440 LOVE DIVINE. 8. 7. 8. 7. D.

Johann Zundel, 1855.

4 4

Henry J. Gauntlett, 1848.

4

"Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?"

2 "I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 "Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

4 "Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death.

5 "Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done;

445 ST. ODO OF CLUGNY. L. M.

Partner of My throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?" 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love Thee and adore; O for grace to love Thee more!

444

66

1

William Cowper, 1768.

7.7.7.7.

'Come," said Jesus' sacred voice, "Come, and make My paths your choice; I will guide you to your home, Weary pilgrim, hither come.

2 "Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.

3 "Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn;
4 "Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure."

Anna L. Barbauld, 1792, alt.

Arthur H. Mann, 1890.

4 4

446 CLOLATA. L. M.

W. St. Clair Palmer, 1893.

3

254

2 Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak soul with vain alarm;
His strength shall bear Thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.
3 Take up thy cross; nor heed the shame,
And let thy foolish pride be still;
Thy Lord refused not e'en to die
Upon a cross, on Calvary's hill.

4 Take up thy cross, then, in His strength,
And calmly sin's wild deluge brave;
"Twill guide thee to a better home,
It points to glory o'er the grave.

5 Take up thy cross, and follow on,
Nor think till death to lay it down;
For only he who bears the cross

May hope to wear the glorious crown.
Rev. Charles W. Everest, 1833.

450 STEPHANOS. 8. 5. 8. 3.

1 Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes
And many a shining hour is gone; [on,
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest.

2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky;
The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, nor refuge near.

3 Haste, while a shelter you may gain,
A covert from the wind and rain,
A hiding-place, a rest, a home,
A refuge from the wrath to come.
4 Then linger not in all the plain,
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way.
Rev. William B. Collyer, 1829.

Rev. Sir Henry W. Baker, 1860. Arr. by William H. Monk, 1861.