1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near, Day-star, in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till thy inward light impart
Warmth and gladness to my heart.

3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sun divine; Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.

Helpless, look to thee for grace; Sinful, to thy fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

2 Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how, Our wills are ours, to make them thine. 3 Our little systems have their day;

They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they. 330

8. STREETER.

Our King.
1 A KING shall reign in righteousness,
And all the kindred nations bless;
He's King of Salem, King of peace,
Nor shall his spreading kingdom cease.

2 In him the naked soul shall find
A hiding-place from chilling wind;
Or, when the raging tempests beat,
A covert warm, a safe retreat.
3 In burning sands and thirsty ground,
He like a river shall be found,
Or lofty rock, beneath whose shade
The weary traveller rests his head.

4 The dimness gone, all eyes shall see
His glory, grace, and majesty;
All ears shall hearken, and the word
Of life receive, from Christ the Lord.

The Image of the invisible God.

1 THOU, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen, And by thine offspring here unknown, To manifest thyself to men,

2

3

Hast set thine image in thy Son. Though Jews, who granted not his claim, Contemptuous turned away their face, Yet those who trusted in his name

Beheld in him thy truth and grace.
O thou! at whose almighty word
Fair light at first from darkness shone,
Teach us to know our glorious Lord,
And trace the Father in the Son.

4 While we, thine image there displayed,
With love and admiration view,
Form us in likeness to our Head,
That we may bear thine image too.

1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives,— What joy the blest assurance gives! He lives, he lives, who once was dead; He lives, my everlasting Head!

2 He lives, to bless me with his love; He lives, to plead for me above; He lives, my hungry soul to feed; He lives, to help in time of need. 3 He lives, and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death; He lives, my mansion to prepare; He lives, to bring me safely there. 4 He lives, all glory to his name;

He lives, my Saviour still the same; What joy the blest assurance gives,― I know that my Redeemer lives! 336

Example in Forgiving.

H. BALLOU.

1 TEACH us to feel as Jesus prayed, When on the cross he bleeding hung; When all his foes their wrath displayed, And with their spite his bosom stung. 2 Till death, he loved his foes, and said, "Father, forgive,"-then groaned and died; And when arisen from the dead,

His mercy to their souls applied.

8 For such a heart and such a love,

O Lord, we raise our prayer to thee;
Oh, pour thy spirit from above,
That we may like our Saviour be.

1 How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine;
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee, did ever go
So patient through a world of woe ?
3 Oh, who like thee, so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!

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D. C.

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The True Refuge. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul,

WESLEY.

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;

Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none-
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, oh! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing. 340

Salvation by Redeeming Love. 1 Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name: Ye, who his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love. Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face. As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 2 Welcome, all by sin oppressed, Welcome to his sacred rest: Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love.

ΑΠΟΝ.

1 MARY to the Saviour's tomb,
Hasted at the early dawn,
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,
But the Lord she loved had gone.
Trembling, while a crystal flood
Issued from her weeping eyes,
For a while she lingering stood,
Filled with sorrow and surprise.

2 But her sorrows quickly fled

When she heard his welcome voice, Christ had risen from the dead; Now he bids her heart rejoice; What a change his word can make. Turning darkness into day; Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away.