For ever standing on its guard, I want a heart to pray, I want a true regard, Unmoved by threatening, or reward, For Thine immortal praise; I rest upon Thy word; My succor and salvation, Lord, Nor from Thy hope remove, Into Thy perfect love! Charles Wesley J' ESU, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. No voice can sing, no heart can frame, O hope of every contrite heart, To those who fall, how kind Thou art, But what to those who find? Ah! this The love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. Jesú, our only joy, be Thou, Bernard of Fontaine For the Boatmen as they approach the Rapids by Heidelberg Loud its threatenings, — let them not Breathed Thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar. Saviour, for our warning, seen Bleeding on that precious rood; Hither, like yon ancient tower Guide our bark among the waves ; Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves, Let Thy love its anger soothe : W. Wordsworth XVII EVENING HYMN UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near; O! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, If some poor wandering child of Thine Watch by the sick, enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till, in the ocean of Thy love, We lose ourselves in Heaven above. John Keble XVIII THE SOUL'S LITANY N the hour of trial, I Jesus, pray for me; Lest, by base denial, With its witching pleasures, Would this vain world charm; Or its sordid treasures Spread, to work me harm; Sad Gethsemane, If with sore affliction Thou in love chastise, Pour Thy benediction On the sacrifice; Then upon Thine altar, Freely offered up, Though the flesh may falter, Faith shall drink the cup. When in dust and ashes To the grave I sink, |