GEM. 8s, 78. C. H. KENT. Laboring and heavy-laden, Wanting help in time of need; Fainting by the way from hunger, "Bread of Life!" on thee we feed. PRAISE the Saviour, ye who know him: Who can tell how much we owe him? Gladly let us render to him All we are and have! 2 With his blood the Lord has bought them; 3 Jesus is the name that charms us; 4 Trust in him, ye saints, for ever; Thomas Kelly. 793 Heb. 13:8. SAINTS in glory, we together Know the song that ceases never; Song of songs thou art, O Saviour, All that endless day. 2 Come, ye angels, round us gather, While to Jesus we draw nearer; In his throne he 'll seat for ever Those for whom he died. 3 Underneath his throne a river, 4 Oh, the unsearchable Redeemer! Shoreless ocean, sounded never! Yesterday, to-day, for ever, Jesus Christ, the same. Nehemiah Adams. WE would see Jesus-for the shadows WE are the Lord's; his all-sufficient merit, lengthen Across this little landscape of our life; Sealed on the cross, to us this grace accords; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to We are the Lord's, and all things shall in Which for long years we have rejoiced to 3 We are the Lord's, no darkness brooding see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, We would not mourn them, for we go to thee. 4 We would see Jesus-this is all we're needing, o'er us Can make us tremble, while this star affords A steady light along the path before usFaith's full assurance that we are the Lord's. Strength, joy, and willingness come with 4 We are the Lord's; no evil can befall us In the dread hour of life's fast loosening cords; No pangs of death shall even then appal us; Death we shall vanquish, for we are the Lord's. C. T. Astley, tr. PSYCHE. 11s, 10s. Arr. by H. LAMSON. Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee: Fair-er than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. When the bird waketh, and the shadows Sweet the repose, beneath thy wings o'er flee: Fairer than morning, lovelier than the day light, shadowing, But sweeter still to wake and find thee there. Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am So shall it be at last in that bright morning with thee. When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee; Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows, The solemn hush of nature newly born; Oh, in that hour, and fairer than day's false, and love decays, And few and e- vil are my days; Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, Swells with re-mem-bered guilt my woes; Yet ev'n in nature's ut-most ill, I love thee, Lord, I love thee still! THOUGH Sorrows rise and dangers roll, I love thee, Lord, I love thee still! 2 Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, 3 Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne, Reginald Heber. JESUS!-the very thought is sweet; 3 No tongue of mortal can express, J. M. Neale, tr. PARK STREET. L. M. F. M. A. VENUA. Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, What need I, that is not in thee? Full par- don, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away, And peace which none can take away. 799 "My Spring's in Thee." FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, What need I, that is not in thee? Full pardon, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away. 2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 'Tis sweet to know that thou art near; Am I with dread of justice tried, 801 "Complete in Him." My soul complete in Jesus stands! 2 My soul at rest in Jesus lives; 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died. And pleads the anguish he endured. WHEN sins and fears, prevailing, rise, To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die? 'Tis fixed on thine almighty word LET me but hear my Saviour That word which built the earth and sky. Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 3 If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal life is sure; 4 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose; Aune Steele. 2 I can do all things - or can bear 3 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me; Isaac Watts. |