To other strains our souls are set :

A giddy world of sin

Fills ear and brain, and will not let

Heaven's harmonies come in.

Come, Lord! come, Wisdom, Love, and Power;

Open our ears to hear;

Let us not miss the accepted hour;

Save, Lord, by love or fear!

But that Thy blood was shed for me,

And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve!
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down,
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, of that free love,

The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,

Here for a season, then above,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Charlotte Elliott.

THE SABBATH WAS MADE FOR MAN."

DAY of rest and gladness,

O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,

Most beautiful, most bright;

On thee, the high and lowly,
Bending before the Throne,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,

To the Great Three in One.

On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation

Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee, our Lord victorious The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple Light was given.

Thou art a port protected

From storms that round us rise;

A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise;

Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, our Pisgah mountain,
We view the Promised Land.

Thou art a holy ladder,

Where angels go and come; Each Sunday finds us gladder, Nearer to heaven our home.

A day of sweet refection,

Thou art a day of love;

A day of resurrection.

From earth to things above.

To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,

And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams.

New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the Rest remaining
To spirits of the blest :
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.

Christopher Wordsworth.

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EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS."

ESUS, Thy Church with longing eyes For Thy expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates?

Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,

And deem that our redemption's nigh.

Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew,
Our foes repel, our wrongs redress,
Man's rooted enmity subdue,

And crown Thy Gospel with success.

O come, and reign o'er every land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurl'd;

All nations bow to Thy command,
And grace revive a dying world!

Yes, Thou wilt speedily appear!
The smitten earth already reels;
And not far off we seem to hear

The thunder of Thy chariot-wheels.