Deny the Shepherd who will keep
Within the fold his wandering sheep?
2 Deny thee, Lord! then who will bear
My grief, my burden, and my care?
Thou, thou alone canst calm my breast,
And bid its weary throbbings rest.
3 In heaven above, on earth below,
Where, save to thee, Lord, could I go?
Where fly for strength, mid mortal strife?
Thou hast the words of endless life.

4 My strength, my guide vouchsafe to be,
I can do nothing without thee;
Save me in every trying hour,

Thou God of mercy, life, and power.

327 November 22. S. M.

PLEASURES OF SPIRITUAL WORSHIP.

Silver Street.

"Be filled with the Spirit; speaking to yourselves in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord."-Eph. v. 19.

HOW sweet to bless the Lord,

1 HOW

2

3

4

And in his praises join,

With saints his goodness to record,
And sing his power divine!

These seasons of delight

Like rays of pure, celestial light,

The dawn of glory seem,

Which on our spirits beam.

May then our joys increase,

Our love more ardent grow,

While rich supplies of Jesus' grace
Refresh our souls below.

But, oh! the bliss sublime,
When joy shall be complete,
In that unclouded, glorious clime
Where all thy servants meet!

5 Then shall the ransomed throng
The Saviour's love record,
And shout, in everlasting song,
"Salvation to the Lord!"

328 November 23.

Nuremburg.

78.

GOD OUR SHEPHERD.

"For thus saith the Lord God; Behold I, even I, will both search my sheep, and seek them out: I will feed them in good pasture: I will seek that which was lost, and bring again that which was driven away, and will bind up that which was broken, and will strengthen that which was sick."-Ezekiel xxxiv. 11, 14, 16.

1

Lo, my shepherd's hand divine!

Want shall never more be mine: In a pasture fair and large

He shall feed his happy charge.

2 When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.

3 He my soul anew shall frame,
And, his mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,
Teach my steps the better way.

4 Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend,
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.

329 November 24. C. M.

CHRIST TO BE OUR EXAMPLE.

Lanesborough.

"If any man serve me, let him follow me; and where I am, there shall also my servant be: if any man serve me, him will my Father honor."-John xii. 26.

1 WHEN Jesus left the throne of God,

He chose an humble birth;

A man of grief, like us, he trod

A lonely path on earth.

2 Like him, may we be found below,
In wisdom's paths of peace;

Like him, in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.

3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look,
When mothers round him pressed;

Their infants, in his arms, he took,

And on his bosom blessed.

4 Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath his watchful eye,
Oh, thus encircled in his arms,
May we for ever lie.

330 November 25. C. M.

St. Martin's.

GOD THE GIVER OF EVERY GOOD GIFT.

"He giveth to all life, and health, and all things: for in him we live, and move, and have our being."-Acts xvii. 25, 28.

1

FATHER, to thee my soul I lift,

On thee my hope depends,
Convinced that every perfect gift
From thee alone descends.

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And power and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of thy Son
We nothing good can do.

3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
Our good is all divine;

The praise of every holy thought
And righteous word is thine.

4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
The power on thee to call,

In whom we are, and move, and live:
Our God is all in all.

331 November 26. C. M.

THE DUTY OF EFFORT.

Medfield.

"In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good."— Eccl. xi. 6.

1

SCORN not the slightest word or deed,

Nor deem it void of power;

There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed,
That waits its natal hour.

2 A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life;

A look of love bid sin depart,
And still unholy strife.

3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell
How vast its power may be,

Nor what results infolded dwell
Within it silently.

4 Work on, despair not; bring thy mite,
Nor care how small it be;

God is with all that serve the right,
The holy, true, and free.

332 November 27. 8s & 7s.

HYMN FOR THE TIMES.

Wilmot.

"Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this?"-Eccl. vii. 10.

1

WE

are living, we are dwelling

In a grand and awful time;

In an age, on ages telling,

To be living is sublime.

2 Worlds are charging-heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Love's pure banner now unfolding,
On-right onward for the right.

3 From the crimes that men are crushing,
War's dire curse, and slavery's wrong,
To deliver him, now rushing,

Arm thee well-be strong-be strong.

4 Fear not! spurn the worldling's laughter;
Friendship's favor trample thou;

Thou shalt find a long hereafter,
To be more than tempts thee now.

5 Oh! let all the soul within you,
For the truth's sake go abroad!
Strike! let every nerve and sinew
Tell on ages-tell for God.

Duke Street.

333 November 28. L. M.

THE LOVE OF GOD.

"In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him."-1 John iv. 9.

1

MY God, thy boundless love I praise;

How bright, on high, its glories blaze!
It streams from thine eternal throne,
And through the earth its blessings run.
2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds the rain return;
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows.

3 But in the gospel it appears

In sweeter, fairer characters;
There, love immortal leaves the sky,
To guide us to the world on high.

4 Then let the love that makes me blest,
With cheerful praise inspire my breast;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend.

334 November 29. C. M.

THE DECEITFULNESS OF EARTHLY PLEASURE.

Balerma

"Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last, it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder."-Prov. xxiii. 31, 32.

1 THE branch is stooping to thy hand,
And pleasant to behold;

Yet gather not, although its fruit
Be streaked with hues of gold.

2 The cup is dancing to thy lip,
And fragrant is the wine;
Yet dash the untasted goblet down,
Though lusciously it shine.

3 For bitter ashes lurk concealed
Beneath that golden skin,

And though the coat be smooth, there lies
But rottenness within.