1 My faith looks up to thee, Saviour divine: 2 May thy rich grace impart As thou hast died for me, 3 While life's dark maze I tread, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 113 Shephered of tender youth. 1 Shepherd of tender youth, 2 Thou art our holy Lord, Thou didst thyself abase, 3 Thou art the great High Priest; 4 So now, and till we die, Infants, and the glad throng To Christ our King. Clement of Alexandria, (220.) Tr. by H. M. Dexter 114 Wat a Friend we have in Jesus! 1 WHAT a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Every thing to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pains we Lear, All because we do not carry Every thing to God in prayer! 2 Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness, Take it to the Lord in prayer. 3 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?— Precious Saviour, still our refuge, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his armis he'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there. Horatius Bonar. 1 LABORING and heavy laden, Wanting help in time of need, Fainting by the way from hunger. "Bread of life!" on thee we feed. Thirsting for the springs of waters That, by love's eternal law. From the stricken Rock are flowing, "Well of life!" from thee we draw. 2 In the land of cloud and shadow, Where no human eye can see, Light to those who sit in darkness, "Light of life!" we walk in thee. Thou the grace of life supplying, Thou the crown of life wilt give; Dead to sin, and daily dying, "Life of life!" in thee we live. John S. B. Monnsell, Doxology. PRAISE the God of our salvation ;. Praise the Father's boundless love; Praise the Lamb, our expiation; Praise the Spirit from above, Author of the new creation, Him by whom our spirits live; Undivided adoration To the one Jehovah give! Josiah Conder, alt. 121 1 I NEED thee every hour, I need thee, O I need thee; 2 I need thee every hour; 3 I need thee every hour, 4 I need thee every hour; 5 I need thee every hour, Most Holy One; O make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son! Mrs, Annie S. Hawks. [C. M. D. Tune, Spohr. Page 36] 1 My Saviour, on the word of truth 2 Thou knowest that I am not blest And still I seek, 'mid many fears, Thy soothing, settling rest. 3 It is not as thou wilt with me, I know no place in all my heart Anna L. Waring. |