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The burdened Pilgrim welcomed.

I PILGRIM, burdened with thy sin,

Come the way to Zion's gate: There, till mercy lets thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. Knock-He knows the sinner's cry; Weep-He loves the mourner's tears; Watch, for saving grace is nigh;

Wait, till heavenly light appears. 2 Hark, it is the Bridegroom's voice: "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!" Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe, and sealed, and bought and blest : Safe, from all the lures of vice;

Sealed, by signs the chosen know; Bought by love, and life the price;

Blest, the mighty debt to owe.

Rev. George Crabbe. (1754-1832.) 1807. ab.

"Thine for ever!"

I THINE for ever!-God of love,
Hear us from Thy throne above;
Thine for ever may we be,
Here and in eternity.
Thine for ever!-Lord of life,
Shield us through our earthly strife;
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Guide us to the realms of day.

2 Thine for ever!-Saviour, keep
These Thy frail and trembling sheep;
Safe alone beneath Thy care,
Let us all Thy goodness share.
Thine for ever!-Thou our Guide,
All our wants by Thee supplied,
All our sins by Thee forgiven,
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven.
Mrs. Mary Fawler Maude. 1848. ab

2 "I delivered thee, when bound,
And, when wounded, 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 or grace is done;
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.

13 Sing the Son's amazing love:
How He left the realms above,
Took our nature and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.

4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love:

With our wretched hearts He strove,
Took the things of Christ, and showed
How to reach His blest abode.

5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet,
Where the saints in glory meet;
Where the Saviour's still the theme,
Where they see, and sing of Him.
Rev. George Burder. (1752-1832.) 1779. alt.

883

"Dignare me, O Jesu, rogo te."

I JESUS, grant me this, I pray,
Ever in Thy heart to stay;
Let me evermore abide
Hidden in Thy wounded side.

2 If the evil one prepare,

Or the world, a tempting snare,
I am safe, when I abide

In Thy heart and wounded side.

3 If the flesh, more dangerous still,
Tempt my soul to deeds of ill,
Naught I fear, when I abide
In Thy heart and wounded side.
4 Death will come one day to me;
Jesus, cast me not from Thee:
Dying, let me still abide

In Thy heart and wounded side.

Of unknown authorship and date. Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821-) 1861.

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake:

What love through all His actions ran, What wondrous words of grace He spake.

3 "This is My body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food:"

Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, "T is the new covenant in My blood.'

4 "Do this," He cried, "till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend; Meet at My table, and record

The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus, Thy feast we celebrate;

We show Thy death, we sing Thy name,
Till Thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab.
Glorying in the Cross.

14 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left His tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till He come.
Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709.

O Love, of whom is truth and light,

Whose heart was bared to them that smite;

O love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

Johann Angelus Silesius. (1624-1677.) 1657. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829-) 1858. ab.

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Prayer for helping Grace.
O JESUS, bruised and wounded more
Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat,
The Life of life within our souls,

The Cup of our salvation sweet:

2 We come to show Thy dying hour,
Thy streaming vein, Thy broken flesh;
And still the blood is warm to save,
And still the fragrant wounds are fresh.
O Heart, that, with a double tide

Of blood and water, maketh pure;
O Flesh, once offered on the cross,
The gift that makes our pardon sure:
4 Let never more our sinful souls

The anguish of Thy cross renew;
Nor forge again the cruel nails
That pierced Thy victim body through.

Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander. 1859

HEBRON. L. M.

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Lowell Mason. (1792-1872.) 1830.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, To them that find Thee, All in all.

3 We taste Thee, O thou living Bread,

And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, And thirst, our souls from Thee to fill.

4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast.

5 O Jesus, ever with us stay;

Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world Thy holy light.

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Bernard of Clairvaux. (1091-1153) 1140. Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808-) 1858.

Trusting the Merits of Christ.
Phil. iii. 7-9.

I No more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of Thy Son.
2 Now for the love I bear His name,
What was my gain I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to His cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will esteem

All things but loss for Jesus' sake;
O may my soul be found in Him,
And of His righteousness partake.

4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before Thy throne,
But faith can answer Thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

891

"This do in Remembrance of Me."
Luke xxii. 19.

I DRAW near, O Holy Dove, draw near,
With peace and gladness on Thy wing;
Reveal the Saviour's presence here,

And light, and life, and comfort bring. 2 "Eat, O my friends, drink, O beloved!" We hear the Master's voice exclaim: Our hearts with new desire are moved, And kindled with a heavenly flame.

3 No room for doubt, no room for dread,
Nor tears, nor groans, nor anxious sighs;
We do not mourn a Saviour dead,
But hail Him living in the skies.

4 While this we do, remembering Thee,
Dear Saviour, let our graces prove
We have Thy blesséd company,
Thy banner over us is love.

Rev. Aaron Robarts Wolfe. (1821-) 1853

AFFECTION. 7, 6. D.

Johann C. W. A. Mozart. (1756-1791.)