Who is life in life to me? This is that great thing I know; OPPRESSED WITH NOON-DAY'S "The Shadow of the Cross." By HORATIUS BONAR, D.D., Hymns of Faith and Hope, First Series. OPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee; Beneath its shelter take my seat; No shade like this for me! Beneath that cross clear waters burst, And there I quench my desert thirst; CLING TO THE CRUCIFIED. A stranger here, I pitch my tent Here shall my pilgrim life be spent ; For burdened ones a resting-place, CLING TO THE CRUCIFIED. "Abide in Him." HORATIUS BONAR, D.D.; b. Edinburgh, 1808. "Tecum volo vulnerari OLD HYMN. CLING to the Crucified! His death is life to thee, Life for eternity. His pains thy pardon seal; It purges thee from sin; 211 Cling to the Crucified! I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS. HORATIUS BONAR, D.D. "The Substitute." From the First Series of his Hymns of Faith and Hope. I 66 LAY 'Jesu, plena caritate Manus tuæ perforatæ Laxent mea crimina; Latus tuum lanceatum, Caput spinis coronatum, Hæc sint medicamina." OLD HYMN. my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS. 213 I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious, Till not a stain remains. I lay my wants on Jesus; My burdens and my cares: I rest my soul on Jesus, I long to be like Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, WOULDST THOU LEARN THE DEPTH OF SIN? Gethsemane. By the Rev. JOHN S. B. MONSELL, LL.D., b. 1811, one of the Rural Deans in the see of Winchester, author of several volumes of sacred lyrics. WOULDST OULDST thou learn the depth of sin, What it cost thy God to win Sinners to Himself again? Come, poor sinner, come with me; Visit sad Gethsemane. Wouldst thou know God's wondrous love? Seek it not beside the throne; List not angels' praise above, But come and hear the heavy groan By the Godhead heaved for thee, When His tears and bloody sweat, Wake within thee thoughts of care,- |