out the gathering darkness 
 
 Holy, deathless stars shall rise, 
 By whose light my soul shall gladly 
 
 Tread its pathway to the skies ! 
 
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 GOING HOME. 
 
 * Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and for- 
 bid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God." — 
 St. Mark x. 14. 
 
 HEY are going — only going — 
 Jesus called them long ago ; 
 All the wintry time they 're pass- 
 ing 
 Softly as the falling snow. 
 When the violets in the spring-time 
 
 Catch the azure of the sky, 
 They are carried out to slumber 
 Sweetly where the violets lie. 
 
 They are going • — only going — 
 
 When with summer earth is drest, 
 In their cold hands holding roses 
 
 Folded to each silent breast : 
 When the autumn hangs red banners 
 
 Out above the harvest sheaves, 
 They are going — ever going — 
 
 Thick and fast, like falling leaves. 
 
262 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 All along the mighty ages, 
 
 All adown the solemn time, 
 They have taken up their homeward 
 
 March to that serener clime, 
 Where the watching, waiting Angels 
 
 Lead them from the shadow dim, 
 To the brightness of His presence 
 
 Who has called them unto Him. 
 
 They are going — only going — 
 
 Out of pain and into bliss \ 
 Out of sad and sinful weakness 
 
 Into perfect holiness. 
 Snowy brows — no care shall shade them ; 
 
 Bright eyes — tears shall never dim ; 
 Rosy lips — no time shall fade them ; 
 
 Jesus called them unto Him. 
 
 Little hearts for ever stainless, — 
 
 Little hands as pure as they, — 
 Little feet, by Angels guided, 
 
 Never a forbidden way ! 
 They are going — ever going — 
 
 Leaving many a lonely spot ; 
 But 'tis Jesus who has called them — 
 
 Suffer, and forbid them not ! 
 
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 THE JERUSALEM THAT IS ABOVE. 
 
 RIEF life is here our portion ; 
 
 Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
 The life that knows no ending, 
 The tearless life, is there. 
 
 O happy retribution ! 
 
 Short toil, eternal rest : 
 For mortals and for sinners 
 
 A mansion with the blest. 
 
 And now we fight the battle, 
 But then shall wear the crown 
 
 Of full and everlasting 
 And passionless renown : 
 
 And now we watch and struggle, 
 
 And now we live in hope, 
 And Sion in her anguish 
 
 With Babylon must cope : 
 
 But He whom now we trust in 
 
 Shall then be seen and known ; 
 
264 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 And they that know and see Him 
 Shall have Him for their own. 
 
 The morning shall awaken, 
 The shadows flee away, 
 
 And each true-hearted servant 
 Shall shine as doth the day. 
 
 There God, our King and Portion, 
 
 In fulness of His grace, 
 Shall we behold forever, 
 
 And worship face to face. 
 
 Part II. 
 
 For thee, O dear, dear Country, 
 Mine eyes their vigils keep ; 
 
 For very love, beholding 
 
 Thy happy name, they weep. 
 
 The mention of thy glory 
 Is unction to the breast, 
 
 And medicine in sickness, 
 And love, and light, and rest. 
 
 O one, O only Mansion ! 
 Paradise of Joy ! 
 
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 Where tears are ever banished, 
 And smiles have no alloy ; 
 
 The Lamb is all thy splendor, 
 
 The Crucified thy praise ; 
 His laud and benediction 
 
 Thy ransomed people raise. 
 
 With Jasper glow thy bulwarks, 
 Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; 
 
 The sardius and the topaz 
 Unite in thee their rays ; 
 
 Thine ageless walls are bonded 
 
 With amethyst unpriced ; 
 The saints build up its fabric, 
 
 And the corner-stone is Christ. 
 
 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! 
 
 Thou hast no time, bright day ! 
 Dear fountain of refreshment 
 
 To pilgrims far away ! 
 
 Upon the Rock of Ages 
 
 They raise thy holy tower ; 
 Thine is the victor's laurel, 
 
 And thine the golden dower. 
 
266 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 Part III. 
 
 Jerusalem the golden ! 
 
 With milk and honey blest ! 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice opprest. 
 
 I know not, oh ! I know not 
 What joys await us thei;e ; 
 
 What radiancy of glory, 
 
 What bliss beyond compare. 
 
 They stand, those halls of Sion, 
 All jubilant with song, 
 
 And bright with many an Angel, 
 And all the martyr throng : 
 
 The Prince is ever in them, 
 The daylight ever bright ; 
 
 The pastures of the blessed 
 Are decked in glorious light. 
 
 There is a throne of David ; 
 
 And there, from care released, 
 The shout of them that triumph, 
 
 The song of them that feast ; 
 
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 And they, who with their Leader . 
 
 Have conquered in the fight, 
 For ever and for ever 
 
 Are clad in robes of white. 
 
 O sweet and blessed Country, 
 
 The Home of God's elect ! 
 O sweet and blessed Country, 
 
 That eager hearts expect ! 
 
 Jesu, in mercy bring us 
 
 To that dear land of rest : 
 Who art, with God the Father, 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
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 NO NIGHT THERE. 
 
 HERE is no night in heaven : 
 In that blest world above 
 Work never can bring weariness, 
 For work itself is love. 
 There is no night in heaven : 
 Yet nightly round the bed 
 Of every Christian wanderer 
 Faith hears an angel tread. 
 
 There is no grief in heaven : 
 
 For life is one glad day, 
 And tears are of those former things 
 
 Which all have passed away. 
 
 There is no grief in heaven : 
 
 Yet angels from on high 
 On golden pinions earthward glide, 
 
 The Christian's tears to dry. 
 
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 There is no sin in heaven : 
 
 Behold that blessed throng ; 
 All holy is their spotless robe, 
 
 All holy is their song. 
 
 There is no sin in heaven: 
 
 Here who from sin is free ? 
 Yet angels aid us in our strife 
 
 For Christ's true liberty. 
 
 There is no death in heaven : 
 
 For they who gain that shore 
 Have won their immortality, 
 
 And they can die no more. 
 
 There is no death in heaven : 
 
 But when the Christian dies, 
 The angels 'wait his parted soul, 
 
 And waft it to the skies. 
 
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 " THOU ART MY PORTION, O LORD 1 M 
 
 HAVE a heritage of joy 
 
 That yet I must not see, 
 The hand that bled to make it mine 
 Is keeping it for me. 
 
 I have a certainty of love 
 
 That sets my heart at rest, 
 A calm assurance for to-day, 
 
 That to-be thus is best. 
 
 My heart is resting, O my God, 
 
 My heart is in Thy care j 
 I hear the voice of joy and health 
 
 Resounding everywhere. 
 
 " Thou art my portion," saith my soul — 
 
 u Amen ! " sweet voices say ; 
 The music of that glad Amen 
 
 Will never die away. 
 
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 "TILL THE CHANGE COME." 
 
 THE SONG OF DOUBT. 
 
 HIS earth is the court of a palace, 
 
 Where petitioners wait for the King, 
 Till the solemn-eyed servitor cometh 
 Them into the Presence to bring. 
 Till Death, the dread summoner, cometh, 
 
 While with fear all the waiters are dumb, 
 And he beckoneth, beckoneth ever, 
 
 Saying, " Up ! for thy hour is come." 
 Saying, " Up ! for thy waiting is ended." 
 
 Then dismally brazen bells swing, 
 And sad with a gloomy foreboding, 
 We go to the Court of the King. 
 
 THE SONG OF FAITH. 
 
 This earth is watching and waiting, 
 Looking on and longing by night, 
 
 While far on the distant horizon, 
 The heavens are belted with light- 
 
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 The heavens are bright at His coming, 
 
 Who bringeth the message of love, 
 And who beckoneth, beckoneth ever, 
 
 Saying, " Come to thy Father above." 
 Saying, " Come ! for the King is thy Father." 
 
 Then sweetly the happy bells ring, 
 And gladly with hearts of rejoicing, 
 
 We go to the Court of the King. 
 
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 THE MOUNT OF OLIVES. 
 
 44 He went out into a mountain to pray, and continued 
 nil night in prayer to God." — Luke vi. 12. 
 
 jlHOU didst love the evening hours, 
 Saviour of the world and me, 
 And the closing of the flowers 
 Brought a welcome rest to Thee, 
 As the hireling gladly sees 
 The long shadows of the trees. 
 
 Rest, but not on beds of down, 
 
 Curtained close in soft repose ; 
 Thou didst seek the mountain's crown j 
 
 Where the shady olive grows, 
 Thou didst find a place of prayei, 
 Commune with Thy Father there. 
 
 Ah ! methinks I see Thee now, 
 Climbing, late, the mountain-side ; 
 
 Cool night breezes fan Thy brow, 
 Day's long cares in shadows hide : 
 
 Far below the Eastern steep 
 
 Salem lies in double sle^p ! 
 
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 All day long those hands of Thine 
 Mercy's almoners have been ; 
 
 All day long those eyes Divine 
 
 Sights of want and woe have seen ; 
 
 All day long those ears have heard 
 
 Many a harsh and sinful word. 
 
 Angel hands Thy couch shall spread 
 On the green and mossy sward ; 
 
 At Thy feet and at Thy head 
 
 Cherubs shall keep watch and ward : 
 
 Bright, like his at Luz, shall be 
 
 Midnight visions unto Thee ! 
 
 Nay, He rests not, — see Him there, 
 Kneeling low upon the sod, 
 
 All the burden of His prayer 
 Pouring forth as man to God ; 
 
 Far away from earthly jars, 
 
 In the clear, calm light of stars. 
 
 For Himself He prays awhile, — 
 Strength to do His will on earth ; 
 
 He whose spirit knew no guile, 
 Bore no taint of sinful birth, — 
 
 Strength to bear His Father's frown, 
 
 Grace to spurn the proffered crown : 
 
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 Then for those few simple sheep, 
 
 Earnest of His future Fold, 
 Fervent yearnings upward leap, 
 
 Faith and Hope for them grow bold ; 
 Angel censers through the air 
 Waft the perfume of His prayer. 
 
 But the first gray light of morning 
 
 Pierces now the olive shade *, 
 Early birds, with gentle warning, 
 
 Carol through the leafy glade j 
 All unrested, save by prayer, 
 Jesus drinks the morning air. 
 
 Saviour! let the evening hours 
 Dear to us, Thy children, be ; 
 
 With clasped hands, as folded flowers, 
 Praying earnestly to Thee, 
 
 Let our vesper-worship rise 
 
 Incense-like before Thine eyes ; — 
 
 Then, when that dark eventide 
 
 Closes in our life's long day, 
 And, like some steep mountain-side, 
 
 Frowns the last and lonesome way, 
 Bright to us that path shall be, 
 Found alone, O Lord, with Thee ! 
 
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 A PRAYER. 
 
 ASK not wealth, but power to take 
 
 And use the things I have aright •, 
 Not years, but wisdom that shall make 
 My life a profit and delight. 
 
 I ask not that for me the plan 
 
 Of good and ill be set aside, 
 But that the common lot of man 
 
 Be nobly borne and glorified. 
 
 I know I may not always keep 
 
 My steps in places green and sweet, 
 
 Nor find the pathway of the deep 
 A path of safety to my feet. 
 
 But pray, that, when the tempest's breath 
 Shall fiercely sweep my way about, 
 
 I make not shipwreck of my faith 
 In the unbottomed sea of doubt; 
 
 And that, though it be mine to know 
 How hard the stoniest pillow seems, 
 
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 Good angels still may come and go 
 On the bright ladder of my dreams. 
 
 I do not ask for love below, — 
 
 That friends shall never be estranged ; 
 
 But for the power of loving, so 
 
 My heart may keep its youth unchanged. 
 
 Youth, joy, wealth — Fate, I give thee these ; 
 
 Leave faith and hope till life is passed ; 
 And leave my heart's best impulses 
 
 Fresh and unfailing to the last. 
 
 For this I count, of all sweet things, 
 The sweetest out of heaven above ; 
 
 And loving others surely brings 
 The fullest recompense of love ! 
 
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 REST AND PEACE IN TRUTH. 
 
 DO not ask, O Lord, that Thou 
 shouldst shed 
 
 Full radiance here ; 
 Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread 
 
 Without a fear ; 
 I do not ask my cross to understand, 
 * My way to see — 
 
 Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand 
 
 And follow Thee, 
 Joy is like restless day ; but peace divine, 
 
 Like quiet night : 
 Lead me, O Lord — till perfect day shall shine, 
 
 Through peace to light. 
 
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 HERE IS MY HEART. 
 
 (1ERE is my heart ! — my God, I give it 
 Thee; 
 I heard Thee call and say, 
 " Not to the world, my child, but unto me ;"— 
 
 I heard and will obey. 
 Here is love's offering to my King, 
 Which in glad sacrifice I bring, — 
 Here is my heart ! 
 
 Here is my heart ! — surely the gift, though poor, 
 
 My God will not despise; 
 Vainly and long I sought to make it pure, 
 
 To meet Thy searching eyes ; 
 Corrupted once in Adam's fall, 
 
 The stains of sin pollute it all, — 
 My guilty heart ! ■ 
 
 Here is my heart! — my heart so sad before, 
 
 Now by Thy grace made meet ; 
 Yet bruised and wearied, it can only pour 
 
 Its anguish at Thy feet ; 
 
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 It groans beneath the weight of sin, 
 
 It sighs salvation's joy to win, — 
 
 My mourning heart ! 
 
 Here is my heart ! — in Christ its longings end, 
 
 Near to the cross it draws ; 
 It says, cc Thou art my portion, O, my Friend ! 
 
 Thy blood my ransom was." 
 And in the Saviour it has found 
 
 What blessedness and peace abound, — 
 My trusting heart ! 
 
 Here is my heart ! — ah ! Holy Spirit, come, 
 
 Its nature to renew, 
 And consecrate it wholly as Thy home, 
 
 A temple fair and true. 
 Teach it to love and serve Thee more, 
 
 To fear Thee, trust Thee, and adore, — 
 My cleansed heart ! 
 
 Here is my heart ! — it trembles to draw near 
 
 The glory of Thy throne : 
 Give it the shining robe Thy servants wear, 
 
 Of righteousness Thine own ; 
 Its pride and folly chase away, 
 
 Thou who art wise, and just, and true, — 
 My waiting heart ! 
 
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 Here is my heart ! — O Friend of friends, be near 
 
 To make the tempter fly ; 
 And when my latest foe I wait with fear, 
 
 Give me the victory. 
 Gladly on Thy love reposing, 
 
 Let me say, when life is closing, 
 "Here is my heart!" 
 
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 A SOUL'S ENTREATY. 
 
 SHORD, what unvalued pleasures crowned 
 p^l The days of old ! 
 
 ' When Thou wert so familiar found, 
 
 Those days were gold. 
 
 When Abram wished, Thou couldst afford 
 
 With him to feast ; 
 When Lot but said, " Turn in, my Lord," 
 
 Thou wert his guest. 
 
 But ah ! this heart of mine doth pant 
 
 And beat for Thee, 
 Yet Thou art strange, and wilt not grant 
 
 Thyself to me. 
 
 What! shall Thy people be so dear 
 
 To Thee no more ? 
 Or is not heaven to earth so near 
 
 As heretofore ? 
 
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 The famished raven's hoarser cry 
 
 Finds out Thine ear ; 
 My soul is famished, and I die, 
 
 Except Thou hear. 
 
 O Thou great Alpha ! King of kings ! 
 
 Or bow to me, 
 Or lend my soul seraphic wings 
 
 To mount to Thee. 
 
286 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 EVENING HYMN OF THE GREEKS. 
 
 HE day is past and over ; 
 
 All thanks, O Lord, to Thee ! 
 I pray Thee that offenceless 
 The hours of dark may be. 
 O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight, 
 And save me through the coming night ! 
 
 Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour, 
 
 Or sleep in death shall I ; 
 And he, my wakeful Tempter, 
 Triumphantly shall cry : 
 c< He could not make their darkness light, 
 Nor guard them through the hours of night ! 
 
 Be Thou my soul's preserver, 
 
 O God, for Thou dost know 
 How many are the perils 
 
 Through which I have to go : 
 Lover of men ! O hear my call, 
 And guard and save me from them all ! 
 
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 EVEN-SONG. 
 
 1 COME to Thee to-night, 
 I In my lone closet where no eye can 
 see, 
 
 And dare to crave communion high with Thee, 
 Father of love and light! 
 
 Softly the moonbeams shine 
 On the 'still branches of the shadowy trees, 
 While all sweet sounds of evening on the breeze 
 
 Steal through the slumbering vine. 
 
 Thou gavest the calm repose 
 That rests on all, — the air, the birds, the 
 
 flowers, 
 The human spirit in its weary hours, 
 
 Now at the bright day's close. 
 
 'T is Nature's time for prayer ; 
 The silent praises of the glorious sky, 
 And the earth's orisons, profound and high, 
 
 To Heaven their breathings bear. 
 
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 With them my soul would bend 
 In humble reverence at Thy holy throne, 
 Trusting the merits of Thy Son alone 
 
 Thy sceptre to extend. 
 
 If I this day have striven 
 With Thy blest Spirit, or have bowed the knee 
 To aught of earth in weak idolatry, 
 
 I pray to be forgiven. 
 
 If I have turned away 
 From grief or suffering which I might relieve, 
 Careless the cup of water e'en to give, * 
 
 Forgive me, Lord, I pray. 
 
 And teach me how to feel 
 My sinful wanderings with a deeper smart ; 
 And more of mercy and of grace impart, 
 
 My sinfulness to heal. 
 
 Not for myself alone 
 Would I these blessings of Thy love implore ; 
 But for each penitent the wide world o'er, 
 
 Whom Thou hast called Thine own. 
 
 And for my heart's best friends, 
 Whose steadfast kindness o'er my painful years 
 
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 Has watched to soothe affliction's grief and tears, 
 My warmest prayer ascends. 
 
 Should o'er their path decline 
 The light of gladness, or of hope, or health, 
 Be Thou their solace, and their joy, and wealth, 
 
 As they have long been mine. 
 
 And now, O Father, take 
 The heart I cast with humble faith on Thee, 
 And cleanse its depths from each impurity, 
 
 For my Redeemer's sake ! 
 
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 LIGHTEN OUR DARKNESS. 
 
 OD the Father, be Thou near, 
 
 Save from every harm to-night ; 
 Make us all Thy children dear, 
 In the darkness be our Light. 
 
 God the Saviour, be our Peace, 
 
 Put away our sins to-night ; 
 Speak the word of full release, 
 
 Turn our darkness into light. 
 
 Holy Spirit, deign to come, 
 
 Sanctify us all to-night ; 
 In our hearts prepare Thy home, 
 
 Then our darkness shall be light. 
 
 Holy Trinity, be nigh ! 
 
 Mystery of love adored, 
 Help to live and help to die, — 
 
 Lighten all our darkness, Lord ! 
 
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 AN EVENING HYMN. 
 
 jlWEET Saviour ! bless us ere we go ; 
 Thy word into our minds instil ; 
 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
 With lowly love and fervent will. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
 The day is done, its hours have run ; 
 
 And Thou hast taken count of all, — 
 The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
 
 The broken vow, the frequent fall. 
 
 Grant us, dear Lord ! from evil ways 
 
 True absolution and release ; 
 And bless us more than in past days 
 
 With purity and inward peace. 
 
 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, 
 
 Sweet fear, and sober liberty ; 
 And simple hearts without alloy 
 
 That only long to be like Thee. 
 
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 Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled ; 
 
 And care is light, for Thou hast cared : 
 Ah ! never let our works be soiled 
 
 With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 
 
 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
 
 The sinful, — unto Thee we call ; 
 O let Thy mercy make us glad : 
 Thou art our Jesus and our All ! 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus ! be our light ! 
 
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 MIDNIGHT. 
 
 Y God, now I from sleep awake, 
 The sole possession of me take ; 
 From midnight terrors me secure, 
 And guard my heart from thoughts impure ! 
 
 Bless'd angels ! while we silent lie, 
 You hallelujahs sing on high ; 
 You joyful hymn the Ever-blest 
 Before the throne, and never rest, 
 
 I with your choir celestial join 
 In offering up a hymn divine \ 
 With you in heaven I hope to dwell, 
 And bid the night and world farewell. 
 
 Give me a place at Thy saints' feet, 
 Or some fall'n angel's vacant seat ! 
 I '11 strive to sing as loud as they 
 Who sit above in brighter day. 
 
 O may I always ready stand 
 
 With my lamp burning in my hand : 
 
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 May I in sight of Heaven rejoice, 
 Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice ! 
 
 The Sun in its meridian height 
 
 Is very darkness in Thy sight ! 
 
 My soul O lighten and inflame, 
 
 With thought and love of Thy great Name ! 
 
 Bless'd Jesu, Thou on heaven intent, 
 Whole nights hast in devotion spent ; 
 But I, frail creature, soon am tired, 
 And all my zeal is soon expired. 
 
 Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, 
 Watch over Thine own sacrifice ! 
 All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, 
 And make my very dreams devout ! 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below ! 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
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 MORNING. 
 
 i|OME, my soul, thou must be waking : 
 Now is breaking 
 
 O'er the earth another day : 
 Come to Him who made this splendor, 
 See thou render 
 
 All thy feeble strength can pay. 
 
 Gladly hail the light returning : 
 Ready burning 
 
 Be the incense of thy powers : 
 For the night is safely ended ; 
 God hath tended 
 
 With His care thy helpless hours. 
 
 Pray that He may prosper ever 
 Each endeavor, 
 
 When thine aim is good and true ; 
 But that He may ever thwart thee 
 And convert thee, 
 
 When thou evil would'st pursue. 
 
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 Think that He thy ways beholdeth, 
 He unfoldeth 
 
 Every fault that lurks within, 
 Every stain of shame glossed over 
 Can discover, 
 
 And discern each deed of sin. 
 
 Fettered to the fleeting hours, 
 All our powers, 
 
 Vain and brief are borne away : 
 Time, my soul, thy ship is steering, 
 Onward veering, 
 
 To the gulf of death a prey. 
 
 Only God's free gifts abuse not, 
 Light refuse not, 
 
 But His Spirit's voice obey ; 
 Soon shall joy thy brow be wreathing, 
 Splendor breathing 
 
 Fairer than the fairest day. 
 
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 PRAYER FOR THE GIFT OF GRATITUDE. 
 
 [H, come to me, dear Lord, I pray, 
 And let Thy love my spirit stay : 
 Behold, it longeth sore for Thee, 
 
 I would it might more worthy be. 
 
 To forest streams the hart doth hie, 
 
 When he for thirst is fain to die ; 
 
 And so my soul doth pant for Thee, 
 
 Jesu, Jesu, come to me. 
 
 1 cannot love Thee as I would, 
 Yet pardon me, O Highest Good ; 
 My life, and all I call mine own, 
 
 I lay before Thine altar-throne : 
 
 And if a thousand lives were mine, 
 
 O sweetest Lord, they should be Thine ; 
 
 And scanty would the offering be, 
 
 So richly hast Thou loved me. 
 
298 Elirri) or Hymns 
 
 IN ALL TIME OF OUR PROSPERITY GOOD 
 LORD DELIVER US. 
 
 j|H, not alone when blinding tears 
 Fall over those we 've lately lost, 
 And our weak hearts are wrecked and 
 tossed 
 On the dark ocean of our fears ; — 
 
 But when dear friends around us prove 
 
 How sweet the joys that Thou hast given, 
 Then, lest we lose our hold on heaven, 
 
 Good Lord, deliver in Thy love ! 
 
 Not only when the weary head 
 
 Turns restlessly through all the night, 
 And watches, longing, till the light 
 
 Comes, joyless, to the sufferer's bed ; — 
 
 But when, with even pulse, the blood 
 
 Thrills through our veins unchecked and free, 
 Then, lest we fail in love to Thee, 
 
 Dear Lord, deliver, — Thou art good ! 
 
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 Not only when in poverty 
 
 We sink beneath our load of care, 
 And drag the Cross we cannot bear, 
 
 As did our Lord on Calvary \ — 
 
 But when the stores of wealth are poured, 
 Around us by Thy liberal grace, 
 Lest what Thou givest hide Thy face, 
 
 Oh then deliver us, good Lord ! 
 
 Not only when, with faltering tread, 
 We totter down the slope of age, 
 And, weary with our pilgrimage, 
 
 Envy the sweetly slumbering dead ; — 
 
 But when we raise the battle-song, 
 
 In youth's glad hour of hope and pride, 
 Then, lest we leave our Captain's side, 
 
 Kind Lord, deliver, — Thou art Strong. 
 
 Our sorrows guide us to Thy feet, 
 
 We seek Thee through the gathering cloud, 
 And when the tempest thunders loud, 
 
 We hide beneath the mercy-seat. 
 
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 Hymn 
 
 But joy oft leads us far astray, 
 
 We value not Thy strong defence ; 
 Oh seek us where we wander thence, 
 
 Good Lord, deliver then, we pray. 
 
 
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 ASPIRATION. 
 
 H Lord, my God, how long I for the day 
 When this poor, doubting, sinful heart 
 Shall ne'er be vexed by Satan's art, 
 But throughly cleansed from all impurity ; 
 When shall it be ? 
 
 Joyful I tread Thy courts ; I love them well : 
 Yet my heart pineth to behold 
 The pearly gates and streets of gold, 
 
 And shall I ever that fair city see ? 
 When shall it be ? 
 
 Ofttimes I feel a secret worm within 
 Stealthily gnawing at life's inmost core, 
 And a still voice asks daily, o'er and o'er : 
 
 cc Is the dread Reaper sent to gather me ? " 
 When shall it be ? 
 
 Now do I see how life goes out in pining, 
 While death, impatient, waits his prey : 
 
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 Quickly night shutteth out the day ; 
 Then work and prayer are over, soul, for thee 
 Soon shall it be ? 
 
 O Lord, my God ! I ask not rest ; but only 
 That morn and eve to Thee I bring 
 A broken heart for offering ; 
 
 Waiting till Thou shalt please to set it free,* 
 Then let it be ! 
 
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 DAY AND NIGHT. 
 
 " // is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and 
 to sing praises unto Thy 'Name, O most Highest ; To tell 
 of Thy loving-kindness early in the morning ; and of 
 Thy Truth in the night -seas on. — Psalm xcii. 1, 2. 
 
 THINK of Thee, my God, by night, 
 
 And talk of Thee by day ; 
 Thy love my treasure and delight, 
 Thy truth my strength and stay. 
 
 The day is dark, the night is long, 
 
 Unblest with thoughts of Thee; 
 And dull to me the sweetest song 
 
 Unless its theme Thou be. 
 
 Like pleasant thoughts of those we love, 
 
 Which are of self a part, 
 Which neither day nor night remove 
 
 Out of the loving heart, — 
 
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 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 So all day long, and all the night, 
 
 Lord, let Thy presence be 
 Mine air, my breath, my shade, my light, 
 
 Myself absorbed in Thee. 
 
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 DISCOURAGED BECAUSE OF THE WAY. 
 
 J HE way seems dark about me ; overhead 
 The clouds have long since met in 
 gloomy spread, 
 And when I looked to see the day break through, 
 Cloud after cloud came up with volume new. 
 
 And in that shadow I have passed along, 
 Feeling myself grow weak as it grew strong, 
 Walking in doubt, and searching for the way, 
 And often at a stand, as now to-day. 
 
 And if before me on the path there lies 
 A spot of brightness from imagined skies, 
 Imagined shadows fall across it, too, 
 And the far future takes the present hue. 
 
 Perplexities do throng upon my sight, 
 
 Like scudding fog-banks, to obscure the light ; 
 
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 Some new dilemma rises every day, 
 And I can only shut my eyes and pray. 
 
 Lord, I am not sufficient for these things ; 
 Give me the light that Thy sweet presence 
 
 brings ; 
 Give me Thy grace ; give me Thy constant 
 
 strength ; 
 Lord, for my comfort, now appear at length. 
 
 It may be that my way doth seem confused, 
 Because my heart of Thy way is afraid, — 
 Because my eyes have constantly refused 
 To see the only opening Thou hast made. 
 
 Because my will would cross some flowery plain, 
 Where Thou hast thrown a hedge from every 
 
 side, 
 And turneth from the stony walk of pain, 
 Its trouble or its care not even tried. 
 
 If thus I try to force my way along, 
 The smoothest road incumbered is for me ; 
 For were I as an angel swift and strong, 
 I could not go unless allowed by Thee. 
 
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 And now I pray Thee, Lord, to lead Thy child, 
 Poor wretched wanderer from Thy grace and 
 
 love, — 
 Whatever way Thou pleasest through the wild, 
 So it but take me to Thy home above. 
 
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 THE MAID IN SYRIA. 
 
 HO for the like of me will care ? " 
 So whispers many a mournful heart, 
 When in the weary languid air 
 For grief or scorn we pine apart. 
 
 So haply mus'd yon little maid, 
 
 From Israel's breezy mountains borne, 
 
 No more to rest in Sabbath shade, 
 Watching the free and wavy corn. 
 
 A captive now, and sold and bought, 
 In the proud Syrian's hall she waits, 
 
 Forgotten, — such her moody thought, — 
 Even^as the worm beneath the gates. 
 
 But One who ne'er forgets is here : 
 He hath a word for thee to speak : 
 
 Oh, serve Him yet in duteous fear, 
 And to thy Gentile lord be meek. 
 
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 So shall the healing Name be known 
 By thee on many a heathen shore, 
 
 And Naaman on his chariot throne 
 Wait humbly by Elisha's door. 
 
 By thee desponding lepers know 
 
 The sacred water's sevenfold might, 
 
 Then wherefore sink in listless woe ? 
 
 Christ's poor and needy claim your right. 
 
 Your heavenly right, to do and bear 
 All for His sake ; nor yield one sigh 
 
 To pining doubt ; nor ask " What care 
 In the wide world for such as I ? " 
 
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 ONE BY ONE. 
 
 NE by one the sands are flowing, 
 One by one the moments fall ; 
 Some are coming, some are going, 
 Do not strive to grasp them all. 
 
 One by one thy duties wait thee, 
 Let thy whole strength go to each ; 
 
 Let no future dreams elate thee, 
 
 Learn thou first what these can teach. 
 
 One by one, bright gifts from Heaven, 
 Joys are sent thee here below ; 
 
 Take them readily when given, 
 Ready, too, to let them go. 
 
 One by one thy griefs shall meet thee : 
 
 Do not fear an armed band ; 
 One will fade as others reach thee, 
 
 Shadows passing through the land. 
 
 Do not look at life's long sorrow, 
 See how small each moment's pain ; 
 
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 God will help thee for to-morrow, 
 Every day begin again. 
 
 Every hour that fleets so slowly 
 Has its task to do, or bear ; 
 
 Luminous the crown, and holy, 
 If thou set each gem with care. 
 
 Do not linger with regretting, 
 Or for passing hours despond ; 
 
 Nor, the daily toil forgetting, 
 Look too eagerly beyond. 
 
 Hours are golden links, God's token 
 Reaching Heaven ; but one by one 
 
 Take them, lest the chain be broken 
 Ere the pilgrimage be done. 
 
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 THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS SHALL 
 REAP IN JOY. 
 
 E have not sowed in vain ! 
 
 Though the heavens seem as brass, 
 And piercing the crust of the burning 
 plain 
 Ye scan not a blade of grass. 
 
 Yet there is life within, 
 
 And waters of life on high ; 
 One morn ye shall wake, and the Spring's soft 
 green 
 
 O'er the moistened fields shall lie. 
 
 Tears in the dull, cold eye, 
 
 Light on the darkened brow, 
 The smile of peace, or the prayerful sigh, 
 
 Where the mocking smile sits now. 
 
 Went ye not forth with prayer ? 
 
 Then ye went not forth in vain ; 
 " The Sower, the Son of man," was there, 
 
 And His was that precious grain. 
 
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 Ye may not see the bud, 
 
 The first sweet sign of Spring, 
 The first slow drops of the quickening show*. 
 
 On the dry, hard ground that ring. 
 
 But the harvest-home ye '11 keep, 
 The Summer of life ye '11 share, 
 
 When they that sow and they that reap 
 Rejoice together there. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 317 
 
 CHRIST AT SYCHAR. 
 
 " Jesus saith unto ber 9 Give Me to drink." — St, 
 John iv. 7. 
 
 IVE Me to drink! And who and what 
 art Thou 
 That askest drink of me, a child of 
 earth ? 
 O wondrous suppliant ! Yes, I know Thee 
 now, 
 Though once a stranger to Thy matchless 
 worth. 
 
 Give Thee to drink! Yes, had I seen Thee 
 here 
 Athirst and weary, seated on the well, 
 O how mine heart had throbbed Thine heart to 
 cheer, 
 This feeble tongue it hath no words to tell. 
 
 But Jesus say — what wouldst Thou have me do 
 To prove the love I then would fain have 
 showed ? 
 
318 J&lim^ or Hymns 
 
 " I have a little band, a faithful few, 
 
 Pilgrims and strangers on their homeward 
 road. 
 
 " Whene 'er you see them weary on the way, 
 Athirst or fainting, then remember Me ; 
 
 Think then thou hearest Me, the Master, say, 
 c Give Me to drink.' This boon I crave of 
 thee. 
 
 " And, oh ! when thou shalt sit with Me beside 
 The river of life's water, cool and clear, 
 
 The same which issued from My wounded side, 
 When in death's agony I thirsted here, 
 
 "I will give thee to drink — oh! such a draught 
 Of life and love from My unbounded store, 
 
 As no poor thirsting spirit ever quaffed, 
 
 When thou shalt drink with Me and thirst 
 no more." 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 3 ! 9 
 
 THE SAGES AND THE SHEPHERDS. 
 
 [1 A ME North and South and East and 
 West, 
 Four sages, to a mountain crest, 
 Each pledged to search the wide world round 
 Until the wondrous well he found. 
 
 Before a crag they made their seat, 
 
 Pure bubbling waters at their feet. 
 
 Said one, This well is small and mean, 
 
 Too petty for a village green ! 
 
 Another said, So small and dumb, 
 
 From earth's deep centre can it come ? 
 
 The third, This water seems not rare, 
 
 Not even bright, but pale as air ! 
 
 The fourth, Thick crowds I looked to see ; 
 
 Where the true well is these must be. 
 
 They rose and left the mountain crest, — 
 One North, one South, one East, one West. 
 O'er many seas and deserts wide 
 They wandered, thirsting, till they died. 
 
 The simple shepherds by the mountain dwell, 
 And dip their pitchers in the wondrous well. 
 
320 Elim, or Hymns 
 
 "AS ONE WHOM HIS MOTHER COM- 
 FORTETH." 
 
 COME, dear Lord, like a tired child, 
 
 ' to creep 
 Unto Thy feet, and there awhile to 
 sleep. 
 Weary, though not with a long busy day, 
 But with the morning's sunshine and with play, 
 And with some tears that fell, although, the 
 
 while, 
 They scarce were deep enough to drown a 
 smile. 
 
 There is no need of words of mine to tell 
 My heart to Thee ; Thou needest not to spell, 
 As others must, my hidden thoughts and fears, 
 From out my broken words, my sobs, or tears ; 
 Thou knowest all, knowest far more than I, 
 The inner meaning of each tear or sigh. 
 
 Thou mayest smile, perchance, as mothers smile 
 On sobbing children, seeing, all the while, 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 321 
 
 How soon will pass away the endless grief, 
 How soon will come the gladness and relief; 
 But if Thou smilest, yet Thy sympathy 
 Measures my grief by what it is to me. 
 
 And not the less Thy love doth understand, 
 And not the less, with tender, pitying hand, 
 Thou wipest all my tears, and the sad face 
 Doth cherish to a smile in Thy embrace, 
 Until the pain is gone, and Thou dost say, 
 " Go now, my child, and work for Me to-day." 
 
3 2 2 Elirriy or Hymns 
 
 SOMETHING FOR THEE. 
 
 flOMETHING, my God, for Thee, 
 Something for Thee ; 
 That each day's setting sun may bring 
 Some penitential offering ; 
 In Thy dear name some kindness done ; 
 To Thy dear love some wanderer won ; 
 Some trial meekly borne for Thee, 
 Dear Lord, for Thee. 
 
 Something, my God, for Thee, 
 
 Something for Thee ; 
 That to Thy gracious throne may rise 
 Sweet incense from some sacrifice, — 
 Uplifted eyes undimmed by tears, 
 Uplifted faith unstained by fears, 
 Hailing each joy as light from Thee, 
 
 Dear Lord, from Thee. 
 
of Holy Refreshment, 323 
 
 Something, my God, for Thee, 
 
 Something for Thee ; 
 For the great love that Thou hast given, 
 For the great hope of Thee and heaven, 
 My soul her first allegiance brings, 
 And upward plumes her heavenward wings, 
 44 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee ! " 
 
324 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 THE CARVER'S LESSON. 
 
 j|RUST me, no mere skill of subtle 
 tracery, 
 No mere practice of a dextrous hand, 
 Will suffice without a hidden spirit, 
 That we may or may not understand. 
 
 And those quaint old fragments that are left us 
 Have their power in this, — the artist brought 
 
 Earnest faith and reverent patience only 
 Worthily to clothe some noble thought. 
 
 Shut there in the petals of the flowers, 
 Round the stems of all the lilies twine, 
 
 Hide beneath the bird's or angel's pinions, ■ 
 Some wise meaning or some thought divine. 
 
 Place in stony hands, that pray forever, 
 
 Tender words of peace ; and strive to bind 
 
 Round the leafy scrolls and fretted niches 
 Some true loving message to your kind. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 325 
 
 Some will praise, some blame, and some for- 
 getting, 
 
 Come and go, nor even pause to gaze \ 
 Only now and then a passing stranger 
 
 Just may linger, with a word of praise. 
 
 But I think, when years have floated onward, 
 And the stone is gray and dim and old, 
 
 And the hand forgotten that had carved it, 
 And the heart that dreamt it still and cold, — 
 
 There may come some weary soul, o'erladen 
 With perplexing trouble of the brain, 
 
 Or, it may be, fretted with life's turmoil, 
 Or made sore by some perpetual pain ; — 
 
 Then I think those stony hands will open, 
 
 And the gentle lilies overflow 
 With the blessing and the loving token 
 
 That you hid there many years ago. 
 
 And those tendrils will unfold, and teach him 
 How to solve the problem of his pain, 
 
 And those birds' and angels' wings shake down- 
 ward 
 On his head a meek and quiet rain. 
 
326 
 
 Elim^ or Hymns 
 
 While he marvels at his fancy rinding 
 
 Meaning in that quaint and ancient scroll, 
 
 Little guessing that the loving carver 
 Left the lesson for his weary soul. 
 
of Holy Refreshment. 327 
 
 MARAH AND ELIM. 
 Exodus xv. 23-27. 
 
 I O-D'AY 't is Elim, with its palms and 
 wells, 
 And happy shade for desert-weariness ; 
 'Twas Mar ah yesterday, all rock and sand, 
 Unshaded solitude and bitterness. 
 
 Yet the same desert holds them both ; the same 
 Soft breezes wander o'er the lonely ground ; 
 
 The same low stretch of valley shelters both, 
 And the same mountains compass them 
 around. 
 
 So is it here with us on earth ; and so 
 
 I do remember it has ever been ; 
 The bitter and the sweet, the grief and joy, 
 
 Lie near together, but a day between. 
 
 Sometimes God turns our bitter into sweet ; 
 Sometimes He gives us pleasant water- 
 springs; • 
 
328 
 
 Elimj or Hymns, 
 
 Sometimes He shades us with His pillar-cloud, 
 And sometimes to a blessed palm-shade brings. 
 
 What matters it ? The time will not be long \ — 
 Marah and Elim will alike be past ; 
 
 Our desert-wells and palms will soon be done ; 
 We reach the city of our God at last, 
 
 O happy land ! beyond these lonely hills, 
 Where gush in joy the everlasting springs ; 
 
 O holy Paradise ! above these heavens, 
 
 Where we shall end our desert-wanderings. 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Pagb 
 
 Ah many a time we look on starlit nights . 197 
 
 Alleluia! Alleluia! . . . . 158 
 
 A pathway opens from the tomb . . .160 
 
 Art thou weary ? art thou languid ? . 71 
 
 Behind them lies the desert waste . . 38 
 
 Behold ! a Stranger 's at the door ! . 46 
 
 Brief life is here our portion . . .263 
 
 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored . 186 
 
 By Nebo's lonely mountain . . . 203 
 
 Calm lay the city in its double sleep . . 141 
 
 Came North and South and East and West . 319 
 
 Come, Lord, and tarry not . . . 181 
 
 Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come ! . .180 
 
 Come, my soul, thou must be waking . . 295 
 
 Come, O Thou Traveller unknown . . 57 
 
 Come ! ye lofty, come ! ye lowly . . 87 
 
 Cross, most adored ! to thee I give my heart . 123 
 
 Darker than night, life's shadows fall around us 18 
 
 Darkly rose the guilty morning . .98 
 
 Dear little One ! how sweet Thou art . 89 
 
 Dear Saviour of a dying world . . . 235 
 
 Down below the wild November whistling * 248 
 
 Faith is a very slender thing . . .219 
 
 Far from the Shepherd's one true Fold I stray 229 
 
330 
 
 Index of First Lines. 
 
 Father ! for Thy kindest word 
 
 Father, my cup is full ! . 
 
 Father of Love, who didst not spare 
 
 For all who in Thy steadfast faith 
 
 Forth from the city gate 
 
 Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale 
 
 From England's gilded halls of state 
 
 iiom tangled ways by which I wandered far 
 
 Give Me to drink ! And who and what art Thou 
 God the Father, be Thou near 
 
 Hark the sound of holy voices . 
 
 He cometh, on yon hallowed Board 
 
 Here is my heart ! — my God, I give it Thee 
 
 Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face 
 
 Here on earth, where foes surround us . 
 
 How long, O Lord, in weariness and sorrow 
 
 I ask not wealth, but power to take 
 
 I bore with thee long weary days and nights 
 
 I come, dear Lord, like a tired child, to creep 
 
 I come, O Lord, to Thy dear face 
 
 I come to Thee to-night 
 
 I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed 
 
 I have a heritage of joy 
 
 In the silent midnight watches 
 
 In those dark hours of bitter woe 
 
 I saw again. Behold ! Heaven's open door 
 
 I think of Thee, my God, by night 
 
 I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God 
 
 It is a day of fear . 
 
 I would that I were fairer, Lord ! . 
 
 Jesu ! behold, the Wise from far 
 
 36 
 
Index of First Lines. 
 
 33 1 
 
 Page 
 
 Jesu! guide our way . . . • I 7 I 
 
 Jesu, mighty Sufferer ! say . . 96 
 
 Jesus is God ! the glorious bands . . 53 
 
 Jesus, pro me perforatus . . . 152 
 
 Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts ! . . 23 
 
 Jesus, while He dwelt below . . . 104 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom . 190 
 
 Left in her little room alone . . . 244 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates . .167 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, my faithful Shepherd, hear . 233 
 
 Lord, to Thine altar let me go . . . 133 
 
 Lord, what unvalued pleasures crowned . 284 
 
 Lo ! the feast is spread to-day . . .132 
 
 Love craves the presence and the sight . . 215 
 
 Love, in all its depth and height . . .69 
 Love's tears fell fast, like the thick rain that weepeth 241 
 
 Master, where abidest Thou ? 
 My God, now I from sleep awake 
 Mysterious is Thy presence, Lord . 
 
 No Gospel like this Feast 
 Not from Jerusalem alone . 
 Now lift the carol, men and maids 
 
 O'er the distant mountains breaking 
 
 Oh, come to me, dear Lord, I pray 
 
 Oh Lord, my God, how long I for the day . 
 
 Oh, not alone when blinding tears 
 
 O Lord, the wilderness to me 
 
 O Love, who formedst me to wear 
 
 O Mount beloved ! mine eyes again 
 
 Once I thought to sit so high . 
 
 One by one the sands are flowing . 
 
 28 
 
 293 
 127 
 
 148 
 
 256 
 
 94 
 
 183 
 297 
 301 
 298 
 40 
 
 73 
 
 16 
 
 130 
 
 3i3 
 
332 
 
 Index of First Lines. 
 
 Page 
 
 One Priest alone can pardon me . . .231 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought . . . 252 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows . . . 259 
 
 On red Rephidim's battle-plain . . 191 
 
 O time of tranquil joy and holy feeling ! . 44 
 Out on the world, unheeded, came there One at 
 
 midnight hour . . . 91 
 
 Perpetual peace flows from that word . . 80 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, believers ! . . .176 
 
 Resting from His work to-day - . . 156 
 
 Rest, weary heart . . . . 49 
 
 Say, art thou wounded, feeble, weak ? . . 75 
 
 She brought her box of alabaster . . .222 
 
 Silence in the house of prayer . . . 154 
 
 Something, my God, for Thee . . . 322 
 
 Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come . 184 
 
 Supreme High-Priest, the pilgrim's light . . 68 
 
 Sweet Saviour ! bless us ere we go . . 291 
 
 That I am Thine, my Lord and God ! 51 
 
 The Apostle slept, — a light shone in the prison 254 
 
 The day is past and over . . . .286 
 
 The Galilean fishers toil . . . 32 
 
 u The Master has come over Jordan " .62 
 
 The merry world did, on a day . . . 78 
 
 The night is far spent, and the day is at hand . 172 
 
 There is an everlasting home . . . 121 
 There is a rapturous movement, a green growing . 100 
 
 There is no night in heaven . . . 268 
 
 There was a ship, one eve autumnal, onward . 3 
 
 The rocky path still climbs the glowing steep . 20 
 
 The sick man in his chamber . . .226 
 
Index of First Lines. 
 
 333 
 
 Page 
 The sun is sinking in the west . . . 1 25 
 
 The tomb is empty ; wouldst thou have it full } . 162 
 The way seems dark about me ; overhead . 305 
 
 The wise men to Thy cradle throne . . 48 
 
 The wonder-working Master ... 85 
 
 The world against me, I against the world . 217 
 They are going — only going . . . 261 
 
 They have stopped the sacred well which the Patri- 
 archs dug of old , . . 30 
 
 They talked of Jesus, as they went . . .42 
 
 This earth is the court of a palace . . 271 
 
 Thou art, O God, my East! In Thee I dawned . 15 . 
 Thou Bread of Life, upon Thy tongue . 129 
 
 Thou didst love the evening hours . . . 275 
 
 Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow 25 
 
 Thou passest by — Thy awful step I hear . 76 
 
 Thou, that on the first of Easters . . .165 
 
 Through miry paths I labored on . . 115 
 
 Through my life, Thy spirit striving . . 9 
 
 Through paths of pleasant thought I ran . 1 
 
 To-day 't is Elim, with its palms and wells . 327 
 True Bread of life, in pitying mercy given . 139 
 
 Trust me, no mere skill of subtle tracery . . 324 
 
 Weary, working, plodding one . . . 114 
 
 We have no home on earth below . . . 247 
 
 Were it from my heart alone . . . 150 
 
 We were not with the faithful few . . .6 
 
 '* We would see Jesus ;" for the shadows lengthen 83 
 What countless crowd on Sion stands ? . 210 
 
 What time the Saviour spread His feast . 59 
 
 When across the inward thought . . J 88 
 
 When across the heart deep waves of sorrow . 117 
 When apple-blossoms in the spring . . 13 
 
 When Jesus came to earth of old . . .178 
 
334- Index of First Lines. 
 
 Page 
 
 When languor and disease invade . . 65 
 
 When the house doth sigh and weep . .187 
 
 When, wounded sore, the stricken soul . 112 
 
 •"' Who for the like of me will care ? " . . 311 
 
 With all the powers my poor soul hath . 143 
 
 Ye have not sowed in vain « . . 315 
 
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