Fruit of Thy gracious lips, on me Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Thy new, best name of Love. MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR THEE." JESUS, my strength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On Thee, Almighty to create, Almighty to renew. I want a sober mind; A self-renouncing will, Which tramples down, and casts behind A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss; Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, Which looks to Thee, when sin is near, And sees the Tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And arm'd with jealous care; For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. I rest upon Thy word, Shall surely come from Thee. But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my waiting soul shalt guide Into thy perfect love. I HAVE FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT!" "I THE good fight have fought "- The victory by my Saviour got, O may I triumph so, When all my warfare's past! And dying, find my latest foe Under my feet at last! This blessed word be mine, Just as the port is gain'd ; - "Kept by the power of grace divine, I have the faith maintain'd:" The apostles of my Lord, To whom it first was given, They could not speak a greater word, Nor all the saints in heaven. "CAN THESE DRY BONES LIVE?" CAUGHT by the Almighty hand, That Spirit of the Lord, Carried beyond myself I stand, A witness of His word; I see the book unseal'd, Least of the prophets' sons, I mark Ezekiel's valley fill'd With visionary bones! Many they are and dry, Spread through the open vale, Millions of lifeless souls they lie Within the Christian pale: I pass the churches through, |