3 Jesus, Deliverer,

Come thou to me;
Soothe thou my voyaging
Over life's sea:

Thou, when the storm of death
Roars, sweeping by,
Whisper, thou Truth of Truth,
"Peace! It is I!"

Anatolius, died 458; tr. by J. M. Neale, 1862.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,

CONSECRATION.

715.

PSALM 119.

1 THOU art my portion, O my Soon as I know thy way,

C. M.

God;

My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of thy grace
I set before mine eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

4 If once I wander from thy path,
I think upon my ways;

Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pardoning grace.

5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
Oh save thy servant, Lord!

Thou art my shield, my hiding-place;
My hope is in thy word.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

716.

1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God,

C. M.

Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?

2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my soul receives
From mine exalted Head.

3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever thine;
Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call,

I love my God with zeal so great,
That I should give him all.

717.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

1 ОH not to fill the mouth of fame
My longing soul is stirred;
Oh give me a diviner name,
Call me thy servant, Lord.

2 Sweet title that delighteth me,
Rank earnestly implored;
Oh what can reach the dignity
Of thy true servants, Lord?

C. M.

3 No longer would my soul be known
As self-sustained and free;

Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own,
Lord, I belong to thee.

4 In each aspiring burst of prayer,
Sweet leave my soul would ask
Thine every burden, Lord, to bear,
To do thine every task.

5 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,
No other name for me;

The same sweet style and title given
Through all eternity.

718.

Thomas H. Gill, 1859.

C. M.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me: Once I admired its trifles too,

But grace hath set me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3 As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is revealed.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice;
I bid them all depart:

His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fixed my roving heart.

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;

But

may

I hope that thou wilt own

A worthless worm like me?

6 Yes; though of sinners I'm the worst, I cannot doubt thy will;

For if thou hadst not loved me first,
I had refused thee still.

719.

John Newton, 1779.

C. M.

1 LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee,

And plead to be forgiven,

So let thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.

2 Help us, through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear,

Like thee to do our Father's will,
Our brethren's grief to share.

3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine,

And kindness in our bosoms dwell,
As free and true as thine.

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry,
Father, thy will be done.

5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,
Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.

6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,

Oh may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow thee to heaven!

720.

J. H. Gurney, 1838.

PSALM 119.

C. M.

1 Он that the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still;

Oh that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will.

2 Oh send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart;

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,

Nor covetous desire, arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road,

Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands,
Offend against my God.

721.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

C. M.

1 Оn wherefore, Lord, doth thy dear praise But tremble on my tongue?

Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise
A full, triumphant song?

2 Oh make me, Lord, thy statutes learn;
Keep in thy ways my feet;
Then shall my lips divinely burn;
Then shall my songs be sweet.

3 Each sin I cast away shall make
My soul more strong to soar;
Each work I do for thee shall wake
A strain divine the more.

4 My voice shall more delight thine ear,
The more I wait on thee;
Thy service bring my song more near
The angelic harmony.

5 Oh when shall perfect holiness
Make this poor voice divine,

And all harmonious heaven confess
No sweeter song than mine?

722.

Thomas H. Gill, 1849.

L. M.

1 OH that I could forever dwell
Delighted at the Saviour's feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat!