THE SAME.

I JESU, what hast Thou bestow'd

On such a worm as me!
What compassion hast Thou show'd,
To draw me after Thee !
Perfect then the work begun,

All Thy goodness let me prove,
All Thy will in me be done,
Till all my soul is love.

2 Not by my own righteousness,
Or works that I have wrought,
Am I saved; but by Thy grace,
Surpassing human thought.
Nothing have I, nothing am,
Nothing I deserve but hell;

Yet I glory in Thy name,
Yet I Thy mercy feel.

3 Thou a spark of hallow'd fire
To me, even me, hast given;
Glows for Thee my whole desire,
My life, my inward heaven :
Dreams of happiness below
Never more will I pursue,

Jesus only will I know,

Whose love is ever new.

4 Thou Thine hand on me hast laid, And calm'd my stormy will, Nature's rapid tide hast stayed, And bid my heart be still;

Stablish Thou my heart in peace,

Meek and lowly may I be,
Fill with all Thy gentleness

The soul that hangs on Thee.
5 Oft Thou visitest my breast;
But O, how short Thy stay,

As the memory of a guest

That tarrieth but a day!
Come, and all Thy foes expel,
Fix in me Thy constant home,
With Thy Father in me dwell;
Lord Jesus, quickly come !

WAITING FOR CHRIST THE PROPHET.

I PROPHET, sent from God above
To teach His perfect will,

Lo! I wait to learn Thy love,

I tremble, and am still;

To Thy guidance I submit,

All my soul to Thee I bow;

See me sitting at Thy feet:

Speak, Lord, I hear Thee now.

2 From the idle babbler, man,

Behold I turn away,
Trample on the fairest plan

That human wit can lay :
Foolish am I still, and blind,

Till the Truth itself impart,
Chase the darkness from my mind,
And shine within my heart.

3 What avails the creature's strife,
When Thou, and only Thou,
Hast the words of endless life!
(O could I hear them now !)
Mighty Thou in word and deed,
Thou my only Teacher be;
Thou, by Thine anointing, lead
A soul that seeks to Thee.

4 I from outward things withdraw,
No help in them is found;
At Thy mouth I seek the law,
I listen for the sound

Which shall all my griefs control,
Empty me at once and fill,
Calm the tempest in my soul,
And bid the sea be still.

5 Ah! my Lord, if Thou art near
And knockest at the door,
Let me now my Prophet hear,
And keep Thee out no more:
Be reveal'd, Thou heavenly Guest,
To consume the Man of Sin;
Take possession of my breast,
Come in, my Lord, come in.

THE SAME.

I CHRIST, my hidden life, appear,
Soul of my inmost soul;

Light of life, the mourner cheer,
And make the sinner whole.

Now in me Thyself display,
Surely Thou in all things art;
I from all things turn away,
To seek Thee in my heart.
2 Open, Lord, my inward ear,
And bid my heart rejoice,
Bid my quiet spirit hear

Thy comfortable voice,

Never in the whirlwind found,

Or where earthquakes rock the place; Still and silent is the sound,

The whisper of Thy grace.

3 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw;

For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe :

Silent am I now, and still,

Dare not in Thy presence move;

To my waiting soul reveal

The secret of Thy love.

4 Thou hast undertook for me,

For me to death wast sold:
Wisdom in a mystery

Of bleeding love unfold;
Teach the lesson of Thy cross,

Let me die with Thee to reign, All things let me count but loss So I may Thee regain.

5 Show me, as my soul can bear, The depth of inbred sin;

All the unbelief declare,

The pride that lurks within;

Take me, whom Thyself hast bought;

Bring into captivity

Every high aspiring thought

That would not stoop to Thee.

6 Lord, my time is in Thy hand,
My soul to Thee convert;
Thou canst make me understand,
Though I am slow of heart.

Thine, in whom I live and move,
Thine the work, the praise is Thine;
Thou art wisdom, power, and love,

And all Thou art is mine.

THE SAME.

I I WILL hearken what

my Lord

Shall say concerning me:

Hast Thou not a gracious word

For one that waits on Thee?

Speak it to my soul, that I

May in Thee have peace and power,

Never from my Saviour fly,

And never grieve Thee more.

2 How have I Thy Spirit grieved, Since first with me He strove ! Obstinately disbelieved,

And trampled on Thy love!

I have sinn'd against the light,

I have broke from Thy embrace;
No, I would not, when I might,
Be freely saved by grace.