LXXX "Unto Him who hath loved us" HERE is no love like the love of Jesus, TH Never to fade or fall, Till into the fold of the peace of God He has gathered us all! There is no heart like the heart of Jesus Filled with a tender lore; Not a throb or throe our hearts can know There is no eye like the eye of Jesus Piercing far away; Never out of the sight of its tender light Can the wanderer stray ! There is no voice like the voice of Jesus, Ah! how sweet its chime, Like the musical ring of some rushing spring In the summer-time ! O might we listen that voice of Jesus, O might we never roam, Till our souls should rest, in peace, on His breast, In the Heavenly home! W. E. Littlewood LXXXI "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life" OME, my way, my truth, my life: COME Such a way, as gives us breath: Such a truth, as ends all strife: Such a life, as killeth death. Come, my light, my feast, my strength : Such a strength, as makes his guest. Come, my joy, my love, my heart : G. Herbert LXXXII "We've no abiding city here" E' WE no abiding city here: This may distress the worldling's mind; But should not cost the saint a tear, We've no abiding city here : Sad truth, were this to be our home! But let this thought our spirits cheer; We seek a city yet to come. We've no abiding city here : Then let us live as pilgrims do! Let not the world our rest appear, But let us haste from all below. We've no abiding city here: Zion its name, the Lord is there, Zion! Jehovah is her strength; Secure she smiles at all her foes; And weary travellers at length O! sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd flee away, and be at rest! T. Kelly LXXXIII "A fountain opened for sin and for uncleanness" HERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, The dying thief rejoiced to see Wash all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious Blood Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me: 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears, No other name but Thine. LXXXIV W. Cowper CHRIST'S CHURCH UNIVERSAL "My Name shall be great among the Gentiles" YES, so it was ere Jesus came; Blazed up and died away; And Silence took her turn with song, That owned the festal day. For in Earth's daily circuit then Reflected to the seraph's ken But now to the revolving sphere But to the hour of sacrifice Comes daily in its turn, and lies In light beneath the throne. Each point of time, from morn to eve, From eve to morning, The shrine doth from the spouse receive Praise and adorning. 7. Keble |