Your Mission.-Concluded on the high-est bil-lows, Laughing at the storms you meet; You can stand a-mong the sailors; Anchored yet with-in the bay, You can lend a hand to help them, As they launch their boats away, As they launch their boats away. 2 If you are too weak to journey, 3 If you cannot in the harvest Garner up the richest sheaves, Growing rank against the wall, Hides the heaviest wheat of all. 4 If you have not gold and silver O'er the erring you can weep: Sitting at the Saviour's feet. 5 Do not, then, stand idly waiting, 195. Rev. J. NEWTON. Quiet, Lord, my Froward Heart. (KÜCKEN.) F. W. KUCKEN. Arr. by H. P. MAIN. 1. Qui-et, Lord, my froward heart; Make me teach-a-ble and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, 2. What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may be-tide, little child re-lies On a care beyond his own,Knows he's neither strong nor wise, 3. As a 9:3 Make me as a weaned child,-From distrust and en-vy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee Calmly to Thy wisdom leave: 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear! Fears to stir a step a-lone; Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 196. GEO. DUFFIELD, D.D. Blessed Saviour! Thee I Love. (SPANISH HYMN.) ANON. 1. Blessed Saviour! Thee I love, All my other joys a-bove; All my hopes in Thee a - bide; 2. Once a-gain beside the cross, All my gain I count but loss; Earthly pleasures fade away, 3. Blessed Saviour! Thine am I, Thine to live,and Thine to die; Height, or depth, or earthly power, see not, tho' so near; The sweetness of Thy soft, low voice I am too deaf to hear. Copyrighted, 1859, in Oriola, by Wm. B. Bradbury. 2 I cannot feel Thee touch my hand But I have felt Thee in my thoughts Fighting with sin for me; And when my heart loves God, I know The sweetness is from Thee. 3 And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not, 198. COMING TO CHRIST. I DEAR Jesus, let Thy pitying eye A sinful, weak, and helpless child, 2 O blessed Saviour! take my heart, Make me a child of Thine. 3 My sins, though great, Thou canst forgive, For Thou hast died for me; Amazing love! help me, O God, Thine own dear child to be. 4 For Thou hast said, "Forbid them not: I hear Thy voice, and now, dear Lord, Anon. |