And I thought I heard Him say, I thought His love would weaken, And its light and heat go through me: And I ever hear Him say, As He goes along His way, "O precious souls, come near Me, Let us do, then, dearest brothers, What will best and longest please us, Follow not the ways of others, But trust ourselves to Jesus: We will ever hear Him say, As He goes along His way, "O precious souls, come near Me, My sheep should never fear Me, I am the Shepherd true." S 192 Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. [UST as I am; without one plea, JUST P.M. But that Thy blood was shed for me, Just as I am; and waiting not To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot; Just as I am; though tossed about Just as I am; poor, wretched, blind; Just as I am; Thou wilt receive, Just as I am; Thy love unknown 193 L Leaning on her Beloved. P M. EANING on Thee, my Guide, my Friend, Though weary, Thou dost condescend To be my rest. Leaning on Thee, my soul retires From earthly thoughts and earthly things; To Thee she clings. Leaning on Thee, with childlike faith, Each step of life's untrodden path Thy love shall guide. Leaning on Thee, I breathe no moan, Though faint with languor, parched with heat; Thy will has now become my own; That will is sweet. Leaning on Thee, midst torturing pain, Leaning on Thee, though faint and weak, Thy heavenly accents comfort speak, "Be of good cheer." Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms; Calmly I stand on death's dark brink, I feel the everlasting arms, I cannot sink. 194 To me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. C.M. ORD, it belongs not to my care, To love and serve Thee is my share, If life be long, my days are blest, Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be? Then I shall end my sad complaints, And join with the triumphant saints My knowledge of that life is small; The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 195 MY Thy will be done. P.M. Y God, my Father, while I stray, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Or breathe the prayer which Jesus taught, What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done." If Thou shouldst call me to resign 'Thy will be done." Let but my fainting heart be blest "Thy will be done." Renew my will from day to day, |