I need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the Tempter's power?

Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting, where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee :

In life and death, O Lord, abide with me!

"LO, WE HAVE LEFT ALL"

JESUS, I my cross have taken,

All to leave, and follow thee; Destitute, despis'd, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought and hop'd and known, Yet how rich is my condition,

God and heaven are still my own!

Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too ;
Human hearts and looks deceive me ;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends may shun me :
Show thy face, and all is bright.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service pain is pleasure ;
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have call'd thee Abba, Father;

I have stay'd my heart on thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me,

'T will but drive me to thy breast;

GIVING TO GOD

O LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea!
To thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to thee,

Who givest all who givest all?

The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit thy love declare ;
When harvests ripen, thou art there,

Who givest all - who givest all.

For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe thee thankfulness and praise,
Who givest all-who givest all.

For souls redeem'd, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
What can to thee, O Lord! be given,
Who givest all- who givest all?
We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have, as treasures without end,
Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend,

Who givest all who givest all.

Whatever, Lord, we lend to thee,
Repaid a thousand-fold will be;
Then gladly will we give to thee,
Who givest all - who givest all.

LOST BUT FOUND

I WAS a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controll'd.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's voice,
I lov'd afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought his sheep; The Father sought his child; They follow'd me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild.

They found me nigh to death,
Famish'd, and faint, and lone;

They bound me with the bands of love;
They sav'd the wandering one.

They spoke in tender love,
They rais'd my drooping head;

They gently clos'd my bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed.

They wash'd my filth away,
They made me clean and fair;

They brought me to my home in peace,
The long-sought wanderer.

I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast.
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad,
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold, I freely give
The living water, thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live.
I came to Jesus and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quench'd, my soul reviv'd, And now I live in him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
I am this dark world's light,
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise
And all thy day be bright.
I look'd to Jesus, and I found
In him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.

THY WAY, NOT MINE

THY way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be, or rough,

It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it matters not, Right onward to thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot ;
I would not, if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God;
So shall I walk aright.

The kingdom that I seek
Is thine; so let the way
That leads to it be thine,
Else I must surely stray.

Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;
Choose thou my good and ill;

Choose thou for me my friends,

My sickness or my health; Choose thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom, and my all.

ABIDE WITH US

'Tis evening now!

O Saviour, wilt not thou
Enter my home and heart,
Nor ever hence depart,

Even when the morning breaks,
And earth again awakes?
Thou wilt abide with me,
And I with thee.

The world is old!
Its air grows dull and cold;
Upon its aged face

The wrinkles come apace;
Its western sky is wan,
Its youth and joy are gone.
O Master, be our light,
When o'er us falls the night.

Evil is round!
Iniquities abound;

Our cottage will be lone
When the great Sun is gone;