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While heaven's glory flashes

O'er the shelving brink, On Thy truth relying Through the mortal strife, Lord, receive me dying

To eternal life.

XIX

Anon.

CLINGING TO GOD

NEARER, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me;

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

There let my way appear
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given;

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs

Bethels I'll raise ;

So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

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XX

A CRY

THE way is long and dreary,
The path is bleak and bare:
Our feet are worn and weary,
But we will not despair.
More heavy was Thy burthen,
More desolate Thy way;
O Lamb of God, who takest
The sin of the world away,
Have mercy on us!

The snows lie thick around us,
In the dark and gloomy night;
And the tempest wails above us,
And the stars have hid their light.
But blacker was the darkness
Round Calvary's Cross that day;
O Lamb of God, that takest
The sin of the world away,
Have mercy on us!

Our hearts are faint with sorrow,
Heavy and sad to bear ;
For we dread the bitter morrow,
But we will not despair :
Thou knowest all our anguish,
And Thou wilt bid it cease;
O Lamb of God, who takest
The sin of the world away,
Give us Thy peace!

A. A. Procter

XXI

H

GRATITUDE TO GOD

OW blest Thy creature is, O God,
When with a single eye

He views the lustre of Thy word,
The day-spring from on high.

Through all the storms that veil the skies,
And frown on earthly things,
The Sun of Righteousness he eyes
With healing on His wings.

Struck by that light, the human heart,
A barren soil no more,

Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad,
Where serpents lurked before.

The glorious orb, whose golden beams
The fruitful year control,

Since first, obedient to Thy word,
He started from the goal,

Has cheered the nations with the joys

His orient rays impart ;

But, Jesus, 't is Thy light alone

Can shine upon the heart.

W. Cowper

XXII

HYMN TO THE HOLY SPIRIT

PRAISE be Thine, most Holy Spirit,

Honor to Thy Holy Name!

May we love it, may we fear it!
Set in everlasting fame.
Honor to Thee, praise, and glory,
Comforter, inspirer, friend;
Till these troubles transitory
End in glory without end.

By Thy hand, in secret working,
Like a midnight of soft rain,
Seeds that lay in silence lurking,
Spring up green, and grow amain.
Roots, which in their dusty bosoms
Hid an age of golden days
Stirring with a cloud of blossoms,
Clothe their barrenness for Thy praise.

As an island in a river

Vexed with endless rave and roar,

Keeps an inner silence ever

On its consecrated shore,

Flowered with flowers, and green with grasses:

So the poor through Thee abide ;

Every outer care that passes

Deepening more the peace inside.

When our heart is faint Thou warmest,

Justifiest our delight;

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