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John 4:15.

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1 SHEPHERD, with thy tenderest love,
Guide me to thy fold above;
Let me hear thy gentle voice;
More and more in thee rejoice;
From thy fullness grace receive,
Ever in thy Spirit live.

2 Filled by thee my cup o'erflows,
For thy love no limit knows :
Guardian angels, ever nigh,
Lead and draw my soul on high;
Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps wilt attend.

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3 Jesus, with thy presence blest
Death is life, and labor rest;
Guide me while I draw my breath,
Guard me through the gate of death,
And at last, oh, let me stand,
With the sheep at thy right hand.

1 O HOLY Saviour! Friend unseen,

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Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean,
Help me, throughout life's changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!

2 Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what thou wilt, I'll not repine;
For, as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to thee.

3 Tho' far from home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here have I found a place of rest;
An exile still, yet not unblest,
Because I cling to thee.

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4 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient uncomplaining love
Still would I cling to thee.

5 Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,
Still whispers, "Cling to me!"

6 Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,

The soul that clings to thee!

1 THOUGH Sorrows rise and dangers roll,
In waves of darkness o'er my soul;
Though friends are false, and love decays,
And few and evil are my days;

Though conscience, fiercest of my foes,
Swells with remembered guilt my woes;
Yet ev'n in nature's utmost ill,

I love thee, Lord! I love thee still!

2 Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread,
Peals o'er mine unprotected head,
And memory points, with busy pain,

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grace and mercy given in vain ;
Till nature, shrinking in the strife,
Would fly to hell to 'scape from life;
Though every thought has power to kill,
I love thee, Lord! I love thee still!

3 Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne,
The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn,
By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom
Was buried in thy guiltless tomb;

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By these my pangs, whose healing smart
Thy grace hath planted in my heart-
I know, I feel thy bounteous will,

Thou lov'st me, Lord! thou lov'st me still!

1 We would see Jesus-for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life;

We would see Jesus our weak faith to strengthen,
For the last weariness-the final strife.

2 We would see Jesus-the great Rock Foundation,
Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace;
Not life, nor death, with all their agitation,
Can thence remove us, if we see his face.
3 We would see Jesus-other lights are fading,
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing,
We would not mourn them, for we go to thee.
4 We would see Jesus-this is all we 're needing,
Strength, joy and willingness come with the sight;
We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading,
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!

1 THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord!
In thee I put my trust;
Encouraged by thy holy word,
A feeble child of dust:

I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea ;

And 't is enough my Saviour died,
My Saviour died for me!

C. M., D.

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,
My hope within the vail:

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From strife of tongues, and bitter words,
My spirit flies to thee;

Joy to my heart the thought affords,
My Saviour died for me!

3 And when thine awful voice commands
This body to decay,

And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away;-

Then, though it be in accents weak,
My voice shall call on thee,

And ask for strength in death to speak,
"My Saviour died for me."

1 T is by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,

Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
2 The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,

And brings eternal glories near.
3 Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray;
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.

Self-denial.-Luke 9: 23.

1 IF on our daily course our mind
Be set, to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

L. M..

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3 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask ;—
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

4 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

Love.-1 Cor. 13: 1.

1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell-
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.

3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the hungry, clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name :
4 If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain ;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfill.

Consistency.-Titus 2: 10-13,

1 So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel, we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
Το prove the doctrine all-divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

L. M.

L. M.