4 Blessed be Thou, God of love!
Mercy sending from above:
Grateful let me ever be,
And a faithful friend to Thee.
JOHN H. HINTON. 1853.

78.

403 Whether we live therefore or die, we

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are the Lord's.-ROм. xiv. 8.

FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One in Three, and Three in One,
As by the celestial host,
Let Thy will on earth be done;
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven!

2 Vilest of the sinful race,

Lo! I answer to Thy call;
Meanest vessel of Thy grace,
Grace divinely free for all;
Lo! I come to do Thy will,
All Thy counsel to fulfil.

3 If a creature weak as I
May to Thy great glory live,

4 Ashamed of Jesus!-that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend;

No! when I blush-be this my shame,

That I no more revere His name.

5 Ashamed of Jesus!-Yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

6 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain !
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
JOSEPH GRIGG. 1738.

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8.8.8.8.6. or L.M.

O Lord, truly I am Thy servant.

PSA. cxvi. 16.

LORD, Thy heavenly grace im-
part,

And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to Thee;

To Thee, my God, to Thee.

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy;

That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on Thee;

On Thee, my God, on Thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thou'rt present, Lord, in every place; And wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee; To Thee, my God, to Thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing, Safe 'neath the covert of Thy wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,

That all I want I find in Thee;

In Thee, my God, in Thee.

J. F. OBERLIN. 1820.

TR. BY MRS. D. WILSON. 1829.

112th.

406 A place of refuge.—Isa. iv. 6. FORTH from the dark and stormy

sky,

Lord! to Thine altar's shade we fly: Forth from the world, its hope and fear,

Father! we seek Thy shelter here: Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away!

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,

Long have we sought our rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-
tost:

Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away!
REGINALD HEBER. 1827.

"Follow me!" I know the voice,
Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see;
Now I take Thy yoke by choice,
Light Thy burden now to me.
JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1829.

408

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8.7.

We have left all, and have followed
Thee.-MARK X. 28.

ESUS, I my cross have taken,

JESU

All to leave, and follow Thee:
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken;
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
Let the world despise and leave me,-
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceiveme-
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn and pain:
In Thy service pain is pleasure;
With Thy favour, loss is gain :
I have called Thee, Abba, Father!
I have set my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may
gather,

All must work for good to me.
3 Man may trouble and distress me,

"Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While Thy love is left to me; O! 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unblest by Thee.

Thus I haste from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by

prayer;

Heaven's eternal day before me, Thine own hand shall guide me there.

Soon shall close my earthly mission, Soon shall pass my pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. HENRY F. LYTE. 1825.

S.M.

409 By grace are ye saved through faith.

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EPH. ii. 8.

AITH, 'tis a precious grace
Where'er it is bestowed;

It boasts of a celestial birth,

And is the gift of God.

Jesus it owns as King,

And all-atoning Priest;

It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ.

On Him it safely leans

In times of deep distress;

Flies to the fountain of His blood,
And trusts His righteousness.

All through the wilderness
It is our strength and stay;

Nor can we miss the heavenly road,
While it directs our way.

Lord, 'tis Thy work alone,
And that divinely free;

Send down the Spirit of Thy Son
To work this faith in me.

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BENJAMIN BEDDOME. 1769.

C.M.

I live by the faith of the Son of God. GAL. ii. 20.

MY

Jesus, while in mortal flesh
I hold my frail abode,

Still would my spirit rest on Thee,
Its Saviour and its God.

2 By hourly faith in Thee I live,

Midst all my griefs and snares;
And death, encountered in Thy sight,
No form of horror wears.

3 On Thy dear cross I fix my eyes,
Then raise them to Thy seat:
Till love dissolves my inmost soul
At its Redeemer's feet.

4 Be dead, my heart, to worldly charms; Be dead to every sin;

And tell the boldest foes without,
That Jesus reigns within.

5 My life with His connected stands,
Nor asks a surer ground:
He keeps me in His gracious arms,
Where heaven itself is found.

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PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 6.6.4.6.6.6.4.

1755.

Be not afraid, only believe.-MARK V. 36.

1 MY faith looks up to Thee,

Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine!

Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away;
O may I from this day
Be wholly Thine.

2 May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire:

As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee,
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus,

All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem:
I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares,
He from them all releases,

He all my sorrows shares. 3 I rest my soul on Jesus,

This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline:
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.

4 I long to be like Jesus,

Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,

The Father's holy child!
I long to be with Jesus,

Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.

HORATIUS BONAR. 1857.

L.M.

413 In quietness and in confidence shall

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be your strength.-ISA. xxx. 15.

ENEATH Thy wing, O God, I rest,

Under Thy shadow safely lie,

By Thine own strength in peace possest,

While dreaded evils pass me by. 2 With strong desire I here can stay To see Thy love its work complete; Here can I wait a long delay, Reposing at my Saviour's feet.

3 My place of lowly service too, Beneath that sheltering wing I see; For all the work I have to do Is done through strengthening trust in Thee.

God's help is always sure,

His method seldom guessed; Delay will make our pleasure pure, Surprise will give it zest.

His wisdom is sublime,

His heart profoundly kind; God never is before His time, And never is behind.

Hast thou assumed a load,

Which few will share with thee,-And art thon carrying it for God, And shall He fail to see?

Be comforted at heart,

Thou art not left alone;

Now, thou the Lord's companion art; Soon, thou wilt share His throne. THOMAS T. LYNCH, 1855.

S.M.

418 My times are in Thy hand.

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PSA. xxxi. 15.

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Omnipotence shall guard them well,

And peace remain on Israel.

Is now our guard and guide.

Our times are in Thy hand,

And 'tis enough that He is near, To strengthen them in every fear.

We'll always trust in Thee;