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 who are beft acquainted with the rich 
 ^ ftores of German hymnology will feel 
 the lealt furprife at the appearance of a fecond 
 5 feries of 7Vanflations from the fame fource. Many 
 excellent and clallical compofitions were necef- 
 fardy excluded from the plan of the former volume, 
 which it was felt would ftill be no lefs acceptable 
 to English Chriftians than thofe already tranllated. 
 Tn this feries therefore hymms are admitted of a 
 more perfonal and individual character than in the 
 former,— hymns adapted to particular circumiftances 
 or periods of life, and to peculiar ftates of feeling. 
 At the fame time many will be found of fulEciently 
 comprehenfive import to be fuited for congrega- 
 
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 tional finging, and will be recognized by thofe familiar with 
 the fervices of the German Church as conlfantly ufed there 
 in public worfhip, efpecially thofe on pages 157, 158, 185, 
 and 73. The firlt of thefe indeed holds in Germany, with 
 its fine old tune, much the fame place as the Old Hundredth 
 with us. The fecond is remarkable as being, as far as we 
 know, the only hymn of its author, a man of confideration ' 
 and wealth in Frankfort. It was publifhed without his 
 name, and as it immediately became popular it was afcribed 
 at firft to Hugo Grotius, and other celebrated authors. 
 The third is one of the well-known hymns of Joachim 
 Neander, the moft important hymn-writer of the German 
 Reformed Church, whofe produdfions are marked by great 
 depth and tendernefs of feeling. 
 
 Moft of the hymns under the laft two diyifions of this 
 feries are popular in Proteftant Germany in the trueft fenfe 
 of the word, to be found in the well-worn hymn-books of 
 every cottage home, or heard as the village funeral paffes on 
 to the “court of peace.” It will be obferved that one of 
 the hymns for the burial of the dead bears the name of 
 Michael Weifs, and that fome others are defignated as 
 belonging to the Bohemian Brethren. I'hefe are pro- 
 dudlions of that ancient Church which exifted in Bohemia 
 from the firft introdudlion of Chriftianity into that country 
 by two Greek monks of the eighth century. In the eleventh 
 
 VI 
 
p R e: p R G a. 
 
 century it formed itfelf into a feparate community, diflin- 
 guillied from the Roman Church in Bohemia, among other 
 things, by the celebration of public worfhip, according to 
 the native ritual and in the vulgar tongue. After fuffering 
 bitter perfecutions under various Popes, in one of which 
 John Hufs was burnt in 1415, in 1453 remaining 
 members, including men of all clalTes, withdrew to a diftridl: 
 affigned to them on the borders of Silefia and Moravia, 
 where we find them, fifty years later, numbering about two 
 hundred congregations, under the name of Brethren or 
 United Brethren. But here, too, fierce perfecutions followed 
 them ; their countrymen were incited from the pulpits to 
 hunt them down like wild hearts ; and in 1508, defpairing 
 of peace at home, they fent out four meffengers to fearch 
 whether anywhere a Chrifiian people might be found, 
 ferving Chrirt truly, into whofe communion they might afk 
 admiffion. One of thefe brethren went to Ruffia, one to 
 Greece, one to Bulgaria, and one to Palertine and Egypt; 
 but they all returned unfuccefsful, no fuch Chrirtian people 
 had they found. Two more were then fent to the Wal- 
 denfes in Prance and Italy, but they too brought back 
 nothing but admonitions to patience and rtedfartnefs. The 
 Brethren therefore remained in their own country, and 
 occupied themfelves in printing the Bible, no fewer than 
 three editions having been publiflied in Bohemian before the 
 
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 Reformation. The dawn of that great event filled them 
 with joy, and in 1522 they fent two melTengers to Luther 
 to greet him and alk his advice, one of whom was Michael 
 Weifs, In 1531 Michael Weifs publiftied the hymns of 
 the Bohemian Brethren tranfiated into German, with the 
 addition of feveral of his own. They palTed through many 
 editions, and fome of them were introduced into Luther’s 
 hymn-book. They have great warmth of feeling and 
 diredfnefs of expreffion (often with intricate metres), and 
 are marked by frequent pathetic reference to the troubles of 
 this Church, and by a ftrong fenfe of the living union of 
 Chriftians with each other and their Head. The fubfequent 
 fettlement of the fmall remnant of this Church on Count 
 Zinzendorf’s cftates in Saxony, and its rapid growth and 
 fpread into other countries, are well known. That the fpirit 
 of Chriftian poetry fl:ill lives among them in modern times 
 is proved by the names of Zinzendorf, Chriftian Gregor, 
 L. von Hayn, Spangenberg, and Albertini.* 
 
 As the objedf of this work is chiefly devotional, the 
 hymns are arranged according to the:r fubjedfs, not in 
 chronological order, and have been feledfed for their warmth 
 of feeling and depth of Chriftian experience, rather than 
 as fpecimens of a particular mafter or fchool. Still it is 
 
 * See Bunsen’s larger Gesangbuch, and Sketch of the History of the 
 Church of the United Brethren hy James Montgomery. 
 
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 believed that thefe two feries afford on the whole fair 
 examples of moft of the principal writers, not of courfe 
 without omiffions, fince only about two hundred and 
 twenty hymns are given from a literature containing feveral 
 thoufands. Of Luther none are given in this feries, 
 (unlefs the hymn known as “Queen Maria of Hungary’s 
 fong ” were written by him for that princefs,) for thofe 
 producSlions of his which no colledlion of German hymns 
 could omit, had been already inferted in the previous 
 volume, and there feemed the lefs neceffity for introducing 
 any of minor importance, as all his hymns are acceffible 
 to the Englifh reader in the excellent tranflation of Mr. 
 Maflie.* 
 
 The writers perhaps the leaf!: fully reprefented, are 
 Gellert, Klopftock, and others of the middle and latter half 
 of the laft century, whofe productions conftitute a large 
 proportion of moft of the collections made fifty or fixty 
 years ago. But thefe hymns are, for the molt part, either 
 of a purely refleCtive or didaCtic charaCter, or in very many 
 inflances are merely verfions of more ancient hymns, 
 fmoothed down to a dead level of tame correCtnefs in form, 
 and robbed of their original fervour and ftrength. Gellert, 
 however, appreciated the charaCteriftic excellences of the 
 
 * Spiritual Songs of Luther, translated by R. Massie, Esq. Ilatchard 
 and Co. 
 
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 ancient hymns ; and his own have high merit, as leflbns of 
 Chriftian duty, or paraphrafes of Scripture, exprefled in 
 fimple, clear, and unafFedted verfe, fometimes with much 
 true poetic feeling. Yet while they thus fupplied a want 
 among the hymns of his country, — which, during the laft 
 century efpecially, had loft that diredf application to real life 
 which makes a hymn fpeak to the hearts of all, — and have 
 therefore become very popular in Germany, for the fame 
 reafon they more nearly refemble what we already poflefs 
 in our own language. 
 
 There is a very large fchool of hymn-writers fpringing 
 up in Germany at the prefer-t day, whofe works are diftin- 
 guiflied by much thoughtful feeling and great fluency and 
 fweetnefs of expreflion. In general, however, thefe hymns 
 are fuited rather to private reading, than congregational 
 Tinging ; the length of the lines, and the refledtive tone of 
 thought, deprive them of that ftrength and Ample grandeur 
 which many of the older hymns polTefs. Specimens are 
 given here from Spitta, Puchta, Knapp, Henfel, and others ; 
 thofe hymns to which no dates are affixed being written by 
 authors living or very recently deceafed. 
 
 The hymns in this feries have been chofen from various 
 fources, moft of them being fuch as would be found in any 
 ftandard colledfion. The greater number, however, are 
 taken from Bunfen’s “ Verfuch eines allgemeinen Gelang 
 
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p R e: p R G s. 
 
 und Gebet buchs/’ a colleftion diftinguifhed above moft 
 others by its wide range of Chriftian experience and fym- 
 pathy, and the poetic merit of the verfions it gives. The 
 fhort notices prefixed to fome of thefe hymns are derived 
 from the fame fource. 
 
 One or two verfes have been omitted in feveral of the 
 hymns, for in many inftances even fine hymns are weakened 
 by repetition, or disfigured by verfes of decidedly inferior 
 merit ; this is efpecially the cafe with Paul Gerhardt, 
 notwithftanding the remarkable beauty of his 
 works. The original metre has been almofl: 
 invariably maintained ; in fome hymns 
 metres ftrange to our ears have been 
 preferved with care for the 
 fake of the fine chorales 
 attached to them. 
 
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 Christmas 12 
 
 Spiphany 21 
 
 Passion Week 27 
 
 Saster 40 
 
 Ascension 51 
 
 Whitsuntide 59 
 
 Trinity . . . . ; 68 
 
 WoRNiNG Prayer 71 
 
 SvENiNG Prayer 82 
 
 Baptism 92 
 
 tjiiE boLY Communion 99 
 
 For ^travellers 115 
 
 Rt the Burial of the Dead 126 
 
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 O living Sun, with joy break forth, 
 
 And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth ; 
 Behold, the mountains melt away 
 Take wax beneath Thine ardent ray ! 
 
 O Life-dew of the Churches, come. 
 
 And bid this arid desert bloom ! 
 
 The sorrows of Thy people see. 
 
 And take our human flesh on Thee. 
 
 Refresh the parch’d and drooping mind. 
 The broken limb in mercy bind. 
 
 Us sinners from our guilt release. 
 
 And fill us with Thy heavenly peace. 
 
 O wonder ! night no more is night ! 
 Comes then at last the long’d-for light ? 
 Ah yes, Thou shinest, O true Sun, 
 
 In whom are God and man made one ! 
 
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the kingdom is at hand, 
 
 The King is drawing nigh ; 
 Arise with joy, O faithful band. 
 
 To meet the Lord most high ! 
 
 Ye Christians, hasten forth. 
 
 With holy ardours greet your King, 
 
 And glad Hosannas to Him sing. 
 
 Nought else your love is worth. 
 
 Look up, ye drooping hearts, to-day ! 
 
 The King is very near; 
 
 Oh cast your griefs and fears away. 
 
 For lo ! your Help is here ; 
 
 And comfort rich and sweet 
 In many a place for us is stored. 
 
 Where in His sacraments and word 
 Our Saviour we can meet. 
 
 Look up, ye souls weigh’d down with care ! 
 
 The Sovereign is not far. 
 
 Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, 
 Behold the Morning Star ! 
 
 The Lord is with us now. 
 
 Who shall the sinking spirit feed 
 With strength and comfort at its need? 
 To whom e’en Death shall bow. 
 
Hope, O ye broken hearts, at last ! 
 
 The King comes on in might ; 
 
 He loved us in the ages past 
 
 When we sat wrapp’d in night ; 
 Now are our sorrows o’er. 
 
 And fear and wrath to joy give place, 
 Since God hath made us in His grace 
 His children evermore. 
 
 O rich the gifts Thou bringest us. 
 Thyself made pure and weak ; 
 
 O love beyond compare that thus 
 Can foes and sinners seek ! 
 
 For this to Thee alone 
 We raise on high a gladsome voice, 
 And evermore with thanks rejoice 
 Before Thy glorious throne. 
 
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 ^PPpfOFP dost Thou longei' tarry, 
 Blessed of the Lord, afar 1 
 Would it were Thy will to enter 
 To my heart, O Thou my Star, 
 Thou my Jesus, Fount of power. 
 
 Helper in the needful hour ! 
 
 Sharpest wounds my heart is feeling. 
 Touch them. Saviour, with Thy healing ! 
 
 For I shrink beneath the terrors 
 Of the law’s tremendous sway ; 
 
 All my countless crimes and errors 
 Stand before me night and day. 
 
 Oh the heavy, fearful load 
 Of the righteous wrath of God ! 
 
 Oh the awful voice of thunder 
 Cleaving heart and soul asunder ! 
 
 While the foe my soul is telling, 
 
 “ There is grace no more for thee ; 
 Thou must make thy endless dwelling 
 In the pains that torture me.” 
 
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 Yes, and keener still thy smart, 
 Conscience, in my anguish’d heart ; 
 
 By thy venom’d tooth tormented, 
 Long-past sins are sore repented. 
 
 Would I then, to soothe my sorrow, 
 
 And my pain awhile forget. 
 
 From the world a comfort borrow, 
 
 I but sink the deeper yet ; 
 
 She hath comforts that but grieve, 
 
 Joys that stinging memories leave. 
 Helpers that my heart are breaking. 
 Friends that do but mock its aching. 
 
 All the world can give is cheating, 
 
 Strengthless all, and merely nought : 
 Have I greatness, it is fleeting ; 
 
 Have I riches, are they aught 
 But a heap of glittering earth ? 
 
 Pleasure ? Little is it worth 
 When it brings no joy or laughter 
 That we shall not rue hereafter. 
 
 All delight, all consolation 
 
 Lies in Thee, Lord Jesus Christ ; 
 Feed my soul with Thy salvation, 
 
 O Thou Bread of Life unpriced 1 
 Blessed Light, within me glow. 
 
 Ere my heart breaks in its woe ; 
 
 O refresh me and uphold me, 
 
 Jesus, come, let me behold Thee. 
 
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 Joy, my soul, for He hath heard thee. 
 
 He will come and enter in 3 
 Lo ! He turns and draweth toward thee. 
 
 Let thy welcome-song begin ; 
 
 Oh prepare thee for such guest. 
 
 Give thee wholly to thy rest. 
 
 With an open’d heart adore Him, 
 
 Pour thy griefs and fears before Him. 
 
 Thy misdeeds are thine no longer. 
 
 He hath cast them in the sea. 
 
 And the love of God shall conquer 
 All the strength of sin in thee. 
 
 Christ is victor in the field, 
 
 Mightiest wrong to Him must yield; 
 
 He with blessing will exalt thee 
 O’er whatever would assault thee. 
 
 What would seem to hurt or shame thee 
 Shall but work thy good at last; 
 
 Since that Christ hath deign’d to claim thee. 
 And His truth stands ever fast ; 
 
 And if thine can but endure. 
 
 There is nought so fix’d and sure, 
 
 As that thou shalt hymn His praises 
 In the happy heavenly places. 
 
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Composed on his journey to Gotha after his unjust expulsion from Krfurt 
 as we are told in the Oration delivered at his grave, “ in the full expe- 
 rience of the unspeakable consolations of the Holy Spirit.” 
 
 that towards eternity 
 Another step is won ! 
 Oh, longing turns my heart to Thee 
 As Time flows slowly on, 
 
 Thou Fountain whence my life is born. 
 Whence those rich streams of grace are drawn 
 Tliat through my being run ! 
 
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I count the hours, the days, the years, 
 That stretch in tedious line. 
 
 Until, O Life, that hour appears. 
 
 When, at Thy touch divine, 
 
 Whate’er is mortal now in me 
 Shall be consumed for aye in Thee, 
 
 And deathless life be mine. 
 
 So glows Thy love within this frame. 
 That, touch’d with keenest fire. 
 
 My whole soul kindles in the flame 
 Of one intense desire. 
 
 To be in Thee, and Thou in me. 
 
 And e’en while yet on earth to be 
 Still pressing closer, nigher ! 
 
 Oh that I soon might Thee behold ! 
 
 I count the moments o’er ; 
 
 Ah come, ere yet my heart grows cold 
 And cannot call Thee more ! 
 
 Come in Thy glory, for Thy Bride 
 Hath girt her for the holy-tide. 
 
 And waiteth at the door. 
 
 And since Thy Spirit sheds abroad 
 The oil of grace in me. 
 
 And Thou art inly near me. Lord, 
 
 And I am lost in Thee, 
 
 So shines in me the Living Light, 
 
 And steadfast burns my lamp and bright. 
 To greet Thee joyously. 
 
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 Come ! is the voice, then, of Thy Bride, 
 She loudly prays Thee come ! 
 
 With faithful heart she long hath cried. 
 Come quickly, Jesus, come ! 
 
 Come, O my Bridegroom, Lamb of God, 
 Thou knowest I am Thine, dear Lord ; 
 Come down and take me home. 
 
 Yet be the hour that none can tell 
 Left wholly to Thy choice. 
 
 Although I know Thou lov’st it well. 
 
 That I with heart and voice 
 Should bid Thee come, and from this day 
 Care but to meet Thee on Thy way. 
 
 And at Thy sight rejoice ! 
 
 I joy that from Thy love divine 
 No power can part me now. 
 
 That I may dare to call Thee mine. 
 
 My Friend, my Lord, avow. 
 
 That I, O Prince of lafe, shall be 
 Made wholly one in heaven with Thee ; 
 My portion. Lord, art Thou ! 
 
 And therefore do my thanks o’erflow, 
 
 That one more year is gone. 
 
 And of this Time, so poor, so slow. 
 Another step is won ; 
 
 And with a heart that may not wait. 
 Toward yonder distant golden gate 
 I journey gladly on. 
 
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And when the wearied hands grow weak, 
 And wearied knees give way, 
 
 To sinking faith, oh quickly speak. 
 
 And make Thine arm my stay; 
 
 That so my heart drink in new strength, 
 And I speed on, nor feel the length 
 Nor steepness of the way ! 
 
 Then on, my soul, with fearless faith, 
 
 Let nought thy terror move ; 
 
 Nor aught that earthly pleasure saith 
 E’er tempt thy steps to rove : 
 
 If slow thy course seem o’er the waste, 
 Mount upwards with the eagle’s haste. 
 
 On wings of tireless love. 
 
 O Jesus, all my soul hath flown 
 Already up to Thee, 
 
 For Thou, in whom is love alone. 
 
 Hast wholly conquer'd me. 
 
 Farewell, ye phantoms, day and year. 
 Eternity is round me here. 
 
 Since, Lord, I live in Thee. 
 
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 E my heart this night rejoices, 
 
 As I hear, 
 
 Far and near. 
 
 Sweetest angel voices ; [singing, 
 “ Christ is born,” their choirs are 
 Till the air 
 Everywhere 
 Now with joy is ringing. 
 
 For it dawns, — the promised morrow 
 Of His birth 
 Who the earth 
 Rescues from her sorrow. 
 
 God to wear our form descendeth, 
 Of His grace 
 To our race 
 
 Here His Son He lendeth : 
 
 Yea, so truly for us careth, 
 
 That His Son 
 All we’ve done 
 As our offering beareth ; 
 
 As our Lamb who, dying for us. 
 Bears our load. 
 
 And to God 
 
 Doth in peace restore us. 
 
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 Ye who pine in weary sadness, \ 
 
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 For the poison’d wounds you’re feeling 
 Help is near, 
 
 One is here 
 
 Mighty for their healing ! 
 
 Hither come, ye poor and wretched ; 
 Know His will 
 Is to fill 
 
 Every hand outstretched ; 
 
 Here are riches without measure. 
 
 Here forget 
 All regret, 
 
 Fill your hearts with treasure. 
 
 Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee ! 
 
 Keep Thou me 
 Close to Thee, 
 
 Cast me not behind Thee ! 
 
 Life of life, my heart Thou stillest ; 
 Calm I rest 
 On Thy breast, 
 
 All this void Thou fillest. 
 
 Thee, dear Lord, with heed I’ll cherish. 
 Live to Thee, 
 
 And with Thee 
 Dying, shall not perish ; 
 
 But shall dwell with Thee for ever, 
 
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 P'ar on high. 
 In the joy 
 
 That can alter never. 
 
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 I was a foe to God, 
 
 I fought in Satan’s host, 
 
 1 trifled all His grace away, 
 
 Alas ! my soul was lost. 
 
 Yet God forgets my sin. 
 
 His heart, with pity moved. 
 
 He gives me. Heavenly Child, in Thee ; 
 Lo ! thus our God hath loved ! 
 
 Once blind with sin and self. 
 
 Along the treacherous way. 
 
 That ends in ruin at the last, 
 
 I hasten’d far astray ; 
 
 Then God sent down His Son ; 
 
 For with a love most deep. 
 
 Most undeserved. His heart still yearn’d 
 O’er me, poor wandering sheep ! 
 
 God with His Life of love 
 To me was far and strange. 
 
 My heart clung only to the world 
 Of sight and sense and change ; 
 
 In Thee, Im.manuel, 
 
 Are God and man made one ; 
 
 In Thee my heart hath peace with God, 
 And union in the Son. 
 
 Oh ponder this, my soul ! 
 
 Our God hath loved us thus, 
 
 That even His only dearest Son 
 He freely giveth us. 
 
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 Thou precious gift of God, 
 
 The pledge and bond of love, 
 
 With thankful heart I kneel to take 
 This treasure from above. 
 
 I kneel beside Thy couch, 
 
 I press Thee to my heart. 
 
 For Thee I gladly all forsake 
 And from the creature part : 
 
 Thou priceless Pearl ! lo, he 
 By whom Thou’rt loved and known. 
 Will give himself and all he hath 
 To win Thee for his own. 
 
 Oh come, Thou Blessed Child, 
 
 Thou Saviour of my soul. 
 
 For ever bound to Thee, my name 
 Among Thy host enrol ! 
 
 Oh deign to take my heart. 
 
 And let Thy heart be mine. 
 
 That all my love flow out to Thee, 
 And lose itself in Thine ! 
 
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 The Paradise where oft my soul would feed : 
 
 Here is the place, my Lord, 
 
 Where lies the Eternal Word 
 Clothed with our flesh, made like to us indeed. 
 
 For He whose mighty sway 
 The winds and seas obey. 
 
 Submits to serve, and stoops to those who sin ; 
 The glorious Son of God 
 Doth bear the mortal load 
 Of earth and dust, like us and all our kin. 
 
 For thus, O Good Supreme, 
 
 Wilt Thou our flesh redeem. 
 
 And raise it to Thy throne o’er every height : 
 Eternal Strength, here Thou 
 To brotherhood dost bow 
 With transient things that pass like mists of night. 
 
 Thy glory and Thy joy 
 All woe and grief destroy; 
 
 Thou, Heavenly Treasure, dost all wealth restore ! 
 Thou deep and living Well ! 
 
 Thou, great Immanuel, 
 
 Dost conquer sin and death for evermore ! 
 
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 Then come, whoe’er thou art, 
 
 O poor desponding heart. 
 
 Take courage now, let this thy fears dispel. 
 
 That since His Son most dear 
 Thy God hath given thee here. 
 
 It cannot be but God doth love thee well. 
 
 How often dost thou think 
 That thou must surely sink. 
 
 That hope and comfort are no more for thee ; 
 Come hither then and gaze 
 Upon this Infant’s face. 
 
 And here the love of God incarnate see. 
 
 Ah now the blessed door 
 Stands open evermore 
 
 To all the joys of this world and the next : 
 
 This Babe will be our Friend, 
 
 And quickly make an end 
 Of all that faithful hearts long time hath vex’d. 
 
 Then, earth, we care no more 
 To seek thy richest store. 
 
 If but this treasure will be still our own ; 
 
 And he who holds it fast. 
 
 Till all this life is past. 
 
 Our Lord will crown with joy before His throne. 
 
 

 In heaven for ever stands Thy throne, 
 Thy kingdom hath no end : 
 
 Oh now to all men, far and near. 
 Lord, make it known, we pray. 
 That as in heaven all creatures here 
 May know Thee and obey. 
 
 The Eastern sages gladly bring 
 Their tribute-gifts to Thee ; 
 
 They witness that Thou art their King, 
 And humbly’ bow the knee; 
 
 To Thee the Morning Star doth lead. 
 To Thee th’ inspired Word, 
 
 AVe hail Thee, Saviour in our need. 
 
 We worship Thee, the Lord. 
 
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 Ah look on me with pitying grace, 
 Though weak and poor I be. 
 Within Thy kingdom grant a place 
 Secure and blest to me ! 
 
 Oh rescue me from all my woes, 
 
 And shield me with Thine arm 
 From Sin and Death, the mighty foes 
 That daily seek our harm ! 
 
 And bid Thy Word, the fairest Star, 
 Within us clearly shine; 
 
 Keep sin and all false doctrine far. 
 
 Since Thou hast claim’d us Thine : 
 Let us Thy name aright confess, 
 
 And, with Thy Christendom, 
 
 Our King and Saviour own and bless 
 Through all the world to come. 
 
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 And in Thy fold with us rejoice. 
 
 m our true and only Light, 
 Illumine those who sit in night, 
 
 Let those afar now hear Thy voice, 
 
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 f Fill with the radiance of Thy grace 
 The souls now lost in error’s maze. 
 
 And all whom in their secret minds 
 * Some dark delusion hurts and blinds. 
 
 And all who else have stray’d from Thee, 
 Oh gently seek ! Thy healing be 
 To every wounded conscience given. 
 
 And let them also share Thy heaven. 
 
 Oh make the deaf to hear Thy word. 
 
 And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, 
 Who dare not yet the faith avow. 
 
 Though secretly they hold it now. 
 
 Shine on the darken’d and the cold. 
 
 Recall the wanderers from Thy fold. 
 
 Unite those now who walk apart. 
 
 Confirm the weak and doubting heart. 
 
 So they with us may evermore 
 Such grace with wondering thanks adore. 
 And endless praise to Thee be given 
 By all Thy Church in earth and heaven. 
 
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 Toy flrOr* athirst to know 
 
 That the King of heaven and earth 
 Deigns to dwell with man below, 
 
 Yea, hath stoop’d to mortal birth 1 
 Search the Word with ceaseless care 
 Till thou find this treasure there. 
 
 ^Vith the sages from afar 
 
 Journey on o’er sea and land. 
 Till thou see the Morning Star 
 O’er thy heart unchanging 
 stand ; 
 
 Then shalt thou behold His face 
 Full of mercy, truth, and grace. 
 
 For if Christ be born within. 
 Soon that likeness shall appear 
 AVhich the heart had lost through 
 sin, [clear ; 
 
 God’s own image fair and 
 And the soul, serene and bright, 
 Mirrors back His heavenly light. 
 
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 But that Thou shouldst dwell in me ; 
 
 Let this only fill my thought. 
 
 How I may grow liker Thee, 
 
 Through this earthly care and strife. 
 
 Through the calm eternal life. 
 
 With the wise who know Thee right, 
 
 Though the world accounts them fools, 
 
 I will praise Thee day and night, 
 
 I will order by Thy rules 
 All my life, that it may be 
 Fill’d with praise and love of Thee. 
 
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 How when children came He bless’d them, 
 Suffer’d no man to reprove, 
 
 Took them in His arms, and press’d them 
 To His heart with words of love. 
 
 How to all the sick and tearful 
 Help was ever gladly shown ; 
 
 How He sought the poor and fearful. 
 
 Call’d them brothers and His own. 
 
 How no contrite soul e’er sought Him, 
 
 And was bidden to depart; 
 
 How with gentle words He taught him. 
 Took the death from out his heart. 
 
 Still I read the ancient story. 
 
 And my joy is ever new, 
 
 How for us He left His glory. 
 
 How He still is kind and true. 
 
 How the flock He gently leadeth 
 Whom His Father gave Him here ; 
 
 How His arms Fie widely spreadeth 
 To His heart to draw us near. 
 
 Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee, 
 
 Let my heart in tears o’erflow. 
 
 Melted by Thy love adore Thee, 
 
 Blest in Thee ’mid joy or woe ! 
 
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 My heart, beneath thy load, \ 
 
 Or from the battle shrinkest, j 
 
 And murmurest at thy God ; j 
 Then I will lead thee hither, j 
 
 To wateh thy Saviour’s prayer, ! 
 
 And learn from His endurance i 
 
 How thou shouldst also bear. | 
 
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 What sharpest sorrows strike Him, | 
 
 What anguish deep and dark, — I 
 
 That earnest cry to spare Him, j 
 
 The trial scarce begun ? I 
 
 Yet still He saith : “My Father, \ 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” j 
 
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 Oh wherefore doth His spirit 
 Such bitter conflict know 1 
 
 What sins, what crimes could merit 
 Such deep and awful woe ? 
 
 So pure are not the heavens, 
 
 So clear the noonday sun, 
 
 And yet He saith : “ My Father, 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” 
 
 Oh mark that night of sorrow, 
 
 That agony of prayer; 
 
 No friend can watch till morrow 
 His grief to soothe and share ; 
 
 Oh where shall He find comfort? 
 With God, with God alone ; 
 
 And still He saith : “ My Father, 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !” 
 
 Hath life for Him no gladness. 
 
 No joy the light of day? 
 
 Can He then feel no sadness. 
 When heart and hope give way ? 
 
 That cup of mortal anguish 
 One bitter cry hath won. 
 
 That it might pass: “Yet, Father, 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” 
 
 And who the cup prepared Him, 
 And who the poison gave ? 
 
 ’Twas one He loved ensnared Him, 
 ’Twas those He came to save. 
 
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 Oh sharpest pain, to suffer 
 Betray’d and mock’d — alone ; 
 
 Yet still He saith : “ My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” 
 
 But what is joy or living, 
 
 What treachery or death. 
 
 When all His work. His striving, 
 
 Seems hanging on His breath '? 
 
 Oh can it stand without Him, 
 
 That work but just begun ? 
 
 Yet still He saith : “ My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” 
 
 He speaks ; no more He shrinketh, 
 Himself He offers up ; 
 
 He sees it all, yet drinketh 
 For us that bitter cup. 
 
 He goes to meet the traitor. 
 
 The cross He will not shun, — 
 
 He saith: “I come, my Father; 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” 
 
 My Saviour, I will never 
 Forget Thy word of grace, 
 
 But still repeat it ever. 
 
 Through good and evil days ; 
 
 And looking up to Heaven, 
 
 Till all my race is run, 
 
 I’ll humbly say : “ My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! ” 
 
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 world ! behold upon the tree 
 I'hy Life is hanging now for thee, 
 
 Thy Saviour yields His dying breath ; 
 
 The mighty Prince of glory now 
 For thee doth unresisting bow 
 
 To cruel stripes, to scorn and death. 
 
 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well ; 
 Behold the drops of blood that tell 
 
 How sore His conflict with the foe : 
 
 And hark ! how from that noble heart, 
 
 Sigh after sigh doth slowly start 
 
 From depths of yet unfathom’d woe. 
 
 Alas ! my Saviour, who could dare 
 Bid Thee such bitter anguish bear. 
 
 What evil heart entreat Thee thus ? 
 
 For Thou art good, hast wronged none, 
 
 As we and ours too oft have done ; 
 
 Thou hast not sinn’d, dear Lord, like us. 
 
 I and my sins, that number more 
 Than yonder sands upon the shore. 
 
 Have brought to pass this agony; 
 
 'Tis I have caused the floods of woe 
 That now Thy dying soul o’erflow. 
 
 And those sad hearts that watch by Thee. 
 
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 ’Tis I to whom these pains belong, 
 
 ’Tis I should suffer for iny wrong : 
 
 Bound hand and foot in heavy chains, 
 The scourge, the fetters, whatsoe’er 
 Thou bearest, ’tis my soul should bear, 
 
 For she hath well deserved such pains. 
 
 Yet Thou dost even for my sake 
 On Thee in love the burdens take 
 
 That weigh’d my spirit to the ground; 
 Yes, Thou art made a curse for me, 
 
 That I might yet be blest through Thee ; 
 My healing in Thy wounds is found. 
 
 To save me from the monster’s power. 
 
 From Death that all things would devour. 
 Thyself into his jaws dost leap ; 
 
 My death I'hou takest thus away. 
 
 And buriest in Thy grave for aye, 
 
 O love most strangely true and deep ! 
 
 From henceforth there is nought of mine 
 But I would seek to make it Thine, 
 
 Since all myself to Thee I owe. 
 Whate’er my utmost powers can do. 
 
 To Thee to render service true. 
 
 Here at Thy feet I lay it low. 
 
 Ah ! little have I, Lord, to give, 
 
 So poor, so base the life I live. 
 
 But yet, till soul and body part. 
 
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 This one thing I will do for Thee — 
 
 The woe, the death endured for me, 
 
 I’ll cherish in my inmost heart. 
 
 Thy cross shall be before my sight. 
 
 My hope, my joy, by day and night, 
 
 Whate’er I do, where’er I rove ; 
 
 And, gazing, I will gather thence 
 The form of spotless innocence, 
 
 The seal of faultless truth and love. 
 
 And from Thy sorrows will I learn 
 How fiercely doth God’s anger burn. 
 
 How terribly His thunders roll. 
 
 How sorely this our loving God 
 Can smite with His avenging rod. 
 
 How deep His floods o’erwhelm the soul. 
 
 And I will study to adorn 
 
 My heart with meekness under scorn, 
 
 AVith gentle patience in distress. 
 
 With faithful love, that yearning cleaves 
 d'o those o’er whom to death it grieves. 
 
 Whose sins its very soul ojipress. 
 
 When evil tongues with stinging blame 
 Would cast dishonour on my name. 
 
 I’ll curb the passions that upstart; 
 
 And take injustice patiently, 
 
 And pardon, as Thou pardon’s! me. 
 
 With an ungrudging generous heart. 
 
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 And I will nail me to Thy cross, 
 
 And learn to count all things but dross 
 Wherein the flesh doth pleasure take; 
 Whate’er is hateful in Thine eyes, 
 
 With all the strength that in me lies. 
 
 Will 1 cast from me and forsake. 
 
 Thy heavy groans. Thy bitter sighs. 
 
 The tears that from Thy dying eyes 
 
 Were shed when Thou wast sore oppress’d. 
 Shall be with me, when at the last 
 Myself on Thee I wholly cast. 
 
 And enter with Thee into rest. 
 
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 The crown that hath no thorn ! 
 
 Ah then, teach me duly 
 To worship at Ihy cross, 
 Owning inly, truly. 
 
 The Love that bore our loss. 
 
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 From henceforth daily die ; 
 
 Nor in death forget me : 
 
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 ^ Nought beside on earth count deai ! 
 May He mine for ever prove, 
 
 Who is now so inly near ! 
 
 Here I stand : whate’er may come. 
 Days of sunshine or of gloom, 
 
 From this word I will not move ; 
 
 Him upon the cross I love ! 
 
 What true love must often bring ; 
 Want and grief have sorest smart. 
 
 Care and scorn can sharply sting ; 
 Nay, but if Thy will were such, 
 
 Bitterest death were not too much ! 
 
 Dark though here my course may prove. 
 Him upon the cross I love ! 
 
 Rather sorrows such as these. 
 
 Rather love’s acutest pain. 
 
 Than without Him days ot ease, 
 
 Riches false and honours vain. 
 
 Count me strange, when I am true. 
 
 What He hates I will not do ; 
 
 Sneers no more my heart can move ; 
 Him upon the cross I love ! 
 
 Know ye whence my strength is drawn. 
 Fearless thus the fight to wage? 
 
 Why my heart can laugh to scorn 
 Fleshly weakness, Satan’s rage ? 
 
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 Mighty is that love unpriced ! 
 
 What can grieve me, what can move 1 
 Him upon the cross I love ! 
 
 Once the eyes that now are dim 
 Shall discern the changeless love 
 That hath led us home to Him, 
 
 That hath crown’d us far above : 
 Would to God that all below 
 What that love is now might know, 
 And their hearts this word approve ; 
 Him upon the cross I love! 
 
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sore-oppress’d, 
 
 Lth rest 
 
 still grave art keeping ! 
 
 All Thy labour now is done, 
 
 Past is all Thy weeping ! 
 
 The strife is o’er, 
 
 Nought hurts Thee more. 
 
 The heart at last hath slumber’d, 
 
 That in conflict sore for us 
 Bore our sins unnumber’d. 
 
 Thou awful tomb, 
 
 Once fill’d with gloom ! 
 
 How blessed and how holy 
 Art thou now, since in the grave 
 Slept the Saviour lowly ! 
 
 How calm and blest 
 The dead now rest 
 Who in the Lord departed ! 
 
 All their works do follow them. 
 
 Yea, they sleep glad-hearted. 
 
 O lead us Thou, 
 
 To rest e’en now. 
 
 With all who, sorely anguish’d 
 ’Neath the burden of their sins. 
 
 Long in woe have languish’d. 
 
 
 
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 who, our souls 
 
 Didst rest and slumber in the grave, 
 Now grant us all in Thee to rest. 
 And here to live as seems Thee best. 
 
 Give us the strength, the dauntless faith, 
 That Thou hast purchased with Thy death. 
 And lead us to that glorious place. 
 
 Where we shall see the Father’s face. 
 
 O Lamb of God ! who once w'ast slain. 
 
 We thank Thee for that bitter pain ! 
 
 Let us partake Thy death that w'e 
 May enter into life wdth Thee ! 
 
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t^I^S LORD is risen again ! 
 Christ hath broken every chain ! 
 
 Hark, the angels shout for joy, 
 
 Singing evermore on high. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who gave for us His life. 
 
 Who for us endured the strife. 
 
 Is our Paschal Lamb to-day ! 
 
 We too sing for joy, and say : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 
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 He who bore all pain and loss 
 Comfortless upon the cross. 
 
 Lives in glory now on high. 
 
 Pleads for us and hears our cry : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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He whose path no records tell, 
 
 Who descended into hell, 
 
 Who the strong man arm'd hath bound, 
 Now in highest heaven is crown’d : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who slumber’d in the grave, 
 
 Is exalted now to save ; 
 
 Now through Christendom it rings 
 That the Lamb is King of kings ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Now He bids us tell abroad, 
 
 How the lost may be restored, 
 
 How the penitent forgiven, 
 
 How we too may enter heaven. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed, 
 
 Christ, to-day Thy people feed ; 
 
 Take our sins and guilt away, 
 
 That we all may sing for aye. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 
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 rp yet the dawn hath fill’d the skies 
 Behold my Saviour Christ arise, 
 
 He chaseth from us sin and night, 
 And brings us joy and life and light ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 O stronger Thou than Death and Hell, 
 
 Where is the foe Thou canst not quell 1 
 What heavy stone Thou canst not roll 
 From off the prison’d, anguish’d soul 1 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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If Jesus lives, can I be sad I 
 I know He loves me, and am glad ; 
 
 Though all the world were dead to me. 
 
 Enough, O Christ, if I have Thee ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He feeds me, comforts and defends. 
 
 And when I die His angel sends 
 To bear me whither He is gone. 
 
 For of His own He loseth none. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 No more to fear or grief I bow, 
 
 God and the angels love me now ; 
 
 The joys prepared for me to-day 
 Drive fear and mourning far away ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Strong Champion ! For this comfort see 
 The whole world brings her thanks to Thee; 
 And once we too shall raise above 
 More sweet and loud the song we love ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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 to all men, far and near, 
 That He is risen again ; 
 
 That He is with us now and here. 
 And ever shall remain. 
 
 And what I say, let each this morn 
 Go tell it to his friend. 
 
 That soon in every place shall dawn 
 His kingdom without end. 
 
 Now first to souls who thus awake 
 Seems earth a fatherland, 
 
 A new and endless life they take 
 With rapture from His hand. 
 
 The fears of death and of the grave 
 Are whelm’d beneath the sea. 
 
 And every heart now light and brave 
 May face the things to be. 
 
 The way of darkness that He trod 
 To heaven at last shall come. 
 
 And he who hearkens to His word 
 Shall reach His Father’s home. 
 
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 Now let the mourner 
 grieve no more, 
 
 Though his beloved 
 sleep, 
 
 A happier meeting shall 
 restore 
 
 Their light to eyes 
 that weep. 
 
 Now every heart each 
 noble deed 
 
 With new resolve may 
 dare, 
 
 A glorious harvest shall 
 the seed 
 
 In brightest regions 
 bear. 
 
 He lives, His presence 
 hath not ceased, 
 
 Though foes and fears 
 be rife ; 
 
 And thus we hail in 
 Easter’s feast 
 
 A world renew’d to 
 life! 
 
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 O Life of all that live ! 
 
 ■ To-day that peace of Easter bring 
 
 Which only Thou canst give! 
 
 Once Death, our foe, 
 
 Had laid Thee low ; 
 hast Thou rent his bonds in twain. 
 Thou art risen who once wast slain 1 
 
 The power of Thy great majesty 
 Bursts rocks and tombs away ; 
 
 Thy victory raises us with Thee 
 Into the glorious day ; 
 
 Now Satan’s might 
 And Death’s dark night 
 Have lost their power this blessed morn. 
 And we to higher life are born. 
 
 Oh that our hearts might inly know 
 Thy victory over death, 
 
 And gazing on Thy conflict glow 
 With eager, dauntless faith ! 
 
 
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 Thy quenchless light, 
 
 Thy glorious might, 
 
 Still comfortless and lonely leave 
 The soul that cannot yet believe. 
 
 Then break through our hard hearts Idiy way, 
 O Jesus, Conquering King! 
 
 Kindle the lamp of faith to-day. 
 
 Teach our faint hearts to sing 
 For joy at length. 
 
 That in Thy strength 
 We too may rise whom sin had slain. 
 
 And Thy eternal rest attain. 
 
 And when our tears for sin o’erflow. 
 
 Do Thou in love draw near. 
 
 The precious gift of peace bestow. 
 
 Shine on us bright and clear; 
 
 That so may we, 
 
 O Christ, from Thee 
 Drink in the life that cannot die. 
 
 And keep true Easter feasts on high. 
 
 Yes, let us truly know within 
 Thy rising from the dead. 
 
 And quit the grave of death and sin. 
 
 And keep that gift, our Head^ 
 
 That Thou didst leave 
 For all who cleave 
 
 To Thee through all this earthly strife — 
 
 So shall we enter into life. 
 
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 m with longing, sick with fears, 
 Towards Emmaus slowly go 
 'Fwo whose eyes are dim with tears, 
 And their hearts oppress’d with wo : 
 
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 Of their rui.i’d hopes they talk; 
 
 Yet while thus they sadly walk, 
 
 Jesus is not far away, 
 
 And their fears shall soon allay. 
 
 Ah ! and still how many a heart 
 Onward toils in silent gr'ef. 
 
 Mourning o’er its woes apart, 
 
 Hopeless now of all relief ; 
 
 Oft it seeks to walk alone, 
 
 But to weep its fill unknown ; 
 
 Yet my Jesus cometh now. 
 
 Asking, wherefore weepest thou ? 
 
 Many a time I’ve felt indeed 
 That He leaves me ne’er alone; 
 
 In the hour of utmost need 
 Then Himself He maketh known ; 
 When in sorrow I consume 
 As though He no more could come, 
 
 Lo ! I find Him more than near, 
 Quickly with His help He’s here. 
 
 Truest Friend, who canst not fail me. 
 Evermore abide with me ; 
 
 When the world would most assail me, 
 Then Thy presence let me see ; 
 When its heaviest thunders roll, 
 
 Shelter Thou my trembling soul. 
 
 Come and in my spirit rest, 
 
 I will do what seems Thee best. 
 
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 l^ord, then bid me think of this, 
 That my Saviour loves me still. 
 
 And that I am surely His : 
 
 More of Thy word let me learn, 
 
 Till my heart within me burn. 
 
 Fill’d with love, and in Thy Liglm 
 Learn to know her Lord aright. 
 
 Comfort those who, fill’d with gloom. 
 Lonely on their journey go, 
 
 Or within their silent room 
 
 Cry to Thee from depths of wo ; 
 When they leave the world apart. 
 There to weep out all their heart. 
 
 Let them hear Thy whisper mild ; 
 Wherefore dost thou mourn, my child ? 
 
 When life’s day hath fleeted by. 
 
 When the night of death is near. 
 When in vain the darken’d eye 
 
 Seeks some stay, some helper here : 
 Then Thy followers’ prayer fulfil, 
 
 Then abide Thou with us still ; 
 
 Till Thou give us peace and rest, 
 
 Stay, oh stay, Thou noble Guest ! 
 
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 our Lord went up on high, 
 And so our songs we raise ; 
 
 To Him with strong desire we cry 
 To keep us in His grace, 
 
 For we poor sinners here beneath 
 Are dwelling still ’mid woe and death, 
 
 All hope in Him we place. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Thank God that now the way is made ! 
 
 The cherub-guarded door. 
 
 Through Him on whom our help was laid, 
 Stands open evermore ; 
 
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Who knoweth this is glad at heart, 
 And swift prepares him to depart 
 
 Where Christ is gone before. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Our heavenward course begins when we 
 Have found our Father, God, 
 
 And join us to His sons, and flee 
 The paths that once we trod; 
 
 For He looks down, and they look up. 
 They feel His love, they live in hope, 
 Until they meet their Lord. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Then all the depths of joy that lie 
 In this day we shall know. 
 
 When we are made like Him on high. 
 Whom we confess below; 
 
 When bathed in life’s eternal flood 
 We dwell with Him, the highest Good : 
 God grant us this to know ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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 1^00 Christ is gone to heaven, His home 
 I too must one day share ; 
 
 And in this hope I overcome 
 
 All anguish, all despair; 
 
 Since Christ hath reach’d His glorious throne 
 And mighty gifts are His, 
 
 My heart can rest in heaven alone, 
 
 On earth my Lord I miss; 
 
 I long to be with Him on high. 
 
 And heart and thoughts would hourly fly 
 Where now my treasure is. 
 
 From Thy ascension let such grace. 
 
 My Lord, be found in me, 
 
 That steadfast faith may guide my ways 
 Unfaltering up to Thee, 
 
 And at Thy voice I may depart 
 
 With joy to dwell where Thou, Lord, art ; 
 
 Oh grant this prayer to me ! 
 
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 I'or where the Head is, well we know 
 The members He hath left below 
 
 In time He gathers there. 
 
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 onqupFing Prince and Lord of glory ! 
 
 Majesty enthroned in light ! 
 
 All the heavens are bow’d before Thee, 
 Far beyond them spreads Thy might; 
 Shall I fall not at Thy feet, 
 
 And my heart with rapture beat. 
 
 Now Thy glory is display’d. 
 
 Thine ere yet the worlds were made ? 
 
 Far and wide. Thou heavenly Sun, 
 
 Now Thy brightness streams abroad, 
 And Heaven’s host anew hath won 
 Light and gladness from its Lord ; 
 Hark, how yon unnumber’d throng 
 Welcome Thee with joyous song ! 
 
 See Thy children weak and few 
 Here would cry Hosanna too! 
 
 Of Thy cup shall I not drink. 
 
 Now Thy glories o’er me shine? 
 
 Shall my courage ever sink. 
 
 Now I know all power is Thine ? 
 
 I will trust Thee, O my King, 
 
 And will fear no earthly thing ; 
 Henceforth will I bow the knee 
 To no ruler, save to Thee. 
 
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 Power and Spirit now o’erflow, 
 
 On me also be they pour’d, 
 
 Till Thy last and mightiest foe 
 
 Hath been made Thy footstool, Lord : 
 Yea, let earth’s remotest end 
 To Thy righteous sceptre bend. 
 
 Make Thy way before Thee plain. 
 
 O’er all hearts and spirits reign. 
 
 Lo ! Thy presence filleth now 
 All Thy Church in every place. 
 
 To my heart, oh enter Thou, 
 
 See it thirsteth for Thy grace ! 
 
 Come, Thou King of glory, come. 
 
 Deign to make my heart Thy home. 
 There abide and rule alone. 
 
 As upon Thy heavenly throne ! 
 
 Parting, dost Thou bring Thy life, 
 
 God and heaven, most inly near : 
 
 Let me rise o’er earthly strife. 
 
 As though still I saw Thee here, 
 
 And my heart transplanted hence. 
 
 Strange to earth and time and sense. 
 Dwell with Thee in heaven e’en now. 
 Where our only joy art Thou ! 
 
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^Fsns, if the seraphim, 
 
 The burning host that near Thee stand, 
 p Before Thy Majesty are dim, 
 
 And veil their face at Thy command ; 
 How shall these mortal eyes of mine, 
 
 Now dark with evil’s hateful night, 
 
 Endure to gaze upon the light 
 That aye surrounds that throne of Thine ? 
 
 Yet grant the eye of faith, O Lord, 
 To pierce within the Holy Place, 
 For I am saved and Thou adored. 
 If I am quicken’d by Thy grace. 
 
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Behold, O King, before Thy throne 
 
 My soul in lowly love doth bend; 
 
 Oh show Thyself her gracious Friend, 
 And say, “ I choose thee for mine own.” 
 
 Have mercy. Lord of love, for long 
 My spirit for Thy mercy sighs, 
 
 My inmost soul hath found a tongue : 
 
 “ Be merciful, O God ! ” she cries. 
 
 I know Thou wilt not bid me go; 
 
 Thou canst not be ungracious. Lord, 
 
 To one for whom Thy blood was pour'd, 
 Whose guilt was cancell’d by Thy woe. 
 
 Here in Thy gracious hands I fall. 
 
 To Thee I cling with faith’s embrace : 
 
 O righteous Sovereign, hear my call. 
 
 And turn, oh turn, to me in grace ! 
 
 For through Thy sorrows I am just. 
 
 And guilt no more in me is found : 
 
 Thus reconciled, my soul is bound 
 To Thee in endless love and trust. 
 
 And let Thy wisdom be my guide. 
 
 Nor take Thy light from me away ; 
 
 Thy grace be ever at my side, 
 
 That from the path I may not stray 
 Which Thou dost love, but evermore 
 In steadfast faith my course fulfil, 
 
 And keep Thy word, and do Thy will. 
 
 Thy love within. Thy heaven before ! 
 
Reach down and arm me with Thy hand, 
 
 And strengthen me with inner might, 
 
 That I through faith may strive and stand, 
 Though craft and force against me fight : 
 
 So shall the kingdom of Thy love 
 
 Be through me and within me spread, 
 
 That honours Thee, our glorious Head, 
 
 And crowneth us in realms above. 
 
 Yes, yes, to Thee my soul would cleave ; 
 
 Oh choose it. Saviour, for Thy throne ! 
 Couldst Thou in love to me once leave 
 The glory that was all Thine own. 
 
 So honour Thou my life and heart 
 
 That Thou mayst find a heaven in me ; 
 And when this house decay’d shall be. 
 Then grant the heaven where now Thou art. 
 
 To Thee I rise in faith on high. 
 
 Oh bend Thou down in love to me ! 
 
 Let nothing rob me of this joy. 
 
 That all my soul is fill’d with Thee ; 
 
 As long as I have life and breath. 
 
 Thee will I honour, fear, and love ; 
 
 And when this heart hath ceased to move, 
 Yet Love shall live and conquer death. 
 
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 Pour into our heart and mind 
 
 Wisdom, counsel, truth, and love ; 
 That we be to nought inclined. 
 
 Save what Thou mayst well approve 
 I.et Thy knowledge spread and grow. 
 Working error’s overthrow. 
 
 Guide us. Lord, from day to day. 
 Keep us in the paths of grace. 
 Clear all hindrances away 
 
 That might foil us in the race ; 
 When we stumble hear our call, 
 ^Vork repentance for our fall. 
 
 Witness in our hearts that God 
 
 Counts us children through His Son 
 That our Father’s gentle rod 
 Smites us for our good alone ; 
 
 So when tried, perplex’d, distrest. 
 
 In His love we still may rest. 
 
 Quicken us to seek His face 
 Freely, with a trusting heart ; 
 
 In our prayers oh breathe Thy grace. 
 Go with us when we depart ; 
 
 So shall our request be heard. 
 
 And our faith to joy be stirr’d. 
 
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 And whene’er a yearning strong 
 Presses out the bitter cry, 
 
 “ Ah my God, how long, how long ? ” 
 Then oh let me find Thee nigh, 
 And Thy words of healing balm 
 Bring me courage, patience, calm. 
 
 Spirit Thou of strength and power. 
 Thou new Spirit God hath given. 
 Aid us in temptation’s hour. 
 
 Train and perfect us for heaven ; 
 Arm us in the battle-field. 
 
 Leave us never there to yield. 
 
 Lord, preserve us in the faith. 
 Suffer nought to drive us thence. 
 Neither Satan, scorn, nor death; 
 
 Be our God and our defence; 
 Though the flesh resist Thy will. 
 Let Thy \yord be stronger still. 
 
 And at last when we must die. 
 
 Oh assure the sinking heart 
 Of the glorious realm on high 
 Where Thou healest every smart. 
 Of the joys unspeakable 
 Where our God would have us dwell. 
 
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iDPPte! Joy the soul can know, 
 Fairest Light was ever shed, 
 Who alike in joy or woe 
 Leavest none unvisited ; 
 
 Spirit of the Highest God, 
 
 Lord from whom is life bestow d, 
 
 Who upholdest everything, 
 
 Hear me, hear me, while I sing ! ' 
 
 For the noblest gift Thou art 
 That a soul e’er sought or won, 
 Have I wish’d Thee to my heart, 
 
 Then my wishing all is done ; 
 

 Ah then yield Thee, nor refuse 
 Here to dwell, for Thou didst choose 
 This my heart, from e’en its birth. 
 
 For Thy temple here on earth. 
 
 Thou art shed like gentlest showers 
 From the Father and the Son, 
 Bringest to this earth of ours 
 
 Purest blessing from their throne ; 
 Suffer then, O noble Guest, 
 
 That rich gift by Thee possest. 
 
 Which Thou givest at Thy will 
 All my soul and flesh to fill. 
 
 Thou art wise, before Thee stand 
 Hidden things unveil’d to Thee, 
 Countest up the grains of sand, 
 Fathomest the deepest sea. 
 
 And Thou knowest well how blind, 
 Dark and crooked is my mind ; 
 
 Give me wisdom, in Thy light 
 Let me please my God aright. 
 
 Thou art holy, enterest in 
 
 Where pure hearts Thy coming wait. 
 But Thou fleest shame and sin. 
 
 Craft and falsehood Thou dost hate ; 
 Wash me then, O Well of grace. 
 
 Every stain and spot efface, 
 
 Let me flee what thou dost flee. 
 
 Grant me what Thou lov’st to see. 
 
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Thou art loving, hatest strife, 
 
 As a lamb of patient mood, 
 
 Calm through all our restless life, 
 
 E’en to sinners kind and good; 
 Grant me too this noble mind, 
 
 To be calm and true and kind, 
 
 Loving every friend or foe. 
 
 Grieving none whom Thou dost know. 
 
 AVell contented is my heart. 
 
 If but Thou reject me not ; 
 
 If ‘but Thou wilt ne’er depart, 
 
 I am blest whate’er my lot ; 
 
 Thine for ever make me now. 
 
 And to Thee, my Lord, I vow 
 Here and yonder to employ 
 Every power for Thee with joy. 
 
 Be my help when danger’s nigh. 
 
 When I sink hold Thou me up, 
 
 Be my life when I must die. 
 
 In the grave be Thou my hope; 
 Bring me when I rise again 
 To the land that knows no pain. 
 Where Thy followers from Thy stream 
 Drink for ever joys supreme. 
 
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 Church of Christ that He hath hallow’d here 
 To be His house, is scatter’d far and near, 
 
 In North and South and East and West abroad. 
 And yet in earth and heaven, through Christ her 
 Lord, 
 
 The Church is one. 
 
 One merhber knoweth not another here, ’ 
 
 And yet their fellowship is true and near. 
 
 One is their Saviour, and their Father one. 
 
 One Spirit rules them, and among them none 
 
 Lives to himself 
 
 They live to Him who bought them with His blood, 
 Baptized them with His Spirit pure and good, 
 
 And in true faith and ever-burning love 
 Their hearts and hope ascend to seek above 
 
 The eternal Good. 
 
 O Spirit of the Lord, all life is Thine, 
 
 Now fill Thy Church with life and power divine, 
 
 That many children may be born to Thee, 
 
 And spread Thy knowledge like the boundless sea. 
 
 To God’s great praise. 
 
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 proclaims her honour 
 
 HE 
 
 THAT 
 HATH AN 
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 LET HIM 
 HEAR 
 
 WHAT 
 THE SPIRIT 
 
 SAITH 
 UNTO THE 
 CHURCHES 
 
 TO 
 
 HIM THAT 
 OVERCOM ETH 
 WILL I GIVE 
 TO EAT 
 OF THE TREE 
 OF LIFE 
 
 And her strength is only this : 
 
 God hath laid His choice upon her, 
 And the work she doth is His. 
 
 He His Church hath firmly founded, 
 He will guard what He began ; 
 
 We, by sin and foes surrounded. 
 
 Build her bulwarks as we can. 
 
 Frail and fleeting are our powers. 
 Short our days, our foresight dim. 
 
 And we own the choice not ours. 
 
 We were chosen first by Him. 
 
 Onward then! for nought despairing, 
 Calm we follow at His word. 
 
 Thus through joy and sorrow bearing 
 Faithful witness to our Lord. 
 
 WHICH IS IN 
 THE MIDST 
 ^ OF PARA- 
 
 Though we here must strive with weakness. 
 Though in tears we often bend. 
 
 What His might began in meekness 
 Shall achieve a glorious end. 
 
 Rev. ii. 7. 
 
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 oh spread, ihou mighty Word, 
 Spread the kingdom of the Lord, 
 Wheresoe’er His breath has given 
 Life to beings meant for heaven. 
 
 Tell them how the Father’s will 
 Made the world, and keeps it still, 
 How He sent His Son to save 
 All who help and comfort crave. 
 
 Tell of our Redeemer’s love, 
 Who for ever doth remove 
 By His holy sacrifice, 
 
 All the guilt that on us lies. 
 
 Tell them of the Spirit given 
 Now, to guide us up to heaven. 
 Strong and holy, just and true. 
 Working both to will and do. 
 
 Word of Life ! most pure and strong, 
 Lo! for Thee the nations long; 
 Spread, till from its dreary night 
 All the world awakes to light. 
 
 Up, the ripening fields ye see. 
 
 Mighty shall the harvest be. 
 
 But the reapers still are few. 
 
 Great the work they have to do- 
 
 Lord of harvest, let there be 
 Joy and strength to work for Thee, 
 Till the nations far and. near 
 See Thy Light, and learn Thy fear. 
 
 
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 Fount of blessing we adore ! 
 Lo ! we unlock our lips before 
 Thy Godhead’s deep of holiness, 
 
 Oh deign to hear us now and bless. 
 
 The Lord, the Maker, with us dwell. 
 
 In soul and body shield us well. 
 
 And guard us with His sleepless might 
 From every ill by day and night ! 
 
 The Lord, the Saviour, Light Divine, 
 Now cause His face on us to shine. 
 That seeing Him, with perfect faith 
 We trust His love for life and death ! 
 
 The Lord, the Comforter, be near. 
 Imprint His image deeply here. 
 
 From bonds of sin and dread release, 
 And give us His unchanging peace ! 
 
 O Triune God ! Thou vast abyss ! 
 Thou ever-flowing Fount of bliss. 
 
 Flow through us, heart and soul and will 
 With endless praise and blessing fill ! 
 
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 a%P-pfiF, that hath so truly watch’d, 
 
 ~ O Father-hand, that hath so gently led, 
 
 O Father-heart, that by my prayer is touch'd. 
 That loved me first when I was cold and dead : 
 nW Still do Thou lead me on with faithful care 
 
 The narrow path to heaven where I would go, 
 
 ^ And train me for the life that waits me there. 
 
 Alike through love and loss, through weal and wo. 
 
 O my Redeemer, who for me wast slain. 
 
 Who bringest me forgiveness and release. 
 
 Whose death has ransom’d me to God again. 
 
 That now my heart can rest in perfect peace; 
 
 Still more and more do Thou my soul redeem. 
 
 From every bondage set me wholly free, 
 
 Though Evil oft the mightiest power may seem. 
 
 Still make me more than conqueror. Lord, in Thee. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, who with gentlest breath 
 
 Dost teach to pray, dost comfort or reprove, 
 
 Who givest us all joy and hope and faith. 
 
 Through whom we live at peace with God in love ; 
 Still do Thou shed Thine influence abroad. 
 
 Let me the Father’s image ever wear. 
 
 Make me a holy temple of my God, 
 
 Where dwells for ever calm adoring prayer ! 
 
 
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1^ mirror of the Godhead ! Perfect Light ! 
 
 Thou Three in One, whose never-slumbering might 
 Enfolds the world within its sheltering wings, 
 
 And holds in being all created things ! 
 
 We praise Thee with the earliest morning ray. 
 
 We praise Thee with the parting beam of day ; 
 
 All things that live and move, by sea and land. 
 
 For ever ready at Thy service stand. 
 
 Exhaustless Treasure ! Being limitless ! 
 
 What gaze hath ever pierced Thy deep abyss 1 
 Deep Fount of Life ! Light inaccessible ! 
 
 How great Thy power, O God, what tongue can tell ? 
 
 Thy Christendom is singing night and day, 
 
 “ Glory to Him, the mighty God, for aye. 
 
 By Whom, through Whom, in Whom all beings are ! ” 
 Grant us to echo on this song afar ! 
 
 Thy Name is great. Thy kingdom in us dwell. 
 
 Thy will constrain and feed and guide us well ; 
 
 Spare us, redeem us in the evil hour. 
 
 For Thine the glory. Thine the rule, the power. 
 
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 ^ Happy is my day of rest ! 
 
 Fount of all our joy and peace, 
 
 To Thy living waters lead me, 
 
 Thou from earth my soul release 
 And with grace and mercy feed me ; 
 
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Bless Thy word that it may prove 
 Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. 
 
 Kindle Thou the sacrifice 
 That upon my lips is lying ; 
 
 Clear the shadows from mine eyes 
 That, from every error flying, 
 
 No strange fire may in me glow 
 That Thine altar doth not know. 
 
 Let me with my heart to-day. 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, singing. 
 
 Rapt awhile from earth away, 
 
 All my soul to Thee upspringing. 
 Have a foretaste inly given 
 How they worship Thee in Heaven. 
 
 Rest in me and I in Thee, 
 
 Build a Paradise within me ; 
 
 Oh reveal Thyself to me. 
 
 Blessed Love, who diedst to win me ; 
 Fed from Thine exhaustless urn 
 Pure and bright my lamp shall burn. 
 
 Hence all care, all vanity. 
 
 For the day to God is holy ; 
 
 Come Thou glorious Majesty 
 Deign to fill this temple lowly. 
 
 Nought to-day my soul shall move 
 Simply resting in Thy love. 
 
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 at Thy word 
 We are gather’d 
 all to hear Thee ; 
 Let our hearts and souls be stirr’d 
 
 Now to seek and love and fear Thee ; 
 By Thy teachings sweet and holy 
 Drawn from earth to love Thee solely. 
 
 All our knowledge, sense, and sight 
 Lie in deepest darkness shrouded. 
 
 Till Thy Spirit breaks our night 
 With the beams of truth unclouded ; 
 Thou alone to God canst win us. 
 
 Thou must work all good within us. 
 
 Glorious Lord, Thyself impart ! 
 
 Light of light from God proceeding, 
 Open Thou our ears and heart. 
 
 Help us by Thy Spirit’s pleading. 
 
 Hear the cry Thy people raises, 
 
 Hear, and bless our prayers and praises ! 
 
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 O Brethren let us praise the Lord, 
 Whose grace and mercy thus have kept 
 The nightly watch while we have slept. 
 
 'Fo Him let us together pray 
 
 With all our heart and soul 
 
 to-day. 
 
 That He would keep us in His 
 love. 
 
 And all our guilt and sin 
 
 remove. 
 
 Eternal God ! Almighty Friend, 
 
 Whose deep compassions have no 
 end. 
 
 Whose never-failing strength and 
 might 
 
 Have kept us safely through the 
 night : 
 
 Now send us from Thy heavenly throne 
 Thy grace and help through Christ Thy Son, 
 That with Thy strength our hearts may glow. 
 And fear nor man nor ghostly foe. 
 
 Ah Lord God ! hear us, we 
 implore ! 
 
 Be Thou our Guardian evermore. 
 Our mighty Champion and our 
 shield 
 
 That goeth with us to the field. 
 
 We offer up ourselves to Thee, 
 That heart and word and deed 
 may be 
 
 In all things guided by Thy mind, 
 And in Thine eyes acceptance 
 find. 
 
 Thus, Lord, we bring, through Christ Thy Son, 
 Our morning offering to Thy throne ; 
 
 Now be Thy precious gift outpour’d. 
 
 And help us for Thine honour, Lord ! 
 
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 I$pn anguish’d and perplexed, with many a sigh and tear 
 I lift mine eyes up to the hills, and pour out all my woe. 
 Thou bendest down Thine ear, 
 
 And never from Thy face, dear Lord, uncomforted I go. 
 
 My help and my defence come, faithful God, from Thee, 
 
 By Whom the heavens were fixed, and earth’s foundations laid ; 
 Man cannot succour me. 
 
 Before Thy throne alone I find my refuge and my aid. 
 
 Thou watchest that my foot should neither slip nor stray, 
 Thou guidest me Thyself through all my dark and troubled 
 course, 
 
 Thou pointest me the way 
 
 Amid the snares of sin and death, and this world’s craft 
 and force. 
 
 Guardian of Israel ! Thou dost slumber not, nor sleep. 
 Thine eye is open day and night, still watching over those 
 Who true allegiance keep 
 
 To Jesus’ banner of the Cross, and bravely meet His foes. 
 
 And when Thou bidd’st me leave this world of strife 
 and pain. 
 
 Grant me in Thee a steadfast hope, and gentle quick release. 
 Knowing we rise again 
 
 To dwell where death and war are not, in endless joy and 
 peace. 
 
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Most Highest ! Guardian of mankind ! 
 Supreme exhaustless Good Thou art ! 
 
 To Thee I offer soul and heart : 
 
 Praise Him all creatures with your strength and mind, 
 For He is kind ! 
 
 Yes, Lord, ’tis of Thy power alone to-day 
 That still I draw my living breath. 
 
 Thy grace preserves me still from death, 
 
 O Father-heart, reject me not, but stay 
 With me to-day. 
 
 O Israel's God, I bring Thee now my will. 
 That would be Thine whate’er it cost, 
 
 Love Thy good gifts, yet love Thee most ; 
 
 This is my prayer while yet the morn is still. 
 Take Thou my will. 
 
 O Fount of grace, in love be Thou my guide, 
 Thine eye look down on me in power, 
 Whate’er I do or am each hour 
 
 Prepare me for th’ eternal life, abide 
 Still at my side. 
 
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 The soul and body Thou dost hold in life, 
 lie ever ready in Thy fear 
 'Fo fight for truth and justice here, 
 
 And trusting Thee to meet the final strife, 
 
 For Thou art Life. 
 
 Bless all iny works and ways, my light increase. 
 Order my doings for the best. 
 
 In all my toil be Thou my rest. 
 
 Until at last I lay me down in peace 
 That ne’er shall cease. 
 
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 S 2. bird in meadows fair 
 Or in lonely forest sings, 
 Till it fills the summer air 
 And the greenwood sweetly rings, 
 
 ; So my heart to Thee would raise, 
 
 O my God, its song of praise, 
 
 That the gloom ot night is o’er 
 And I see the sun once more. 
 
 If Thou, Sun of Love, arise. 
 
 All my heart with joy is stirr’d. 
 And to greet Thee upward flies 
 Gladsome as yon little bird. 
 
 Shine Thou in me clear and bright 
 Till I learn to praise Thee right ; 
 Guide me in the narrow way. 
 
 Let me ne’er in darkness stray. 
 
 ; Bless to-day whate’er I do, 
 
 ! Bless whate’er I have and love ; 
 From the paths of virtue true 
 Let me never, never rove ; 
 
 By Thy Spirit strengthen me 
 In the faith that leads to Thee, 
 Then an heir of life on high 
 
 Fearless I may live and die. 
 
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 Shine in my heart, and bring me joy and light, 
 
 Sun of my darken’d soul, dispel its night, 
 
 And shed in it the truthful day abroad ; 
 
 And all the many gloomy folds lay bare 
 Within this heart, that fain would learn to wear 
 The pure and glorious likeness of its Lord. 
 
 Glad with Thy light, and glowing with Thy lo^'e, 
 
 So let me ever speak and think and move 
 
 As fits a soul new-touch’d with life from heaven. 
 That seeks but so to order all her course 
 As most to show the glory of that Source 
 
 By whom alone her strength, her life are given. 
 
 I ask not, take away this weight of care ; 
 
 No, for that love I pray that all can bear, 
 
 And for the faith that whatsoe’er befall 
 Must needs be good, and for my profit prove, 
 
 Since from my Father’s heart most rich in love, 
 And from His bounteous hands it coraeth all. 
 
 I ask not that my course be calm and still ; 
 
 No, here too. Lord, be done Thy holy will; 
 
 I ask but for a quiet childlike heart ; 
 
 Though thronging cares and restless toil be mine. 
 Yet may my heart remain for ever Thine, 
 
 Draw it from earth, and fix it where Thou art. 
 
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 I ask Thee not to finish soon the strife, 
 
 The toil, the trouble of this earthly life; 
 
 No, be my peace amid its grief and pain; 
 
 I pray not, grant me now Thy realm on high ; 
 
 No, ere I die let me to evil die. 
 
 And through Thy cross my sins be wholly slain. 
 
 True Morning Sun of all my life, I pray 
 That not in vain Thou shine on me to-day, 
 
 Be Thou my light when all around is gloom; 
 Thy brightness, hope, and courage on me shed. 
 That I may joy to see when life is fled 
 
 The setting sun that brings the pilgrim home. 
 
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 THAT FADETH NOT 
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 Drive evil thoughts and spirits far away, 
 Master, watch o’er us till the dawning day. 
 Body and soul alike from harm defend. 
 
 Thine angel send. 
 
 Let holy prayers and thoughts our latest be. 
 Let us awake with joy, still close to Thee, 
 
 In all serve Thee, in every deed and thought 
 Thy praise be sought. 
 
 Give to the sick as Thy beloved sleep. 
 
 And help the captive, comfort those who weep. 
 Care for the widows’ and the orphans’ woe. 
 
 Keep far our foe. 
 
 For we have none on whom for heljD to call. 
 Save Thee, O God in heaven, who car’st for all, 
 And wilt forsake them never, day or night. 
 
 Who love Thee right. 
 
 Father, Thy Name be praised, Thy Kingdom come, 
 Thy will be wrought as in our heavenly home, 
 
 Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver 
 Us now and ever ! 
 
 
 
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IIPK not yet, my soul, to slumber, 
 Wake, my heart, go forth and tell 
 All the mercies without number 
 That this bygone day befell ; 
 
 Tell how God hath kept afar 
 All things that against me war. 
 
 Hath upheld me and defended. 
 
 And His grace my soul befriended. 
 
 Father merciful and holy. 
 
 Thee to-night I praise and bless, 
 Who to labour true and lowly 
 Grantest ever meet success ; 
 
 Many a sin and many a woe. 
 Many a fierce and subtle foe 
 Thou check’d that once alarm’d me, 
 So that nought to-day has harm’d me. 
 
 Yes, our wisdom vainly ponders, 
 
 Fathoms not Thy loving thought ; 
 
 Never tongue can tell the wonders 
 That each day for us are wrought ; 
 
 Thou hast guided me to-day 
 That no ill hath cross’d my way, 
 
 There is neither bound nor measure 
 In thy love’s o’erflowing treasure. 
 
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 Now the light, that nature gladdens, 
 And the pomp of day is gone, 
 
 And my heart is tired and saddens 
 As the gloomy night comes on ; 
 
 Ah then, with Thy changeless light 
 Warm and cheer my heart to-night, 
 
 As the shadows round me gather 
 Keep me close to thee, my Father. 
 
 Of Thy grace I pray Thee pardon 
 All my sins, and heal their smart ; 
 Sore and heavy is their burden. 
 
 Sharp their sting within my heart; 
 And my foe lays many a snare 
 But to tempt me to despair, 
 
 Only Thou, dear Lord, canst save me. 
 Let him not prevail to have me. 
 
 Have I e’er from Thee departed. 
 
 Now I seek Thy face again. 
 
 And Thy Son, the loving-hearted. 
 
 Made our peace through bitter pain. 
 Yes, far greater than our sin. 
 
 Though it still be strong within, 
 
 Is the Love that fails us never, 
 
 Mercy that endures for ever. 
 
 Brightness of the eternal city ! 
 
 Light of every faithful soul ! 
 
 Safe beneath Thy sheltering pity 
 Let the tempests past me roll ; 
 
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 Now it darkens far and near, 
 
 Still, my God, still be I'hou here ; 
 
 Thou canst comfort, and Thou only, 
 
 When the night is long and lonely. 
 
 E’en the twilight now hath vanish’d. 
 
 Send Thy blessing on my sleep, 
 
 Every sin and terror banish’d, 
 
 Let my rest be calm and deep. 
 
 Soul and body, mind and health, 
 
 Wife and children, house and wealth, 
 
 Eriend and foe, the sick, the stranger. 
 
 Keep Thou safe from harm and danger. 
 
 Keep me safe till morn is breaking. 
 
 Nightly terrors drive Thou hence. 
 
 Let not sickness keep me waking; 
 
 Sudden death and pestilence, 
 
 Eire and water, noise of war, 
 
 Keep Thou from my house afar ; 
 
 Let me die not unrepented, 
 
 That my soul be not tormented. 
 
 O Thou mighty God, now hearken 
 To the prayer Thy child hath made ; 
 Jesus, while the night-hours darken 
 Be Thou still my hope, my aid ; 
 
 Holy Ghost, on Thee I call. 
 
 Friend and Comforter of all. 
 
 Hear my earnest prayer, oh hear me ! 
 
 Lord, Thou hearest, Thou art near me. 
 
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 a whole long day of pain 
 Now at last is o’er ! 
 
 A. 
 
 / Ah how much we can sustain 
 
 Could I face the coming night 
 If Thou wert not near ? 
 
 Nay, without Thy love and might 
 I must sink with fear : 
 
 Round me falls the evening gloom, 
 Sights and sounds all cease. 
 
 But within this narrow room 
 Night will bring no peace. 
 
 Other weary eyes may close, 
 
 All things seek their sleep. 
 Hither comes no soft repose, 
 
 I must wake and weep. 
 
 Come then, Jesus, o’er me bend. 
 Give me strength to cope 
 With my pains, and gently send 
 Thoughts of peace and hope. 
 
 I have felt once more ; 
 
 Felt how frail are all our powers. 
 And how weak our trust; 
 
 If thou help not, these dark hours 
 Crush us to the dust. 
 
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 Draw my weary heart away 
 From this gloom and strife, 
 
 And these fever pains allay 
 With the dew of life ; 
 
 Thou canst calm the troubled mind, 
 Thou its dread canst still. 
 
 Teach me to be all resign’d 
 To my Father’s will. 
 
 Then if I must wake and weep 
 All the long night through. 
 
 Thou the watch with me wilt keep, 
 Friend and Guardian true ; 
 
 In the darkness Thou wilt speak 
 Loyingly with me, - 
 Though my heart may vainly seek 
 Words to breathe to Thee. 
 
 Wheresoe’er my couch is made 
 In Thy hands I lie. 
 
 And to Thee alone for aid 
 Turns my restless eye ; 
 
 I.et my prayer grow weary never, 
 Strengthen Thou th’ oppress’d. 
 
 In Thy shadow, Lord, for ever 
 Let me gently rest. 
 
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 Ah when shall these sad hours be fled, 
 Am I alone awake ? 
 
 ^ Around me ever watcheth One 
 / Who wakes with those that weep. 
 
 On earth it is so dark and drear, 
 
 With Him so calm and bright, 
 The stars in solemn radiance clear 
 Shine there through all our night. 
 
 ’Tis when the lights of earth are gone 
 The heavenly glories shine ; 
 
 When other comfort I have none. 
 
 Thy comfort. Lord, is mine. 
 
 Be still, my throbbing heart, be still. 
 Cast off thy weary load, 
 
 And make His holy will thy will. 
 
 And rest upon thy God. 
 
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 How many a time the night hath come, 
 Yet still return’d the day ; 
 
 How many a time thy cross, thy gloom, 
 Ere now hath pass’d away. 
 
 And these dark hours of anxious pain 
 That now oppress thee sore, 
 
 I know will vanish soon again. 
 
 Then I shall fear no more ; 
 
 For when the night hath lasted long. 
 
 We know the morn is near. 
 
 And when the trial’s sharp and strong 
 Our Help shall soon appear. 
 
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 bidg: among us with Thy grace, 
 Lord Jesus, evermore. 
 
 Nor let us e’er to sin give place. 
 Nor grieve Him we adore. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy word. 
 Redeemer whom we love. 
 
 Thy help and mercy here afford. 
 
 And life with Thee above. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy ray, 
 
 O Light that lighten’ st all. 
 
 And let Thy truth preserve our way, 
 Nor suffer us to fall. 
 
 Abide with us to bless us still, 
 
 O bounteous Lord of peace ; 
 
 With grace and power our spirits fill. 
 Our faith and love increase. 
 
 Abide among us as our shield, 
 
 O Captain of thy host ; 
 
 That to the world we may not yield. 
 Nor e’er forsake our post. 
 
 Abide with us in faithful love. 
 
 Our God and Saviour be. 
 
 Thy help at need, oh let us prove. 
 And keep us true to Thee. 
 
 
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 t here we stand 
 Met to do as Thou hast spoken, 
 And this child at Thy command 
 Now we bring to Thee, in token 
 That to Christ it here is given. 
 
 For of such shall be His Heaven. 
 
 Yes, Thy warning voice is plain. 
 
 And we fain would keep it duly, 
 
 “ He who is not born again. 
 
 Heart and life renewing truly. 
 
 Born of water and the Spirit, 
 
 Will My kingdom ne’er inherit.” 
 
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 Therefore hasten we to Thee, [it ! 
 
 Take the pledge we bring, oh take 
 Let us here Thy glory see. 
 
 And in tender pity make it 
 
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 Now Thy child, and leave it never, 
 Thine on earth, and Thine for ever. 
 
 Turn the darkness into light, 
 
 To Thy grace receive and save it ; 
 Heal the serpent’s venom’d bite, 
 
 In the font where now we lave it ; 
 Let Thy Spirit pure and lowly 
 Banish thought or taint unholy. 
 
 Make it. Head, Thy member now, 
 Shepherd, take Thy lamb, and feed it. 
 Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou, 
 
 Way of life, to Heaven oh lead it, 
 Vine, this branch may nothing sever. 
 Grafted firm in Thee for ever. 
 
 Now upon Thy heart it lies. 
 
 What our hearts so dearly treasure, 
 Heavenward lead our burden’d sighs. 
 Pour Thy blessing without measure. 
 Write the name we now have given. 
 Write it in the book of Heaven. 
 
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 In wisest love, we pray 
 Look on this babe, who at Thy gracious call 
 Is entering on life’s way, 
 
 Bend o’er it now with blessing fraught. 
 
 And make Thou something out of nought, 
 
 O Father-heart ! 
 
 O Son of God, who diedst for us, behold 
 We bring our child to Thee, 
 
 Thou tender Shepherd, take it to Thy fold. 
 Thine own for aye to be; 
 
 Defend it through this earthly strife. 
 
 And lead it on the path of life, 
 
 O Son of God ! 
 
 O Holy Ghost, who broodest o’er the wave. 
 Descend upon this child ; 
 
 Give it undying life, its spirit lave 
 With waters undefiled ; 
 
 Grant it while yet a babe to be 
 A child of God, a home for Thee, 
 
 O Holy Ghost ! 
 
 O Triune God, what Thou command’st is done, 
 We speak, but Thine the might ; 
 
 This child hath scarce yet seen our earthly sun. 
 Yet pour on it Thy light. 
 
 In faith and hope, in joy and love. 
 
 Thou Sun of all below, above, 
 
 O Triune God ! 
 
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 parents’ arms now yield thee, 
 With love all glowing warm, 
 To Him who best can shield thee. 
 To that Eternal Arm 
 That all the heavens upholdeth. 
 
 And bids the dead arise. 
 
 That tender babes enfoldeth 
 And leads them toward the skies. 
 
 Wash’d in the blood that gushes 
 From out His wounded heart. 
 
 Wrapp’d in the peace that hushes 
 All earthly grief and smart. 
 
 Go forth upon thy journey. 
 
 Grow up in strength and age. 
 
 And seek with joy and wisdom 
 Thy holy heritage. 
 
 Oh sweet will sound the voices 
 That hail thee from above. 
 
 Where heaven’s bright host rejoices 
 Before the Eternal Love ; 
 
 “ Now canst thou wander never. 
 
 Now past is all thy strife. 
 
 Oh bless the hour for ever 
 That call’d thee into life.” 
 
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 Ever glad at heart I am 
 
 O’er my Shepherd kind and good, 
 
 Who provides me daily food, 
 
 For He knows and loves us all. 
 
 Guided by His gentle staff 
 Where the sunny pastures laugh, 
 
 I go in and out and feed. 
 
 Lacking nothing that I need ; 
 
 When I thirst my feet He brings 
 To the fresh and living springs. 
 
 Must I not rejoice for this ? 
 
 He is mine, and I am His, 
 
 And when these bright days are past. 
 Safely in His arms at last 
 He will bear me home to heaven ; 
 
 Ah what joy hath Jesus given ! 
 
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 baptized into Thy name, 
 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
 Among Thy seed a place I claim, 
 Among Thy consecrated host ; 
 Buried with Christ, and dead to sin. 
 Thy Spirit now shall live within. 
 
 My loving Father, here dost Thou 
 Proclaim me as Thy child and heir; 
 Thou faithful Saviour bidd’st me now 
 The fruit of all Thy sorrows share ; 
 Thou Holy Ghost wilt comfort me 
 When darkest clouds around I see. 
 
 And I have promised fear and love. 
 
 And to obey Thee, Lord, alone ; 
 
 I felt Thy Spirit in me move. 
 
 And dared to pledge myself Thine own. 
 Renouncing sin to keep the faith, 
 
 And war with evil to the death. 
 
 My faithful God, upon Thy side 
 
 This covenant standeth fast for aye : 
 If I transgress through fear or pride. 
 Oh cast me therefore not away ; 
 
 If I have sore my soul defiled. 
 
 Yet still forgive, restore Thy child. 
 
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 I bring Thee here, my God, anew 
 Of all I am or have the whole ; 
 
 Quicken my life, and make me true, 
 
 'I'ake full possession of my soul ; 
 r^et nought within me, nought I own, 
 
 Serve any will but Thine alone. 
 
 Hence, Prince of darkness; hence, my foe! 
 
 Another Lord hath purchased me ! 
 
 My conscience tells of sin, yet know. 
 Baptized in Christ I fear not thee ! 
 
 Away, vain World; Sin, leave me now; 
 
 I turn from you : God hears my vow. 
 
 And never let me waver more, 
 
 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 Till at Thy will this life is o’er 
 Still keep me in Thy faithful host, 
 
 So unto Thee I live and die 
 And praise Thee evermore on high. 
 
 
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 Whence our life is flowing ever : 
 
 Kyrie Eleison! 
 
 For Thou art calling all the toil oppress’d, 
 
 All the weary, to Thy rest ; 
 
 The pardon of their sins is here bestow’d, 
 
 Thou dost free them from their load ; 
 
 Kyrie Eleison ! 
 
 Ah come. Thyself put forth Thine hand. 
 
 Unbind this heavy iron band. 
 
 Set me from my sorrows free, 
 
 Give me strength to follow Thee : 
 
 Kyrie Eleison ! 
 
 Thou fain wouldst heart and soul to Thee incline. 
 Take me from myself and make me Thine ; 
 
 Thou art the Vine and I the branch, oh grant 
 I may grow in Thee a living plant : 
 
 Kyrie Eleison ! 
 
 For nought but sins I find in me. 
 
 Yet are they done away in Thee ; 
 
 Mine are anguish, fear, unrest, 
 
 But in Thee, Lord, I am blest : 
 
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 Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness. 
 Come into the daylight’s splendour, 
 There with joy thy praises render 
 Unto Him, whose boundless grace 
 >4v'^.C^4 Grants thee at His feast a place ; 
 
 He whom all the heavens obey 
 Deigns to dwell in thee to-day. 
 
 Hasten as a bride to meet Him, 
 
 And with loving reverence greet Him, 
 Who with words of life immortal 
 Now is knocking at thy portal; 
 
 Haste to make for Him a way. 
 
 Cast thee at His feet, and say : 
 
 Since, O Lord, Thou com’st to me, 
 
 N ever will I turn from Thee. 
 
 Ah how hungers all my spirit. 
 
 For the love I do not merit ! 
 
 Ah how oft with sighs fast thronging 
 For this food have I been longing ! 
 How have thirsted in the strife 
 For this draught, O Prince of Life, 
 Wish’d, O Friend of man, to be 
 Ever one with God through Thee ! 
 
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 Here I sink before Thee lowly, 
 
 Fill’d with joy most deep and holy, 
 
 As with trembling awe and wonder 
 On Thy mighty works I ponder ; 
 
 On this banquet’s mystery, 
 
 On the depths we cannot see ; 
 
 Far beyond all mortal sight 
 Lie the secrets of Thy might. 
 
 Sun, who all my life dost brighten. 
 
 Light, who dost my soul enlighten, 
 
 Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth. 
 Fount, whence all my being floweth. 
 
 Here I fall before Thy feet, 
 
 Grant me worthily to eat 
 Of this blessed heavenly food. 
 
 To Thy praise, and to my good. 
 
 Jesus, Bread of Life from Heaven, 
 
 Never be Thou vainly given, 
 
 Nor I to my hurt invited ; 
 
 Be Thy love with love requited ; 
 
 Let me learn its depths indeed. 
 
 While on Thee my soul doth feed ; 
 
 Let me here so richly blest. 
 
 Be hereafter too Thy guest. 
 
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 The image of Thy Godhead here ; 
 
 \Vho soughtest me with tender care 
 Through all my wanderings wild and drear ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
 O Love, who ere life’s earliest dawn 
 
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 On me Thy choice hast gently laid ; 
 
 O Love, who here as man wast born. 
 
 And like to us in all things made ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
 O Love, who once in Time wast slain, 
 
 Pierced through and through with bitter woe ; 
 O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain 
 That we eternal joy might know ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
 O Love, of whom is truth and light. 
 
 The Word and Spirit, life and power. 
 Whose heart was bared to them that smite. 
 To shield us in our trial hour; 
 

 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
 O Love, who thus hast bound me fast, 
 Beneath that gentle yoke of Thine ; 
 Love, who hast conquer’d me at last 
 And rapt away this heart of mine ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
 O Love, who lovest me for aye. 
 
 Who for my soul dost ever plead ; 
 
 O Love, who didst my ransom pay. 
 Whose power sufhceth in my stead ; 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise • 
 From out this dying life of ours ; 
 
 O Love, who once above yon skies 
 Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers: 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be ! 
 
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Thou feedest me with heavenly bread and wine, 
 Thou pourest through me streams of life divine; 
 O noble Face, 
 
 So sweet, so full of grace, 
 
 I ponder as Thy cross I see. 
 
 How best to give myself to Thee. 
 
 Behold, through all the eternal ages, still 
 My heart shall choose and love Thy holy will ; 
 Wouldst Thou my death, 
 
 I die to Thee in faith ; 
 
 Wouldst Thou that I should longer live. 
 
 To Thee the choice I wholly give. 
 
 But Thou must also deign to be my own, 
 
 To dwell in me, to make my heart Thy throne. 
 My God indeed. 
 
 My Help in time of need, 
 
 My Head from whom no power can sever. 
 The Bridegroom of my soul for ever ! 
 
 
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Let Thy living Spirit flow 
 Through Thy members all below, 
 With its warmth and power divine ; 
 
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 Scatter’d far apart they dwell, 
 
 Yet in every land, full well. 
 
 Lord, Thou knowest who is Thine. 
 
 Those who serve Thee I would serve. 
 Never from their union swerve ; 
 
 Here I cry before Thy face ; 
 
 “ Zion, God give thee good speed, 
 Christ thy footsteps ever lead. 
 
 Make thee steadfast in His ways!” 
 
 Save her from the world her foe, 
 
 Satan quickly overthrow, 
 
 Cast him down beneath her feet ; 
 Through the Spirit slay within 
 Love of ease, the world, and sin. 
 
 Let her find Thee only sweet. 
 
 Those o’er whom Thy billows roll 
 Strengthen Thou to leave their soul 
 In Thy hands, for Thou art Love ; 
 Make • them through their bitter pain 
 Pure from pride and sinful stain. 
 
 Fix their hopes and hearts above. 
 
 Unto all Thyself impart. 
 
 Fashion’d after Thine own heart. 
 
 Make Thy children like to Thee ; 
 Humble, pure, and calm, and still, 
 Loving, single as Thy will. 
 
 And as Thou wouldst have them be. 
 
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 And from those I love, I pray, 
 
 Turn not. Lord, Thy face away, 
 
 Hear me while for them I plead ; 
 
 Be Thou their Eternal Friend, 
 
 Unto each due blessing send. 
 
 For Thou knowest all they need. 
 
 Ah Lord, at this gracious hour 
 Visit all their souls with power ; 
 
 Let Thy gladness in them shine ; 
 
 Draw them with thy love away 
 From vain pleasures of a day, 
 
 Make them wholly ever Thine. 
 
 Dearly were we purchased, Lord, 
 
 When Thy blood for us was pour’d ; 
 
 Think, O Christ, we are Thine own ! 
 Hold me, guide me, as a child, 
 
 Through the battle, through the wild; 
 Leave me nevermore alone. 
 
 Till at last I meet on high 
 With the faithful host who cry 
 Hallelujah night and day ; 
 
 Pure from stain we there shall see 
 Thee in us, and us in Thee, 
 
 And be one in Thee for aye. 
 
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 Who ne’er forgetteth mel 
 Or tell the love that let Him 
 Come down to set me free? 
 
 I lay in darkest sadness, 
 
 , Till He made all things new, 
 And still fresh love and gladness 
 
 HaisP Who is so kind a Friend? 
 
 How could I ever grieve Him 
 Who thus to me doth bend? 
 
 Have I not seen Him dying 
 For us on yonder tree? 
 
 Do I not hear Him crying, 
 
 Arise and follow Me ! 
 
 For ever will I love Him 
 Who saw my hopeless plight. 
 
 Who felt my sorrows move Him, 
 And brought me life and light ; 
 
 Whose arm shall be around me 
 When my last hour is come, 
 
 And suffer none to wound me, 
 Though dark the passage home. 
 
 Flow from that heart so true. 
 
 How could I ever leave Him 
 
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 He gives me pledges holy, 
 
 His body and His blood, 
 
 He lifts the scorn’d, the lowly. 
 
 He makes my courage good, 
 
 For He will reign within me. 
 
 And shed His graces there ; 
 
 The heaven He died to win me 
 Can I then fail to share 1 
 
 In joy and sorrow ever 
 
 Shine through me. Blessed Heart, 
 Who bleeding for us never 
 
 Didst shrink from sorest smart ! 
 Whate’er I’ve loved or striven 
 Or borne, I bring to Thee ; 
 
 Now let Thy heart and heaven 
 Stand open. Lord, to me ! 
 
 
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 How richly hast Thou fed Thy guest! 
 
 The gifts Thou now hast given 
 Have fill’d my heart with joy and rest. 
 O wondrous food of blessing, 
 
 O cup that heals our woes. 
 
 My heart this gift possessing 
 In thankful song o’erflows; 
 
 For while the life and strength in me 
 Were quicken’d by this food. 
 
 My soul hath gazed awhile on Thee, 
 
 O highest, only Good ! 
 
 My Lord, Thou here hast led me 
 Within Thy temple’s holiest place. 
 And there Thyself hast fed me 
 With all the treasures of Thy grace ; 
 And Thou hast freely given 
 What earth could never buy. 
 The bread of life from heaven. 
 That now I shall not die ; 
 
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 And Thou hast suffer’d me in faith 
 To drink the blessed wine 
 That heals the soul from inner death, 
 
 And makes her wholly Thine. 
 
 Thou givest all I wanted, 
 
 The food whose power can death destroy, 
 And Thou hast freely granted 
 The cup of full eternal joy ; 
 
 Ah Lord, I do not merit 
 
 The favour Thou hast shown. 
 
 And all my soul and spirit 
 
 Bow down before Thy throne ; 
 
 Since Thou hast suffer’d me to eat 
 The food of angels here, 
 
 Nor Sin, nor foes that I can meet. 
 
 Nor Death I now may fear. 
 
 O Love incomprehended ! 
 
 That wrought in Thee, my Saviour, thus 
 That Thou shouldst have descended 
 From highest heaven to dwell with us ! 
 Creator, that hath brought Thee 
 To succour such as I, 
 
 Who else had vainly sought Thee ! 
 Then grant me now to die 
 To sin, and live alone to Thee, 
 
 That when this time is o’er, 
 
 Thy face, O Saviour, I may see 
 In heaven for evermore. 
 
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 For as a shadow passes 
 I pass, but Thou dost still endure; 
 
 I wither like the grasses, 
 
 But Thou art rich, though I am poor ; 
 Oh boundless is Thy kindness, 
 
 And righteous is Thy power; 
 
 And I in sinful blindness 
 Am erring hour by hour, 
 
 And yet Thou comest, dost not spurn 
 A sinner. Lord, like me ! 
 
 Ah how can I Thy love return, 
 
 What gift have I for Thee ? 
 
 A heart that hath repented. 
 
 And mourns for sin with bitter sighs, — 
 Thou, Lord, art well-contented 
 With this my only sacrifice. 
 
 I know that in my weakness 
 Thou wilt despise me not. 
 
 But grant me in Thy meekness 
 The favour I have sought ; 
 
 Yes, Thou wilt deign in grace to heed 
 The song that now I raise. 
 
 For meet and right is it indeed 
 That I should sing Thy praise. 
 
 Grant what I have partaken 
 May through Thy grace so work in me. 
 That sin be all forsaken, 
 
 And I may cleave alone to Thee, 
 
 And all my soul be heedful 
 How she Thy love may know. 
 

 For this alone is needful, 
 
 Thy love should in me glow ; 
 
 And let no beauty please mine eyes, 
 
 No joy allure my heart. 
 
 But what in Thee, my Saviour, lies, 
 What Thou dost here impart. 
 
 0 well for me that strengthen’d 
 With heavenly bread and wine, if here 
 
 My course on earth be lengthen’d, 
 
 I now may serve Thee free from fear ; 
 Away then earthly pleasure. 
 
 All earthly gifts are vain, 
 
 1 seek a heavenly treasure. 
 
 My home I long to gain, 
 
 Where I shall live and praise my God, 
 And none my peace destroy. 
 
 Where all the soul is overflow’d 
 With pure eternal joy. 
 
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 I’ER I go, whate’er my task, 
 
 The counsel of my God I ask. 
 
 Who all things hath and can ; 
 Unless He give both thought and deed 
 The utmost pains can ne’er succeed. 
 And vain the wisest plan. 
 
 For what can all my toil avail 1 
 My care, my watching all must fail. 
 Unless my God is there ; 
 
 Then let Him order all for me 
 As He in wisdom shall decree ; 
 
 On Him I cast my care. 
 
 For nought can come, as nought hath been, 
 But what my Father hath foreseen. 
 
 And what shall work my good ; 
 
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Whate’er He gives me I will take, 
 Whate’er He chooses I will make 
 My choice with thankful mood. 
 
 I lean upon His mighty arm, 
 
 It shields me well from every harm. 
 
 All evil shall avert ; 
 
 If by His precepts still I live 
 Whate’er is useful He will give, 
 
 And nought shall do me hurt. 
 
 But only may He of His grace 
 The record of my guilt efface. 
 
 And wipe out all my debt ; 
 
 Though I have sinn’d He will not straight 
 Pronounce His judgment. He will wait. 
 Have patience with me yet. 
 
 I travel to a distant land 
 To serve the post wherein I stand. 
 
 Which He hath bade me fill ; 
 
 And He will bless me with His light. 
 
 That I may serve His world aright. 
 
 And make me know His will. 
 
 And though through desert wilds I fare. 
 Yet Christian friends are with me there. 
 And Christ Himself is near ; 
 
 In all our dangers He will come. 
 
 And He who kept me safe at home 
 Can keep me safely here. 
 
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 Yes, He will sj^eed us on our way, 
 
 And point us where to go and stay, 
 
 And help us still and lead ; 
 
 Let us in health and safety live, 
 
 And time and wind and weather give. 
 
 And whatsoe’er we need. 
 
 When late at night my rest I take. 
 
 When early in the morn I wake. 
 
 Halting or on my way. 
 
 In hours of weakness or in bonds. 
 
 When vex’d with fears my heart desponds. 
 His promise is my stay. 
 
 Since then my course is traced by Him 
 I will not fear that future dim, 
 
 But go to meet my doom. 
 
 Well knowing nought can wait me there 
 Too hard for me through Him to bear ; 
 
 I yet shall overcome. 
 
 To Him myself I wholly give. 
 
 At His command I die or live, 
 
 I trust His love and power : 
 
 Whether to-morrow or to-day 
 His summons come, I will obey. 
 
 He knows the proper hour. 
 
 But if it please that love most kind. 
 
 And if this voice within my mind 
 Be whispering not in vain. 
 
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 In many a sweet and joyful song, 
 
 In peace- at home again. 
 
 To those I love will He be near, 
 
 With His consoling light appear, 
 
 Who is my shield and theirs ; 
 
 And He will grant beyond our thought 
 What they and I alike have sought 
 With many tearful prayers. 
 
 Then, O my soul, be ne’er afraid. 
 
 On Him wTo thee and all things made 
 With calm reliance rest ; 
 
 Whate’er may come, where’er we go, 
 
 Our Father in the heavens must know 
 In all things what is best. 
 
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 be this our vessel now 
 A worthy temple unto Thee, 
 
 Though none may hear its bells but Thou 
 And this our little company ; 
 
 Our church’s roof, yon mighty dome, 
 
 Shall ring with hymns we learnt at home, 
 Our floor the boundless tossing wave. 
 
 Our field, our path, perchance our grave. 
 
 Where shall we aid and comfort find 
 With toils and perils all around 1 
 Command, O mighty God, the wind 
 To bear us whither we are bound. 
 
 Oh bring us to our home once more 
 From weary wanderings safe to shore ; 
 
 And those who follow us with prayer 
 Keep Thou in Thy most tender care. 
 
 And as the needle, while we rove. 
 
 To one point still is true and just, 
 
 So let our hope and faith and love 
 Be fix’d on One in whom we trust ; 
 
 His word is mighty still to save. 
 
 He still can walk the stormiest wave. 
 
 And hold His followers with His hand. 
 
 For His are heaven and sea and land. 
 
 
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 solemn Ocean, rollest to the strand 
 Laden with prayers from many a far-off land; 
 To us thy thousand murmurs at our feet 
 One cry repeat. 
 
 Through all thy myriad tones that never cease 
 We hear of death and love, the cross and peace, 
 
 New churches bright with hope and glad with psalms. 
 And martyrs’ palms. 
 
 Then on ! and come whate’er our God sees fit ! 
 
 To yon frail wave-toss’d planks we now commit 
 Our lives, our all, and leave our native land 
 At His command. 
 
 We take thee for our chariot, stormy Sea ! 
 
 Borne safely on to serve our God by thee. 
 
 For thou and we alike obey His word 
 And own Him Lord. 
 
 And whether thy chill deeps become our grave, 
 
 Or far away our blood shall stain thy wave. 
 
 Or we shall cross with joyous songs thy foam 
 Back to our home : 
 
 Be it as He ordains whose name is Love ! 
 
 Whether our lot or life or death shall prove. 
 
 To Life Eternal surely guides His will. 
 
 And we are still. 
 
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 we must leave our father-land, 
 
 And wander far o’er ocean’s foam ; 
 Broken is kinship’s dearest band, 
 
 Forsaken stands our ancient home ; 
 
 But One will ever with us go 
 
 Through busiest day and stillest night; 
 And heaven above, the deeps below 
 Shrink back abash’d before His sight. 
 
 Then be the issue life or death. 
 
 Let Him do as it seems Him best, 
 
 The messenger of Christian faith 
 
 Looks not in this world for his rest. 
 
 If but His hand still hold us fast, 
 
 His presence hourly fold us round, 
 
 The anchor of our souls is cast 
 Firm in the One eternal ground. 
 
 The voice of Everlasting Love, 
 
 That rang Avith living power through us, 
 Is worthy thus our souls to move, 
 
 Worthy to fill a lifetime thus ; 
 
 Here none Avas e’er deceived or lost, 
 HoAve’er his earthly hopes might fade ; 
 Then Avell for him Avho Aveighs the cost 
 Ere vet his final choice is made. 
 
 
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 Yes, scatter’d are our brothers now 
 O’er land and ocean far apart, 
 
 Yet to one Master still they bow, 
 
 In Him they still are one in heart : 
 
 For as one sin, one poison ran 
 
 Through all our race since Adam’s fall ; 
 There is one hope, one life for man 
 In Him who bore the sins of all. 
 
 Sweet for each other oft to plead, 
 
 And feel our oneness in the Son, 
 
 Ah then we daily meet indeed 
 In spirit at our Father’s throne ! 
 
 Our bodies are but parted here. 
 
 And fade in this dark land away. 
 
 The earthly shadows disappear. 
 
 The harvest ripens for that Day. 
 
 Soon Time for us shall cease to reign. 
 The Saviour calls us home in peace ; 
 
 At last we all shall meet again. 
 
 And dwell together all in bliss. 
 
 Where faith to clearest vision yields \ — 
 Triumphant light for sorrowing gloom, 
 For desert wastes fair Eden’s fields. 
 
 For tearful paths a blessed home ! 
 
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*lrt our sails all soft and sweetly, 
 
 ***" Yet with bold resistless force, 
 
 Breathe the winds of heaven, and fleetly 
 Wing us on our watery course ; 
 
 Swift, and swifter, furrowing deep 
 Through the mighty waves, that keep 
 Not a trace w'here we have been. 
 
 On we speed to lands unseen ! 
 
 Sink thou deeply in our mind. 
 
 Type of life, most apt and true ! 
 
 Though we leave no track behind. 
 
 Yet we plough our furrows too, 
 
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Where, from out a world of bliss, 
 Falls the seed unseen of this, 
 And an unseen distant home 
 Beckons o’er the desert foam. 
 
 Be our voyage, brethren, such 
 That if direst peril came. 
 
 Wreck and ruin could not touch 
 Aught but this our weary frame ; 
 
 That may gladly sleep, the while 
 Still and blest the soul shall smile, 
 In the eternal peace of Heaven, 
 That our God hath surely given. 
 
 Oh that in that blessed peace 
 
 Many and many a soul may rest ! 
 Oh through us may God increase 
 Soon the number of the blest ! 
 Free through us the souls that now 
 ’Neath a bitter bondage bow ; 
 
 Whom yet darkest error binds ! 
 Speed, oh speed us on, ye winds ! 
 
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 lay we calmly in the grave 
 This form, whereof no doubt we have 
 That it shall rise again that Day 
 In glorious triumph o’er decay. 
 
 And so to earth again we trust 
 What came from dust, and turns to dust, 
 And from the dust shall surely rise 
 When the last trumpet fills the skies. 
 
 His soul is living now in God, 
 
 W’hose grace his pardon hath bestow’d. 
 Who through His Son redeem’d him here 
 From bondage unto sin and fear. 
 
 His trials and his griefs are past, 
 
 A blessed end is his at last. 
 
 He bore Christ’s yoke, and did His will. 
 And though he died, he liveth still. 
 
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He lives where none can mourn and weep, 
 And calmly shall this body sleep 
 Till God shall Death himself destroy, 
 
 And raise it into glorious joy. 
 
 He suffer’d pain and grief below, 
 
 Christ heals him now from all his woe. 
 
 For him hath endless joy begun. 
 
 He shines in glory like the sun. 
 
 Then let us leave him to his rest. 
 
 And homeward turn, for he is blest, 
 
 And we must well our souls prepare, 
 
 When death shall come, to meet him there. 
 
 Then help us, Christ, our Hope in loss ! 
 Thou hast redeem’d us by Thy cross 
 From endless death and misery; 
 
 We praise, we bless, we worship Thee ! 
 
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/(tlJTITt grave we stand 
 
 And sow the seed in tears, 
 
 'Fhe form of him who in our band 
 On earth no more appears. 
 
 Ah no, for he hath safely come 
 Where we too would attain ; 
 
 He dwells within our Father’s home, 
 
 And death to him was gain. 
 
 Now he beholds what we believe. 
 
 He has what here we want. 
 
 The sins no more his soul can grieve 
 That here the pilgrim haunt; 
 
 The Lord hath claim’d him for His own, 
 And sent him calm release ; 
 
 We weep, but it is we alone, 
 
 He dwells in perfect peace. 
 
 He wears the crown of life on high; 
 
 He bears the shining palm. 
 
 Where angels “ Holy, holy,” cry. 
 
 He joins their glorious psalm. 
 
 But we poor pilgrims journey on 
 Through this dark land of woe. 
 
 Until we go where he is gone. 
 
 And all his joy shall know. 
 
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 will gather in His own 
 To the place where He is gone, 
 ^^nWJ Where their heart and treasure lie, 
 Where our life is hid on high. 
 
 Day by day the voice saith, “ Come, 
 
 Enter thine eternal home 
 Asking not if we can spare 
 This dear soul it summons there. 
 
 Had He ask’d us, well we know 
 We should cry, oh spare this blow ! 
 
 Yes, with streaming tears should pray, 
 
 “ Lord, we love him, let him stay ! ” 
 
 But the Lord doth nought amiss ; 
 
 And since He hath order’d this, 
 
 We have nought to do but still 
 Rest in silence on His wall. 
 
 Many a heart no longer here. 
 
 Ah ! was all too inly dear ; 
 
 Yet, O Love, ’tis Thou dost call. 
 
 Thou wilt be our All in all. 
 
 
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Love may weep 
 with breaking heart, 
 There comes, O Christ, a 
 Day of Thine, 
 
 There is a Morning Star must shine, 
 And all these shadows shall depart. 
 
 Though Faith may droop and trem- 
 ble here, 
 
 That Day of light shall surely 
 come ; 
 
 His path has led him safely 
 home ; 
 
 When twilight breaks the dawn is 
 near. 
 
 Though Hope seem now to have 
 hoped in vain. 
 
 And Death seqm king of all 
 below. 
 
 There yet shall come the Morn- 
 ing-glow, 
 
 And wake our slumberers once 
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 Now Thy little lamb’s long weeping; 
 
 Ah how peaceful, pale, and mild. 
 
 In its narrow bed ’tis sleeping, 
 
 And no sigh of anguish sore 
 Heaves that little bosom more. 
 
 In this world of care and pain. 
 
 Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it, 
 
 To the sunny heavenly plain 
 
 Dost Thou now with joy receive it. 
 Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
 
 Now it dwells with Thee in light. 
 
 Ah Lord Jesus, grant that we 
 
 Where it lives may soon be living, 
 
 And the lovely pastures see 
 
 That its heavenly food are giving, 
 
 Then the gain of death we prove 
 Though Thou take what most we love. 
 
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 mine, yes, still thou art mine 
 Who tells me thou art lost 1 
 But yet thou art not mine alone : 
 
 I own that He who cross’d 
 My hopes, hath greatest right in thee ; 
 Yea, though He ask and take from me 
 Thee, O my son, my heart’s delight. 
 
 My wish, my thought, by day and night. 
 
 Ah might I wish, ah might I choose. 
 Then thou, my Star, shouldst live, 
 
 And gladly for thy sake I’d lose 
 All else that life can give. 
 
 Oh fain I’d say : Abide with me. 
 
 The sunshine of my house to be. 
 
 No other joy but this I crave. 
 
 To love thee, darling, to my grave ! 
 
 Thus saith my heart, and means it well, 
 
 God meaneth better still ; 
 
 My love is more than words can tell, 
 
 His love is greater still ; 
 
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 I am a father, He the Head 
 And Crown of fathers, whence is shed 
 The life and love from which have sprung 
 All blessed ties in old and young. 
 
 I long for thee, my son, my own. 
 
 And He who once hath given. 
 
 Will have thee now beside His throne, 
 
 To live with Him in heaven. 
 
 I cry, Alas ! my light, my child ! 
 
 But God hath welcome on him smiled 
 And said : “ My child, I keep thee near. 
 For there is nought but gladness here.” 
 
 Oh blessed word, oh deep decree. 
 
 More holy than we think ! 
 
 With God no grief or woe can be. 
 
 No bitter cup to drink. 
 
 No sickening hopes, no want or care, 
 
 No hurt can ever reach him there ; 
 
 Yes, in that Father’s shelter’d home 
 I know that sorrow cannot come. 
 
 We pass our nights in wakeful thought 
 For our dear children’s sake; 
 
 All day our anxious toil hath sought 
 How best for them to make 
 A future safe from care or need. 
 
 Yet seldom do our schemes succeed ; 
 
 How rarely does their future prove 
 What we had plann’d for those we love ! 
 

 How many a child of promise bright 
 Ere now hath gone astray, 
 
 By ill example taught to slight 
 And quit Christ’s holy way. 
 
 Oh fearful the reward is then, 
 
 The wrath of God, the scorn of men ! 
 The bitterest tears by mortal shed 
 Are his who mourns a child misled. 
 
 But now I need not fear for thee. 
 Where thou art, all is well ; 
 
 For thou thy Father’s Face dost see. 
 With Jesus thou dost dwell ! 
 
 Yes, cloudless joys around him shine. 
 His heart shall never ache like mine. 
 He sees the radiant armies glow 
 That keep and guide us here below : 
 
 He hears their singing evermore. 
 
 His little voice too sings. 
 
 He drinks of wisdom deepest lore, 
 
 He speaks of secret things. 
 
 That we can never see or know 
 Howe’er we seek or strive below. 
 While yet amid the mists we stand 
 That veil this dark and tearful land. 
 
 Oh that I could but watch afar, 
 
 And hearken but awhile. 
 
 To that sweet song that hath no jar. 
 And see his heavenly smile, 
 
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 As he doth praise the holy God, 
 
 Who made him pure for that abode ! 
 
 In tears of joy full well I know 
 This burden’d heart would overflow. 
 
 And I should say ; Stay there, my son. 
 
 My wild laments are o’er, 
 
 0 well for thee that thou hast won, 
 
 I call thee back no more ; 
 
 But come, thou fiery chariot, come. 
 
 And bear me swiftly to that home. 
 
 Where he with many a loved one dwells, 
 And evermore of gladness tells ! 
 
 Then be it as my Father wills, 
 
 I will not weep for thee ; 
 
 Thou livest, joy thy spirit fills. 
 
 Pure sunshine thou dost see, 
 
 The sunshine of eternal rest : 
 
 Abide, my child, where thou art blest; 
 
 1 with our friends will onward fare, 
 
 And, when God wills, shall find thee there. 
 

 Jesus Christ, in Thee alone 
 ^ My hope on earth I place ; 
 For other comforter is none, 
 
 Nor help save in Thy grace. 
 
 There is no man nor creature here. 
 
 No angel in the heavenly sphere, 
 
 Who at my need can succour me ; 
 
 I cry to' Thee, 
 
 For Thou canst end my misery. 
 
 My sin is very sore and great, 
 
 I mourn beneath its load ; 
 
 Oh free me from this heavy weight 
 Through Thy most precious blood ; 
 And with Thy Father for me plead 
 d'hat Thou hast suffer’d in my stead, 
 The burden then from me is roll’d ; 
 
 Lord, I lay hold 
 On Thy dear promises of old. 
 
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 And of Thy grace on me bestOAv 
 True Christian faith, O Lord, 
 
 That all the sweetness I may know 
 That in Thy cross is stored. 
 
 Love Thee o’er earthly pride or pelf. 
 And love my neighbour as myself ; 
 
 And when at last is come my end, 
 
 Be Thou my Friend, 
 
 From all assaults my soul defend. 
 
 Glory to God in highest heaven, 
 
 The Father of all love ; 
 
 To his dear Son, for sinners given 
 Whose grace we daily prove ; 
 
 To God the Holy Ghost we cry. 
 
 That we may find His comfort nigh. 
 And learn how, free from sin and fear. 
 To please Him here. 
 
 And serve Him in the sinless sphere. 
 
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 my Lord and God, 
 
 How heavy is my load, 
 
 My sins are great and weigh me to the ground ; 
 The yoke doth sorely press, 
 
 And yet in my distress 
 Through all the world no helper can be found. 
 
 And fled I in my fear 
 Far, far away from here, 
 
 'Fo earth’s remotest end — Thou still wert there. 
 My anguish and my pain 
 Would yet with me remain ; 
 
 I could not flee away from my despair. 
 
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 ’Tis Thou canst help alone, 
 
 I cast me at Thy throne, 
 
 Reject me not, though I deserve it. Lord ; 
 Ah think of all Thy Son 
 For me, for me, hath done. 
 
 Nor let me feel Thy sharp avenging sword. 
 
 And if it must be so, 
 
 That punishment and woe 
 Must follow sin, then let me bear it here ; 
 Low at Thy feet I bow. 
 
 Oh let me suffer now. 
 
 But spare me yonder, then in love appear. 
 
 O Lord, forget my sin. 
 
 And deign to put within 
 A calm obedient heart, a patient mind. 
 
 For hearts unthankful can no blessing find. 
 
 Do Thou, O Lord, with me 
 As seemeth best to Thee, 
 
 For Thou wilt strengthen me to bear the rod ; 
 For triis alone I pray. 
 
 Oh cast me not away, 
 
 For ever from Thy grace. Thou pitying God. 
 
 Nay, that Thou wilt not do, 
 
 I know Thy word is true. 
 
 My faith can rest in quiet hope on Thee ; 
 
 That I may murmur not. 
 Though bitter seem my lot. 
 
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 The death of Christ, I know, 
 
 Hath freed me from my woe, 
 
 And open’d heaven to sinners and to me. 
 
 Lord Jesus, where Thou art 
 All doubt and dread depart, 
 
 My refuge is the cross where Thou wast slain, 
 Where Thou, Lord, for our sake 
 Didst all our griefs partake. 
 
 And die our comfort and our grace to gain. 
 
 Here at my Saviour’s side. 
 
 Here let me still abide. 
 
 Then death may come, but little he destroys ; 
 Though soul and body part, 
 
 I live where Thou, Lord, art, 
 
 My sins wiped out amid eternal joys. 
 
 All praise to God alone, 
 
 Who claims me for His own, 
 
 Through Christ my Lord ; oh let me trust Him then, 
 And lean in fullest faith 
 On what my Saviour saith, 
 
 He who believeth shall be saved ; 
 
 Amen. 
 
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 , pifsing pabiooF, hear me, 
 Draw Thou near me, 
 
 Turn Thee, Lord, in grace to me ; 
 
 For Thou knowest all my sorrow. 
 
 Night and morrow 
 Doth my cry go up to Thee. 
 
 Lost in darkness, girt with dangers. 
 Round me strangers. 
 
 Through an alien land I roam, 
 Outward trials, bitter losses. 
 
 Inward crosses, 
 
 Lor4, Thou know’st have sought me home. 
 
 See the fetters that have bound me. 
 Snares surround me, 
 
 Free the captive, hear my call ; 
 
 Ah from sin my soul I never 
 , Can deliver, 
 
 I am weak and helpless all. 
 
 Though the tempter’s wiles and cunning 
 I am shunning. 
 
 Yet they vex and wound me sore ; 
 
 Oft I waver, oft I languish, 
 
 Fill’d with anguish, 
 
 Strength and rest are mine no more. 
 
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Peace I cannot find, oh take me, 
 
 Lord, and make me 
 
 From the yoke of evil free ; 
 
 Calm this longing never-sleeping. 
 
 Still my weeping, 
 
 Grant me hope once more in Thee. 
 
 Sin of courage hath bereft me 
 And hath left me 
 
 Scarce a spark of faith or hope ; 
 
 Bitter tears my heart oft sheddeth, 
 
 As it dreadeth 
 
 I am past Thy mercy’s scope. 
 
 Lord, wilt Thou be wroth for ever! 
 
 Oh deliver 
 
 Me from all I most deserved ; 
 
 ’Tis Thyself, dear Lord, hast sought me. 
 Thou hast taught me 
 
 Thee to seek from whom 1 swerved. 
 
 Thou, my God and King, hast known me. 
 Yet hast shown me 
 
 True and loving is Thy will ; 
 
 Though my heart from Thee oft ranges. 
 Through its changes. 
 
 Lord, Thy love is faithful still. 
 
 Satan watches to betray me. 
 
 He would slay me. 
 
 Quicken Thou my faith and powers ; 
 
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 ],et me, though Thy face Thou’rt hiding, 
 Still confiding. 
 
 Look to Thee in darkest hours. 
 
 Bless my trials thus to sever 
 Me for ever 
 
 From the love of self and sin ; 
 
 Let me through them see Thee clearer. 
 Find Thee nearer, 
 
 Grow more like to Thee within. 
 
 In the patience that Thou lendest 
 All Thou sendest 
 
 I embrace, I will be still ; 
 
 Bend this stubborn heart, I pray Thee, 
 To obey Thee, 
 
 Calmly waiting on Thy will. 
 
 Here I bring my will, oh take it. 
 
 Thine, Lord, make it. 
 
 Calm this troubled heart of mine ; 
 
 In Thy strength I too may conquer, 
 Wait no longer. 
 
 Show in me Thy grace Divine. 
 
 
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 [B 3p|o|, Lord of Majesty ! 
 
 O glorious King, eternal Son ! 
 
 In mercy bend Thou down to me, 
 As now I cast me at Thy throne. 
 
 
 Enslaved to vanity, and weak. 
 
 An alien power in me hath sway. 
 
 My strength is gone, howe’er I seek 
 I cannot break my bonds away. 
 
 How oft my heart against my will 
 Is torn and tossing to and fro ; 
 
 I cannot, as I would, fulfil 
 
 The good that yet I love and know. 
 
 How many ties oppress and bind 
 The soul that yearneth to be free ; 
 
 Distracted, vanquish’d, oft the mind 
 That fain would rest at peace in Thee. 
 
 I practise me in self-control. 
 
 Yet rest and calm in vain pursue ; 
 
 Self-will is rooted in my soul. 
 
 And thwarts me still, whate’er I do. 
 
 I hate it, but its life is strong, 
 
 I fear, yet cannot it forsake ; 
 
 Ah Lord, how long it seems, how long. 
 Until Thy grace my yoke shall break ! 
 
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 Ah Jesus, when, when, wilt Thou lead 
 The prisoner from this drear abode ? 
 
 When shall I feel that I am freed. 
 
 And Thou art with me. Son of God ? 
 
 Oh take this heart, that I would give 
 For ever to be all Thine own ; 
 
 I to myself no more would live ; 
 
 Come, Lord, be Thou my King alone. 
 
 Yes, take my heart, and in it rule, 
 
 Direct it as it pleases Thee ; 
 
 I will be silent in Thy school, 
 
 And learn whate’er Thou teachest me. 
 
 What lives by life that is not Thine, 
 
 I yield it to Thy righteous doom ; 
 
 What yet resists Thy power Divine, 
 
 Oh let Thy fire of love consume. 
 
 And then within the heart abide. 
 
 That Thou hast cleansed to be Thy throne ; 
 
 A look from Thee shall be my guide, 
 
 I watch but till Thy will is known. 
 
 Yes, make me Thine, — though I am weak, 
 
 Thy service makes us strong and free ; 
 
 My Lord and King, Thy face I seek. 
 
 For ever keep me true to Thee. 
 
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 Thou faithful God, 
 
 Thou Fountain ever flowing, 
 
 Whom nothing is, 
 
 All perfect gifts bestowing ; 
 
 A pure and healthy frame 
 Oh give me, and within 
 A conscience free from blame, 
 
 A soul unhurt by sin. 
 
 And grant me. Lord, to do, 
 
 With ready heart and willing, 
 Whate’er Thou shalt command. 
 My calling here fulfilling. 
 
 And do it when I ought, 
 
 With all my strength, and bless 
 The work I thus have wrought. 
 For Thou must give success. 
 
 ^ And let me promise nought 
 
 But I can keep it truly. 
 
 Abstain from idle words. 
 
 And guard my lips still duly ; 
 
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 And grant, when in my place 
 I must and ought to speak, 
 
 My words due power and grace. 
 Nor let me wound the weak. 
 
 If dangers gather round. 
 
 Still keep me calm and fearless ; 
 
 Help me to bear the cross 
 When life is dark and cheerless ; 
 To overcome my foe 
 
 With words and actions kind ; 
 When counsel I would know. 
 Good counsel let me find. 
 
 And let me be with all 
 In peace and friendship living. 
 
 As far as Christians may ; 
 
 And if Thou aught art giving 
 Of wealth and honours fair. 
 
 Oh this refuse me not, 
 
 That nought be mingled there 
 Of goods unjustly got. 
 
 And if a longer life 
 Be here on earth decreed me. 
 
 And Thou through many a strife 
 To age at last wilt lead me, 
 
 Thy patience in me shed. 
 
 Avert all sin and shame. 
 
 And crown my hoary head 
 With pure untarnish’d fame. 
 
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 Let nothing that may chance, 
 
 Me from my Saviour sever; 
 
 And dying with Him, take 
 My soul to Thee for ever ; 
 
 And let my body have 
 A little space to sleep 
 Beside my fathers’ grave. 
 
 And friends that o’er it weep. 
 
 And when the Day is come. 
 
 And all the dead are waking. 
 
 Oh reach me down Thy hand. 
 Thyself my slumbers breaking ; 
 
 Then let me hear Thy voice. 
 
 And change this earthly frame. 
 And bid me aye rejoice 
 
 With those who love Thy name. 
 
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 s'!"" Who breakest every chain, 
 
 Thou Who still art ever near, 
 
 Thou with Whom disgrace and pain 
 Turn to joy and heaven e’en here ; 
 Let Thy further judgments fall 
 On the Adam strong within. 
 
 Till Thy grace hath freed us all 
 From the prison-house of sin. 
 
 ’Tis Thy Father’s will toward us, 
 
 Thou shouldst end Thy work at length ; 
 Hence in Thee are centred thus 
 Perfect wisdom, love, and strength. 
 
 That Thou none shouldst lose of those 
 Whom He gave Thee, though they roam 
 ’Wilder’d here amid their foes. 
 
 Thou shouldst bring them safely home. 
 
 Ah Thou wilt. Thou canst not cease. 
 
 Till Thy perfect work be done ; 
 
 In Thy hands we lie at peace, 
 
 Knowing all Thy love hath won. 
 Though the world may blindly dream 
 We are captives poor and base. 
 
 And the cross’s yoke may deem 
 Sign of meanness and disgrace. 
 
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 Look upon our bonds, and see 
 How doth all creation groan 
 ’Neath the yoke of vanity, 
 
 Make Thy full redemption known ; 
 Still we wrestle, cry, and pray, 
 
 Held in bitter bondage fast. 
 Though the soul would break away 
 Into higher things at last. 
 
 Lord, we do not ask for rest 
 For the flesh, we only pray 
 Thou wouldst do as seems Thee best. 
 Ere yet comes our parting day ; 
 
 But our spirit clings to Thee, 
 
 Will not, dare not, let Thee go. 
 Until Thou have set her free 
 
 From the bonds that cause her woe. 
 
 Conqueror, conquer ; Ruler, reign ; 
 
 King, assert Thy sovereign right, 
 
 Till no slavery more remain 
 
 Spread the kingdom of Thy might ! 
 Lead the captives freely out. 
 
 Through the covenant of Thy blood, 
 From our dark remorse and doubt. 
 
 For Thou wiliest but our good. 
 
 Ours the fault it is, we own, 
 
 We are slaves to self and sloth. 
 Yet oh leave us not alone 
 
 In the living death we loathe ; 
 

 Crush’d beneath our burden’s weight, 
 Crying at Thy feet we fall, 
 
 Point the path, though steep and straight. 
 Thou didst open once for all. 
 
 Ah how dearly were we bought 
 Not to serve the world or sin ; 
 
 By the work that Thou hast wrought 
 Must Thou make us pure within, — 
 Wholly pure and free, in us 
 Be Thine image now restored : 
 
 Fill’d from out Thy fulness thus 
 Grace for grace is on us pour’d. 
 
 Draw us to Thy cross, O Love, 
 
 Crucify with Thee whate’er 
 Cannot dwell with Thee above. 
 
 Lead us to those regions fair ; 
 
 Courage ! long the time may seem. 
 
 Yet His day is coming fast ; 
 
 We shall be like them that dream 
 When our freedom dawns at last. 
 
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 my sorely-tempted heart! 
 Break through thy woes, forget their smart ; 
 Come forth and on Thy Bridegroom gaze, 
 The Lamb of God, the Fount of grace ; 
 
 Here is thy place 1 
 
 His arms are open, thither flee 1 
 There rest and peace are waiting thee, 
 
 The deathless crown of righteousness. 
 
 The entrance to eternal bliss ; 
 
 He gives thee this ! 
 
 Then combat well, of nought afraid. 
 
 For thus His follower thou art made ; 
 
 Each battle teaches thee to fight. 
 
 Each foe to be a braver knight. 
 
 Arm’d with Flis might. 
 
 If storms of fierce temptation rise, 
 
 Unmoved I’ll face the frowning skies ; 
 
 If but the heart is true indeed, 
 
 Christ will be with me in my need, — 
 
 His own could bleed. 
 
 I flee away to Thy dear cross. 
 
 For hope is there for every loss, 
 
 Healing for every wound and woe. 
 
 There all the strength of love I know 
 
 And feel its glow. 
 
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 Before the Holy One I fall, 
 
 The Eternal Sacrifice for all ; 
 
 His death has freed us from our load, 
 Peace on the anguish’d soul bestow'd, 
 Brought us to God. 
 
 How then should I go mourning on ? 
 
 I look to Thee, — my fears are gone. 
 
 With Thee is rest that cannot cease. 
 
 For Thou hast wrought us full release. 
 
 And made our peace. 
 
 Thy word hath still its glorious powers, 
 The noblest chivalry is ours ; 
 
 0 Thou, for whom to die is gain, 
 
 1 bring Thee here my all, oh deign 
 
 T o accept and reign ! 
 
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 anb ^anbsgibing. 
 
 With heart and hands and voices, 
 Who wondrous things hath done, 
 In Whom His world rejoices ; 
 Who from our mothers’ arms 
 Hath bless’d us on our way 
 With countless gifts of love. 
 And still is ours to-day. 
 
 Oh may this bounteous God 
 Through all our life be near us. 
 With ever joyful hearts 
 And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
 And keep us in His grace. 
 
 And guide us when perplex’d. 
 And free us from all ills 
 In this world and the next. 
 
 All praise and thanks to God 
 The Father, now be given. 
 
 The Son, and Him who reigns 
 With them in highest heaven. 
 
 The One eternal God, [adore. 
 Whom earth and heaven 
 For thus it was, is now. 
 
 And shall be evermore ! 
 
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 |PT“ praise and thanks to God most 
 The Father of all Love ! 
 
 The God who doeth wondrously, 
 
 The God who from above 
 My soul with richest solace fills, 
 
 The God who every sorrow stills ; 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 The hosts of heaven Thy praises tell, 
 All thrones bow down to Thee, 
 
 And all who in Thy shadow dwell. 
 
 In earth and air and sea, 
 
 Declare and laud their Maker’s might, 
 Whose wisdom orders all things right ; 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 And for the creatures He hath made 
 Our God shall well provide ; 
 
 His grace shall be their constant aid. 
 Their guard on every side ; 
 
 His kingdom ye may surely trust. 
 
 There all is equal, all is just ; 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 I sought Him in my hour of need ; 
 
 Lord God, now hear my prayer ! 
 
 For death He gave me life indeed. 
 
 And comfort for despair ; 
 
 For this my thanks shall endless be. 
 
 Oh thank Him, thank Him too with me. 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
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The Lord is never far away, 
 
 Nor sunder’d from His flock ; 
 
 He is their refuge and their stay, 
 
 Their peace, their trust, their rock. 
 And with a mother’s watchful love 
 He guides them wheresoe’er they rove : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 And when earth cannot comfort more, 
 Nor earthly help avail. 
 
 The Maker comes Himself, whose store 
 Of blessing cannot fail. 
 
 And bends on them a Father’s eyes 
 Whom earth all rest and hope denies : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 Ah then till life hath reach’d its bound. 
 My God, I’ll worship Thee, 
 
 The chorus of Thy praise shall sound 
 Far over land and sea : 
 
 Oh, soul and body, now rejoice ; 
 
 My heart, send forth a gladsome voice : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 All ye who name Christ’s holy Name, 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 Ye who the Father’s power proclaim. 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 All idols under foot be trod. 
 
 The Lord is God ! The Lord is God ! 
 Give to our God the glory! 
 
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heaven and earth, and sea and air, 
 Their Maker’s glory all declare ; 
 
 And thou, my soul, awake and sing. 
 
 To Him thy praises also bring. 
 
 Through Him the glorious Source of Day 
 Drives all the clouds of night away ; 
 
 The pomp of stars, the moon’s soft light, 
 Praise Him through all the silent night. 
 
 Behold, how He hath everywhere 
 Made earth so wondrous rich and fair ; 
 
 The forest dark, the fruitful land, 
 
 All living things do show His hand. 
 
 Behold, how through the boundless sky 
 The happy birds all swiftly fly; 
 
 And fire and wind and storm are still 
 The ready servants of His will. 
 
 Behold the water’s ceaseless flow. 
 
 For ever circling to and fro ; 
 
 The mighty sea, the bubbling well. 
 
 Alike their Maker’s glory tell. 
 
 My God, how wondrously dost Thou 
 Unfold Thyself to us e’en now ! 
 
 Oh grave it deeply on my heart 
 What I am. Lord, and what Thou art ! 
 
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 And bitter grief must dwell, 
 Will now my God with gladness bless, 
 And all His mercies tell ; 
 
 Oh hear me then, my God and King, 
 While of Thy Holy Name I sing, 
 
 Who doest all things well. 
 
 Our fathers who are now no more 
 Have praised Thee in their day. 
 They taught their children oft of yore 
 The wonders of Thy way ; 
 
 Our children shall not rest, and still 
 They shall not all the measure fill, 
 Nor all exhaust the lay. 
 
 To Thee how many thankful songs 
 Have gone up ere my days. 
 
 And yet to me a part belongs 
 In that great hymn of praise ; 
 
 I too must tell Thy wondrous might, 
 And praise Thy covenant just and right, 
 And Thine all-conquering grace. 
 
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 And many a pious heart shall learn 
 The songs I make to Thee ; 
 
 Far o’er the stars that yonder burn 
 Shall rise our harmony ; 
 
 Thy Majesty, Thy mighty Hand 
 Shall be reveal’d to every land, 
 
 And all Thy goodness see ! 
 
 For who is gracious. Lord, as Thou ? 
 
 Who hath so much forgiven ? 
 
 Who still to us would pitying bow 
 Who thus with grace have striven? 
 
 For lost in sins the whole world lies. 
 
 Her ceaseless crimes would scale the skies. 
 And cry aloud to heaven. 
 
 Yes, it must be a faithful heart 
 That thus can love us still. 
 
 Who oft reject the better part. 
 
 And thankless choose the ill ; 
 
 But God can be nought else but good. 
 
 And therefore doth His mercies’ flood 
 All things with blessing fill. 
 
 For this the works that Thou hast made 
 Do thank Thee and rejoice, 
 
 Thy saints shall bless Thee for Thine aid. 
 And make Thy ways their choice. 
 
 And tell abroad from hour to hour 
 Thy glorious rule. Thy kingdom’s power. 
 
 With far-resounding voice. 
 
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 Yes, they shall praise it, till its fame 
 Through all the world shall ring, 
 
 And all men learn to know Thy name 
 And gifts and service bring ; 
 
 Eternal is Thy glorious throne. 
 
 Thy rule is like Thyself alone, 
 
 O just. Eternal King ! 
 
 And yet in death or pain or loss. 
 
 The Lord is with us all, 
 
 Lightens the pressure of the cross. 
 
 Upholds us when we fall ; 
 
 He stems the swelling tide of woes. 
 
 And when we sink beneath its blows 
 He comes, ere yet we call. 
 
 All eyes do wait on Thee, O Lord, 
 
 Who keepest us from dearth. 
 
 Who scatterest rich supplies abroad 
 For all the wants of earth ; 
 
 Thou openest oft Thy bounteous hand. 
 
 And all in sea and air and land 
 Are fill’d with food and mirth. 
 
 Thy thoughts are good, and Thou art kind 
 E’en when we think it not ; 
 
 How many an anxious faithless mind 
 Sits grieving o’er its lot. 
 
 And frets and pines by day and night, 
 
 As God had lost it out of sight. 
 
 And all its wants forgot ! 
 
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 Ah no ! God ne’er forgets His own, 
 
 His heart is far too true, 
 
 He ever seeks their good alone. 
 
 His love is daily new; 
 
 And though thou deem that things go ill, 
 Yet He, in all He doeth, still 
 Is holy, just, and true. 
 
 The Lord to them is ever nigh 
 Who truly keep His word. 
 
 Whene’er in faith to Him they cry 
 Their prayer is surely heard ; 
 
 He knoweth well who love Him well, 
 
 His love shall yet their clouds dispel, 
 
 And grant the hope deferr’d. 
 
 To those who love Him He denies 
 No good thing that they seek ; 
 
 He sees their sorrow, counts their sighs. 
 And hearkens when they speak. 
 
 And surely frees them from their w^oes ; 
 But those who hate them He o’erthrows. 
 And makes their boasting w'eak. 
 
 Yet this is but a little part 
 Of what I fain would sing; 
 
 But daily shall my voice and heart 
 New thanks and praises bring; 
 
 Oh help me all that live and move. 
 
 Help me to speak His faithful love. 
 
 And praise our glorious King. 
 
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 O glorious Majesty of perfect Light ! [sprung ! 
 Hath ever worthy praise to Thee been sung, 
 
 Or mortal heart endured to meet Thy sight? 
 
 If they who sin have never known 
 Must veil their faces at Thy throne, 
 
 Oh how shall I, who am but sin and dust, 
 Approach untrembling to the Pure and Just? 
 
 The voice of conscience in the soul hath shown 
 Some far-off glimpses of Thy holiness. 
 
 And yet more clearly hast Thou made it known 
 In Thy dear word that tells us of Thy grace ; 
 But with all-glorious light divine 
 In His face we behold it shine, 
 
 The sinless One, who this dark earth has trod 
 To win through sorrow sinners back to God. 
 
 The brightness of Thy glory was the Son ; 
 
 Thy law engraven on His heart He wore. 
 
 And on His forehead that all clearly shone 
 That Aaron’s forehead but in shadow bore;* 
 
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 And even to death did He obey 
 To take the guilt of sin away ; 
 
 And made a curse for man, and dying thus, 
 He won the power of holiness for us. 
 
 Now may Thine image in us shine anew 
 In holy righteousness and innocence ; 
 
 Now, strengthen’d by Thy Son, a service true 
 Thy people render, pure from all offence ; 
 But all their light is only dim, 
 
 A shadow’d broken light from Him, 
 
 Who that we might be holy bore our load. 
 
 In Whom we dare to meet the Holy God. 
 
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 Amid all sadness, 
 
 J esus, Sunshine of my heart ! 
 
 By Thee are given 
 The gifts of heaven, 
 
 Thou the true Redeemer art ! 
 Our souls Thou wakest. 
 Our bonds Thou breakest, 
 Who trusts Thee surely 
 Hath built securely. 
 
 He stands for ever : 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 
 Our hearts are pining 
 To see Thy shining. 
 
 Dying or living 
 To Thee are cleaving. 
 
 Nought can us sever; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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 If He is ours, 
 
 We fear no powers 
 Of earth or Satan, sin or death ! 
 
 He sees and blesses 
 In worst distresses. 
 
 He can change them with a breath ! 
 Wherefore the story 
 Tell of His glory 
 With heart and voices ; 
 
 All heaven rejoices 
 In Him for ever ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 We triumph o’er sadness, 
 
 We sing in our gladness. 
 
 We love Thee, we praise Thee, 
 
 And yonder shall raise Thee, 
 
 Glad hymns for ever; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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 The blessed voice of joy and Peace ! 
 And murder’s reign is bounded, 
 
 And spear and sword at last may cease. 
 Arise, take down thy lyre, 
 
 My country, and once more 
 Uplift in full-toned choir 
 Thy happy songs of yore ; 
 
 Oh raise thy heart to God and say ; 
 
 Thy covenants, Lord, endure. 
 
 Thy mercies do not pass away. 
 
 Thy promises are sure. 
 
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 For nothing do we merit, 
 
 But fiery wrath and sharpest rod, 
 
 A race of froward spirit, 
 
 Whose shameless sins still mock our God 
 And He indeed hath sent us 
 Full many a bitter stroke. 
 
 And yet, do we repent us. 
 
 Or learn to bear His yoke ? 
 
 Nay, as we were so still we are. 
 
 But God abideth true. 
 
 His help shall still the noise of war. 
 
 The captives’ bonds undo. 
 
 O welcome day, that brought us 
 This precious noble gift of Peace ! 
 
 For war hath deeply taught us 
 What sorrows come where she doth cease 
 In her our God now layeth 
 All hope, all happiness ; 
 
 Who woundeth her, or slayeth. 
 
 Doth, like a madman, press 
 The arrow to his own heart’s core. 
 
 And quench with impious hand 
 The golden torch of Peace once more, 
 That glads at last our land. 
 
 This ye could teach us only. 
 
 So dull and hard these hearts of ours. 
 
 Ye homes, now stripp’d and lonely, 
 
 Ye wasted cities, ruin’d towers ; 
 
 Ye fields once fairly blooming. 
 
 With golden harvests graced. 
 
 Where forests now are glooming. 
 
 Or spreads a dreary waste ; 
 

 Ye graves, with corpses piled, where lies 
 Full many a hero brave. 
 
 Whose like no more shall meet our eyes, 
 Who died, yet could not save. 
 
 O man, with bitter mourning 
 Remember now the bygone years. 
 
 When thou hast met God’s warning 
 With careless scoff, not contrite tears ; 
 Yet, .like a loving Father, 
 
 He lays aside His wrath. 
 
 And seeks with kindness rather 
 To lure thee to His path; 
 
 He tries if love may yet constrain 
 The heart that hath withstood 
 His rod, — oh let Him not in vain 
 Now strive with thee for good ! 
 
 Thou careless world, awaken ! 
 
 Awake, awake, all ye that sleep. 
 
 Ere yet ye be o’ertaken 
 With ruin sudden, swift, and deep ! 
 
 But he who knows Christ liveth. 
 
 May hope and fear no ill. 
 
 The Peace that now He giveth 
 Hath deeper meaning still. 
 
 For He will surely teach us this : 
 
 “The end is nigh at hand, 
 
 W’hen ye in perfect rest and peace 
 Before your God shall stand.” 
 
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 Receives the grace He sends us down, 
 And makes us share His cross and crown. 
 
 Faith in the conscience worketh peace, 
 And bids the mourner’s weeping cease ; 
 
 By Faith the children’s place we claim, 
 And give all honour to One Name. 
 
 Faith feels the Spirit’s kindling breath 
 In love and hope that conquer death ; 
 
 Faith worketh hourly joy in God, 
 
 And trusts and blesses e’en the rod. 
 
 ■\Ve thank Thee then, O God of heaven, 
 That Thou to us this faith hast given 
 In Jesus Christ Thy Son, Who is 
 Our only Fount and Source of bliss ; 
 
 And from His fulness grant each soul 
 The rightful faith’s true end and goal, 
 
 The blessedness no foes destroy. 
 
 Eternal love and light and joy. 
 
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 God’s word, yet saith, 
 
 I know the Lord, is wrong ; 
 In him is not that blessed 
 faith 
 
 Through which the truth is 
 strong ; 
 
 But he who hears and keeps 
 ■ the word. 
 
 Is not of this world, but of 
 God. 
 
 The faith His word hath 
 caused to shine 
 Will kindle love in thee ; 
 
 More wouldst thou know of 
 things divine. 
 
 Deeper thy love must be ; 
 
 True faith not. only gives 
 thee light. 
 
 But strength to love and 
 do the right. 
 
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 Jesus hath wash’d away our §in, 
 
 And we are children now; 
 
 Who feels such hope as this within, 
 To evil cannot bow ; 
 
 Rather with Christ all scorn endure, 
 
 So we be like our Master pure ! 
 
 For he doth please the Father well 
 Who simply can obey; 
 
 In him the love of God doth dwell 
 Who steadfast keeps His way ; 
 
 A daily active life of love. 
 
 Such fruits a living faith must prove. 
 
 He is in God, and God in him. 
 Who still abides in love ; 
 
 ’Tis love that makes the Cherubim 
 Obey and praise above ; 
 
 For God is love, the loveless heart 
 
 Hath in His life and joy no part. 
 
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 I know what still endures, howe’er 
 All else may quake and fall, 
 
 When lies the prudent men ensnare, 
 
 And dreams the wise enthral. 
 
 It is the Dayspring from on high. 
 
 The adamantine Rock, 
 
 Whence never storm can make me fly. 
 That fears no earthquake’s shock ; 
 
 My Jesus Christ, my sure Defence, 
 
 My Saviour, and ray Light, 
 
 That shines within, and scatters thence 
 Dark phantoms of the night : 
 
 Who once was borne, betray’d and slain. 
 At evening to the grave ; 
 
 Whom God awoke. Who rose again, 
 
 A Conqueror strong to save ; 
 
 Who pardons all my sin. Who sends 
 His Spirit pure and mild ; 
 
 Whose grace my every step befriends. 
 Who ne’er forgets His child ! 
 
 Therefore I know in Whom I trust, 
 
 I know what standeth fast. 
 
 When all things form’d of earthly dust 
 Are whirling in the blast ; 
 
 The terrors of the final foe 
 Can rob me not of this, 
 
 And this .shall crown me once, I know, 
 With never-fading bliss. 
 
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 all my heart is fix’d on Thee, 
 I pray Thee, be not far from me, 
 
 With grace and love divine. 
 
 The whole wide world delights me not. 
 Of heaven or earth, I.ord, ask I not. 
 
 If only Thou art mine ; 
 
 And though my heart be like to break. 
 Thou art my trust that nought can shake. 
 My portion, and my hidden joy, 
 
 Whose cross could all my bonds destroy ; 
 Lord Jesus Christ! 
 
 My God and Lord ! My God and Lord ! 
 Forsake me not who trust Thv Avord ! 
 
 Rich are Thy gifts! Twas God that gave 
 Body and soul, and all I have 
 In this poor life I live ; 
 
 That I may use them to Thy praise. 
 
 And man’s true welfare all my days, 
 
 Thy grace, I pray Thee, give ; 
 
 From all false doctrine keep me. Lord; 
 
 All lies and malice from fne ward ; 
 
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 In every cross uphold Thou me, 
 
 That I may bear it patiently ; 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ! 
 
 My God and Lord ! My God and Lord ! 
 In death Thy comfort still afford. 
 
 Ah Lord, let Thy dear angels come 
 At my last end to bear me home 
 To Paradise for aye ; 
 
 And in its narrow chamber keep 
 My body safe in painless sleep 
 Until Thy Judgment Day; 
 
 And then from death awaken me. 
 
 That these mine eyes with joy may see, 
 
 O Son of God, Thy glorious face, 
 
 My Saviour, and my Fount of Grace ! 
 Lord Jesus Christ! 
 
 Receive my prayer, receive my prayer. 
 
 Thy love for ever I’ll declare. 
 
 
at last I end the strife, 
 
 To my God I give my life 
 Wholly, with a steadfast mind ; 
 Sin, I will not hearken more, 
 
 ^ World, I turn from thee, ’tis o’er. 
 Not a look I’ll cast behind. 
 
 Hath my heart been wavering long, 
 Have I dallied oft with wrong. 
 
 Now at last I firmly say : 
 
 All my will to this I give. 
 
 Only to my God to live, 
 
 And to serve Him night and day. 
 
 
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 Lord, I olfer at Thy feet 
 
 All I have most dear and sweet, 
 
 Lo ! I keep no secret hoard : 
 
 Try my heart, and lurks there aught 
 False within its inmost thought. 
 
 Take it hence this moment. Lord ! 
 
 I will shun no toil or woe. 
 
 Where Thou leadest I will go, 
 
 Be my pathway plain or rough ; 
 
 If but every hour may be 
 Spent in work that pleases Thee, 
 
 Ah, dear Lord, it is enough ! 
 
 One thing will I seek alone. 
 
 Nothing outward shall be known. 
 Sought, or toil’d for, more by me ] 
 Strange to earth and all her care, 
 Well content with pilgrim’s fare. 
 Shall my life be hid in Thee. 
 
 Thee I make my choice alone. 
 
 Make for ever. Lord, Thine own 
 All my powers of soul and mind; 
 Here I give myself away. 
 
 Let the covenant stand for aye 
 That my hand to-day hath sign’d. 
 
 
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 ^ Runs as swiftly as he can ; 
 
 Who would gain an earthly crown, 
 Strives in earnest as a man ; 
 
 Trains himself betimes with care 
 For the conflict he would share, 
 
 Casts aside whate’er could be 
 Hindrance to His victory. 
 
 Lord, Thou biddest me aspire 
 To a prize so high, so grand, 
 That it sets my soul on fire 
 
 To be found amidst Thy band : 
 Oh how brightly shineth down 
 From Thy heights the starry crown 
 And the throne to victors given, 
 Who for Thee have bravely striven ! 
 
 Yet it seems I strive in vain ; 
 
 Lord, in pity look on me. 
 
 Thou my weakness must sustain. 
 Set me now from all things free 
 That would keep me from my goal ; 
 Come, Thyself prepare my soul. 
 Give me joy and strength and life, 
 Help me in the race, the strife. 
 
 Well our utmost efforts worth 
 Is the crown I see afar. 
 
 Though the blinded sons of earth 
 Care not for our holy war ; 
 
 An exceeding great reward 
 Is that crown of grace, my Lord ; 
 Be Thyself my Strength divine, 
 And the prize shall soon be mine. 
 
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We cannot see as yet Thy 
 glorious face, 
 
 Not yet our eyes behold its 
 love and grace, 
 
 But Thee our inmost soul can 
 surely feel; 
 
 Oh clearly. Lord, canst Thou 
 Thyself reveal. 
 
 Though all unseen ! 
 
 dearest Lord ! to feel 
 that Thou art near 
 Brings deepest peace, and 
 hushes every fear ; 
 
 To see Thy smile, to hear 
 Thy gracious voice. 
 
 Makes soul and body inwardly 
 rejoice 
 
 With praise and thanks. 
 
 Oh well for him who ever i 
 
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 Still only seeks to feed on j 
 
 Thee aright ! j 
 
 In him a well of joy for ever i 
 
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 And all day long his heart is i 
 
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 For Thou dost love to meet us as a Friend, 
 
 Our comfort, healing, hope, and joy to send ; 
 Patient to pity and to calm our woe. 
 
 And daily to forgive us all we owe. 
 
 Of Thy rich grace. 
 
 Or though we weep soon bid our tears to cease. 
 And make us feel how strong Thy love and peace ; 
 And let the soul see Thee within, and learn 
 From need and love alike to Thee to turn 
 With ceaseless gaze. 
 
 A warm and loving heart, a childlike mind. 
 
 Through every change mayst Thou within us find ; 
 
 The comfort of Thy holy sorrows keep 
 
 Our hearts at rest, in peace most calm and deep. 
 
 In joy or woe ! 
 
 So shall we all, until Thy heaven we see. 
 
 Like children evermore be glad in Thee, 
 
 Though, many a time the sudden tear may start, — 
 If only Thou wilt touch the throbbing heart 
 And still its pain ! 
 
 Thou readiest down to us Thy wounded hand. 
 
 And at Thy cross, dear Lord, ashamed we stand. 
 Remembering all Thy truth through weal and woe. 
 Until our eyes with tears must overflow 
 
 Of thanks and praise. 
 
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 behold me, as I cast me 
 At Thy throne, O glorious King ! 
 
 Tears fast thronging, childlike longing, 
 
 Son of Man, to Thee I bring. 
 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 
 Me a poor and worthless thing. 
 
 Look upon me. Lord, I pray Thee, 
 
 Let Thy Spirit dwell in mine ; 
 
 Thou hast sought me. Thou hast bought me. 
 Only Thee to know I pine ; 
 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 
 Take my heart and grant me Thine. 
 
 Nought I ask for, nought I strive for. 
 
 But Thy grace so rich and free, 
 
 That Thou givest whom Thou lovest. 
 
 And who truly cleave to Thee ; 
 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 
 He hath all things who hath Thee. 
 
 Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure. 
 
 Glorious name, or richest hoard, 
 
 Are but weary, void and dreary. 
 
 To the heart that longs for God ; 
 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 
 I am ready, mighty Lord. 
 
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 Rise, my heart, and soul, and mind ! 
 Cast, oh cast away thy sadness. 
 
 Rise where thou thy I^ord canst find. 
 
 He is thy home. 
 
 And thy life alone is He ; 
 
 Hath the world no place for thee. 
 With Him is room. 
 
 On, still onward, mounting nigher 
 On the wings of faith to Him ! 
 
 i On, still onward, ever higher. 
 
 Till the mournful earth grows dim ! 
 God is thy Rock ; 
 
 Christ thy Champion cannot fail thee, 
 Howsoe’er thy foes assail thee. 
 
 Fear not their shock. 
 
 Firm, yes firmly, ever cleaving 
 Unto Christ the strong and true. 
 
 All, yes all, to God still leaving. 
 
 For His love is daily new, 
 
 Be steadfast here ; 
 
 Soon thy foes shall be o’erthrown, 
 
 Since He wills thy good alone. 
 
 Be of good cheer. 
 
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 Hide thee, in His chamber hide thee, 
 Christ hath open’d now the door : 
 
 'I'ell Him all that doth betide thee. 
 
 All thy sorrows there outpour ; 
 
 He hears thy cry ; 
 
 Men may hate thee and deceive thee, 
 but He cannot, will not leave thee. 
 
 He still is nigh. 
 
 High, oh high, o’er all things earthy. 
 
 Raise thy thoughts, my soul, to heaven ; 
 One alone of thee is worthy, 
 
 All thou hast to Him be given ; 
 
 Thy Lord He is 
 
 Who so truly pleads to have thee. 
 
 Who in love hath died to save thee ; 
 
 Then thou art His. 
 
 Up then, upwards ! seek thou only 
 For the things that are above ; 
 
 Sin thou hatest, earth is lonely. 
 
 Rise to Him whom thou dost love, — 
 There art thou blest; 
 
 All things here must change and die, 
 
 Only with our Lord on high 
 
 Is perfect rest. 
 
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 On earth have no abode, 
 My fatherland is yonder. 
 
 My home is with my God. 
 For here I journey to and fro, 
 There in eternal rest 
 Will God His gracious gift bestow 
 On all the toil-oppress’d. 
 
 For what hath life been giving. 
 
 From youth up till this day. 
 
 But constant toil and striving ’? 
 
 Far back as thought can stray. 
 
 How many a day of toil and care. 
 
 How many a night of tears. 
 
 Hath pass’d in grief that none could share, 
 In lonely anxious fears ! 
 
 How many a storm hath lighten’d 
 And thunder’d round my path ! 
 And winds and rains have frighten’d 
 My heart with fiercest wrath : 
 
 And cruel envy, hatred, scorn. 
 
 Have darken’d oft my lot. 
 
 And patiently reproach I’ve borne. 
 Though I deserved it not. 
 
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Then through this life of dangers 
 I onward take my way; 
 
 But in this land of strangers 
 I do not think to stay, 
 
 Still forward on the road I fare 
 That leads me to my home, 
 
 My Father’s comfort waits me there. 
 When I have overcome. 
 
 Ah yes, my home is yonder, 
 
 Where all the angelic bands 
 Praise Him with awe and wonder. 
 
 In whose Almighty hands 
 All things that are and shall be, lie. 
 
 By Him upholden still, 
 
 ^Vd^o casteth down and lifts on high 
 At His most holy will. 
 
 That home have I desired, 
 
 ’Tis there I would be gone ; 
 
 Till I am well-nigh tired, 
 
 O’er earth I’ve journey’d on ; 
 
 The longer here I roam, I find 
 The less of real joy 
 That e’er could please or fill my mind, 
 For all hath some alloy. 
 
 The lodging is too cheerless. 
 
 The sorrow is too much ; 
 
 Ah come, my heart is fearless. 
 Release it with Thy touch, 
 

 When Thy heart wills, and make an end 
 Of all this pilgrimage, 
 
 And with Thine arm and strength defend, 
 When foes against me rage. 
 
 Where now my spirit stayeth 
 Is not her true abode. 
 
 This earthly house decayeth, 
 
 And she will drop its load. 
 
 When comes the hour to leave beneath 
 What now I use and have ; 
 
 And when I’ve yielded up my breath 
 Earth gives me but a grave. 
 
 But Thou, my Joy and Gladness, 
 
 O Thou, my Life and Light, 
 
 Wilt raise me from this sadness. 
 
 This long tempestuous night. 
 
 Into the perfect gladsome day, 
 
 Where bathed in joy divine, 
 
 Among Thy saints, and bright as they, 
 
 I too shall ever shine. 
 
 There shall I dwell for ever. 
 
 Not as a guest alone. 
 
 With those who cease there never 
 To worship at Thy Throne ; 
 
 There in my heritage I rest. 
 
 From baser things set free. 
 
 And join the chorus of the blest 
 For ever. Lord, to Thee ! 
 
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 Who ere earth was made, of old 
 Light of. light for light wast given! 
 Hasten, Lord, and quickly come. 
 
 Bring the bride Thou hast betroth’d, 
 
 In Thine own pure radiance clothed. 
 Safe to Thine eternal home. 
 
 Where no more the night of sin 
 Spreads its fear and gloom within. 
 
 All my spirit thirsts to see. 
 
 Lord, Thy face unveil’d and bright ; 
 
 And to stand from sin set free. 
 
 Spotless Lamb, amid Thy light. 
 
 But I leave it, — Thou dost well. 
 
 And my heaven is here and now, 
 Daystar of my soul, if Thou 
 Wilt but deign in me to dwell ; 
 
 For without Thee could there be 
 Joy in heaven itself for me? 
 
 Bliss from Thee my soul hath won. 
 
 Spite of darkly threat’ning ill ; 
 
 And my heart calls Thee its Sun, 
 
 And the sea of care grows still 
 
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 In the shining of Thy smile ; 
 
 For Thy love’s all-quickening ray 
 Chases night and pain away, 
 
 That my heart grows light the while ; 
 Heavenly joys in Thee are mine, 
 
 Far from Thee I mourn and pine. 
 
 Graft me into Thee for ever. 
 
 Tree of Life, that I may grow 
 Stronger heavenward, drooping never 
 For the sharpest storms that blow. 
 Bearing fruits of faith and truth ; 
 
 Then transplant me out of time 
 Into that eternal clime 
 Where I shall renew my youth. 
 
 When earth’s wither’d leaves shall bloom 
 Fresh in beauty from the tomb. 
 
 Life, to whom as to my Head 
 I unite me, through my soul 
 Now Thy quickening life-stream shed. 
 And Thy love’s warm current roll. 
 Freshening all with strength and grace ; 
 Be Thou mine, I am Thine own. 
 
 Here and ever Thine alone. 
 
 All my hope in Thee I place ; 
 
 Heaven and earth are nought to me. 
 Save, O Life of life, with Thee ! 
 
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^ more withstand, 
 
 Nor ’scape the hand 
 That for my faith would grieve me ; 
 This is my strength, that well I know 
 In weal or woe 
 
 God’s love the world must leave me : 
 
 God is not far, though hidden now, 
 
 He soon shall rise and make them bow 
 Who of His word bereave me. 
 
 Judge as ye will my cause this hour. 
 Yours is the power, 
 
 God bids me strive no longer ; 
 
 I know what mightiest seems to-day 
 Shall pass away. 
 
 Time than your rule is stronger. 
 The Eternal Good I rather choose, 
 And fearless all for this I lose ; 
 
 God help me thus to conquer ! 
 
 All has its day, the proverb saith : 
 
 This is my faith, 
 
 Thou, Christ, wilt be beside me. 
 
 And look on all this pain of mine 
 As were it Thine, 
 
 When sharpest woes betide me ; 
 
 Must I then tread this path — I yield ; 
 World, as thou wilt, God is my shield. 
 And He will rightly guide me ! 
 
 Composed probably in 1526, when she was compelled to flee from Buda 
 on account of her adherence to the Reformed Doctrine, after the Battle 
 of Mohacz ; in which her husband and the flower of the Hungarian nobility 
 fell in defending their country against the Turks. 
 
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 0 Jesus, Comfort of the poor, 
 
 I lift my heart to Thee, 
 
 1 know Thy mercies still endure 
 
 And Thou wilt pity me ; 
 
 I trust alone to Thee. 
 
 I cannot rest, I may not sleep, 
 
 No joy or peace I know, 
 
 My soul is torn with anguish deep 
 And fears a deeper woe ; 
 
 O Christ, Thy pity show ! 
 
 For Thou didst suffer for my soul. 
 
 Her burdens to remove ; 
 
 Oh make me through Thy sorrows whole. 
 Refresh me with Thy love ; 
 
 Lord, help me from above. 
 
 Then, Jesus, glory, honour, praise. 
 
 I’ll ever sing to Thee ; 
 
 Increase my faith that Thou wilt raise 
 Me once where I shall see 
 Eternal joys with Thee ! 
 
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 in the hour of utmost need 
 VVe know not where to look for aid, 
 
 days and nights of anxious thought 
 Nor help nor counsel yet have brought ; 
 
 Then this our comfort is alone, 
 
 That we may meet before Thy throne. 
 
 And cry, O faithful God, to Thee 
 For rescue from our misery : 
 
 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, 
 Repenting sore with bitter sighs. 
 
 And seek Thy pardon for our sin. 
 
 And respite from our griefs within : 
 
 For Thou hast promised graciously 
 To hear all those who cry to Thee, 
 Through Him whose Name alone is great. 
 Our Saviour and our Advocate. 
 
 And thus we come, O God, to-day, 
 And all our woes before Thee lay, 
 For tried, forsaken, lo ! we stand, 
 Perils and foes on every hand. 
 
 Ah hide not for our sins Thy face. 
 Absolve us through Thy boundless 
 Be with us in our anguish still, 
 
 Free us at last from every ill. 
 
 That so with all our hearts we may 
 Once more our glad thanksgivings pay. 
 And walk obedient to Thy word. 
 
 And now and ever praise the Lord. 
 
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 RmiiFUli God ! O pitying Heart, 
 Whose goodness hath no end ; 
 know this cross with all its smart 
 Thy hand alone doth send ! 
 
 Yes, Lord, I know it is Thy love, 
 
 Not wrath or hatred bids me prove 
 The load ’neath which I bend. 
 
 ’Twas ever wont with Thee, my God, 
 
 To chasten oft a son ; 
 
 He whom Thou lovest feels Thy rod, 
 Tears flow ere joy is won ; 
 
 Thou leadest us through darkest pain 
 Back to the joyous light again ; 
 
 Thus ever hast Thou done. 
 
 For e’en the Son Thou most dost love 
 Here trod the path of woe ; 
 
 Ere He might reach His throne above 
 He bore the cross below : 
 
 Through anguish, scorn, and poverty, 
 Through bitterest death He pass’d, that we 
 The bliss of heaven might know. 
 
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And if the pure and sinless One 
 
 Could thus to sorrow bow, 
 
 Shall I who so much ill have done 
 Resist the cross ! O Thou 
 In whom doth perfect patience shine, 
 Whoe’er would fain be counted Thine 
 Must wear Thy likeness now. 
 
 Yet, Father, each fresh aching heart 
 Will question in its woe, 
 
 If Thou canst send such bitter smart 
 And yet no anger know] 
 
 How long the hours beneath the cross ! 
 How hard to learn that love and loss 
 From one sole Fountain flow ! 
 
 But what I cannot, Thou true Good, 
 
 Oh work Thyself in me ; 
 
 Nor ever let my trials’ flood 
 O’ervvhelm my faith in Thee ; 
 
 Keep me from every murmur. Lord, 
 
 And make me steadfast in Thy word. 
 
 My tower of refuge be ! 
 
 If I am weak. Thy tender care 
 Shall bid me fear no ill ; 
 
 With ceaseless cries and tears and prayer 
 The long sad hours I’ll fill ; 
 
 The heart that yet can hope and trust. 
 And cry to Thee, though from the dust. 
 Is all unconquer’d still ! 
 
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 O Thou who diedst to give us life, 
 
 Full well to Thee is known 
 The cross, and all the inner strife 
 Of those who weep alone, 
 
 And ’neath their burden well-nigh faint ; 
 The aching heart’s unspoken plaint 
 Finds echo in Thine own. 
 
 Ah Christ, do Thou within me speak, 
 
 For Thou canst comfort best ; 
 
 The tower and stronghold of the weak. 
 The weary wanderer’s rest. 
 
 Our shadow in the noon-day hours, 
 
 And when the tempest round us lowers, 
 Our shelter safe and blest ! 
 
 O Holy Spirit, sent of God, 
 
 In whom all gladness lies. 
 
 Refresh my soul, lift off her load. 
 
 From Thee all sadness flies ; 
 
 Thou know’st the glories yet to come. 
 The joy, the solace, of that home, 
 
 Where we shall one day rise. 
 
 There in Thy presence we shall see 
 Glories beyond our ken ; 
 
 The cross known here to none but Thee 
 Shall turn to gladness then ; 
 
 There smiles for all our tears are given, 
 And for our woes the joys of heaven ; 
 Lord, I believe ! Amen ! 
 
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 rny days are dark indeed, 
 How oft this aching heart must bleed, 
 The narrow way, how fill’d with pain 
 That I must pass ere heaven I gain ! 
 How hard to teach this flesh and blood 
 To seek alone the Eternal Good ! 
 
 Ah whither now for comfort turn 1 
 For Thee, my Jesus, do I yearn. 
 
 In Thee have I, howe’er distrest, 
 
 Found ever counsel, aid, and rest ; 
 
 I cannot all forsaken be 
 
 While still my heart can trust in Thee. 
 
 Jesus, my only God and Lord, 
 
 What sweetness in Thy name is stored ! 
 
 So dark and hopeless is no grief 
 But Thy sweet Name can bring relief, 
 
 So keen no sorrows’ rankling dart 
 But Thy sweet Name can heal my heart. 
 
 The world can show no truth like Thine, 
 And therefore will I not repine; 
 
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 I know Thou wilt forsake me not, 
 
 I'hy truth is fix’d, though dark my lot ; 
 Thou art my Shepherd, and Thy sheep 
 From every real harm Thou’lt keep. 
 
 Jesus, my boast, my light, my joy, 
 
 The treasure nought can e’er destroy. 
 
 No words, no song that I can frame 
 Speak half the sweetness of Thy name ; 
 They only all its power shall prove 
 Whose hearts have learnt Thy faith and lov 
 
 How many a time I’ve sadly said. 
 Far better were it I were dead. 
 
 Par better ne’er the light to see. 
 
 If I had not this joy in Thee ; 
 
 For he who hath not Thee in faith, 
 His very life is merely death. 
 
 Jesus, my Bridegroom, and my crown, 
 
 If Thou but smile, the world may frown. 
 In Thee lie depths of joy untold. 
 
 Far richer than her richest gold ; 
 Whene’er I do but think of Thee, 
 
 Thy dews drop down and solace me ; 
 
 Whene’er I hope in Thee, my Friend, 
 Thy comfort and Thy peace descend ; 
 Whene’er in grief I pray and sing 
 I feel new courage in me spring ; 
 
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 Thy Spirit witnesses that this 
 Is foretaste of the eternal bliss. 
 
 Then while I live this life of care 
 The cross for Thee I’ll gladly bear ; 
 Grant me a patient willing mood, 
 
 I know that it shall work my good ; 
 Help me to do my task aright, 
 
 That it may stand before Thy sight. 
 
 Let me this flesh and blood control, 
 From sin and shame preserve my soul. 
 And keep me steadfast in the faith, 
 Then I am Thine in life and death ; 
 Jesus, Consoler, bend to me. 
 
 Ah would I were e’en now with Thee ! 
 
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 art thou thus cast down, my heart 1 
 Why troubled, why dost mourn apart. 
 O’er nought but earthly wealth? 
 
 'rust in thy God, be not afraid. 
 
 He is thy Friend who all things made. 
 
 Dost think thy prayers He doth not heed ? 
 
 He knows full well what thou dost need. 
 
 And heaven and earth are His ; 
 
 My Father and my God, who still 
 Is with my soul in every ill. 
 
 Since Thou my God and Father art, 
 
 I know Thy faithful loving heart 
 Will ne’er forget Thy child ; 
 
 See I am poor, I am but dust, 
 
 '> On earth is none whom I can trust. 
 
 The rich man in his wealth confides, 
 
 But in my God my trust abides ; 
 
 Laugh as ye will, I hold 
 'I'his one thing fast that He hath taught, — 
 Who trusts in God shall want for nought. 
 
 Written probably either during the great Famine in Nuremburg 
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 Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day 
 
 I rest on Thee alone ; 
 
 Thy riches to my soul be given. 
 
 And ’tis enough for earth and heaven. 
 
 What here may shine I all resign. 
 
 If the eternal crown be mine. 
 
 That through Thy bitter death 
 Thou gainedst, O Lord Christ, for me : 
 
 For this, for this, I cry to Thee ! 
 
 All wealth, all glories, here below, 
 
 The best that this world can bestow. 
 
 Silver or gold or lands. 
 
 But for a little time is given. 
 
 And helps us not to enter heaven. 
 
 I thank Thee, Christ, Eternal Lord, 
 
 That Thou hast taught me by Thy word 
 To know this truth and Thee ; 
 
 Oh grant me also steadfastness 
 Thy heavenly kingdom not to miss. 
 
 Praise, honour, thanks, to Thee be brought, 
 For all things in and for me wrought 
 By Thy great mercy, Christ. 
 
 This one thing only still I pray. 
 
 Oh cast me ne’er from Thee away. 
 
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 As Thou hast been and shalt be aye : 
 
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 things hang on our possessing 
 God’s free love and grace and blessing, 
 Though all earthly wealth depart ; 
 
 He who God for his hath taken, 
 
 ’Mid the changing world unshaken 
 Keeps a free heroic heart. 
 
 He who hitherto hath fed me, 
 
 And to many a joy hath led me. 
 
 Is and shall be ever mine ; 
 
 He who did so gently school me, 
 He who still doth guide and rule 
 me. 
 
 Will not leave me now to pine. 
 
 When my heart with longing sick- 
 ens, 
 
 Hope again my courage quickens. 
 For my wish shall be fulfill’d. 
 
 If it please His love most tender; 
 Life and soul I all surrender 
 
 Unto Him on whom I build. 
 
 Shall I weary me with fretting 
 O’er vain trifles, and regretting 
 
 Things that never can remain 1 
 I will strive but that to win me 
 That can shed true rest within me. 
 Rest the world must seek in 
 vain. 
 
 Well He knows how best to grant 
 me 
 
 All the longing hopes that haunt me. 
 All things have their proper day ; 
 I would dictate to Him never. 
 
 As God wills so be it ever. 
 
 When He wills, I will obey. 
 
 If on earth He bids me linger. 
 
 He will guide me with His finger 
 
 Through the years that now look dim ; 
 All that earth has fleets and changes 
 As a river onward ranges. 
 
 But I rest in peace on Him. 
 
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 ^ Thee all fulness lies, 
 
 C» ^ All want in me, from Thee apart ; 
 In Thee my soul hath endless joys. 
 
 In me is but an aching heart ; 
 
 Poor as the poorest here I pine. 
 
 In Thee a heavenly kingdom’s mine. 
 
 Thou seest whatsoe’er I need. 
 
 Thou seest it, and pitiest me ; 
 
 Thy swift compassions hither speed, 
 
 Ere yet my woes are told to Thee ; 
 
 Thou hearest, Father, ere we cry. 
 
 Shall I not still before Thee lie ? 
 
 ;■ I leave to Thee whate’er is mine, 
 
 I ) And in Thy will I calmly rest ; 
 
 ■ / I know that richest gifts are Thine, 
 
 ^ / Thou canst and Thou wilt make me blest, 
 For Thou hast promised, and our Ford 
 Will never break His promised word. 
 
 Thou lov’st me. Father, with the love 
 Wherewith Thou lovedst Christ Thy Son, 
 And so a brightness from above 
 
 Still glads me though my tears may- run. 
 For in Thy love I find and know 
 What all the world could ne’er bestow. 
 
 Then I can let the world go by. 
 
 And yet be still and rest in Thee, 
 
 I sit, I walk, I stand, I lie. 
 
 Thou ever watchest over me, 
 
 And when the yoke is pressing sore 
 I think, my God lives evermore ! 
 
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puts His trust in God most just 
 Hath built his house securely ; 
 He who relies on Jesus Christ, 
 Shall reach His heaven most surely : 
 ddien fix’d on Thee my trust shall be, 
 For Thy truth cannot alter; [smart 
 While mine Thou art, not death’s worst 
 Shall make my courage falter. 
 
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 Though fiercest foes my course oppose, 
 
 A dauntless front I’ll show them ; 
 
 My champion Thou, Lord Christ, art now, 
 Who soon shalt overthrow them ! 
 
 And if but Thee I have in me 
 With Thy good gifts and Spirit, 
 
 Nor death nor hell, I know full well. 
 
 Shall hurt me, through Thy merit. 
 
 I rest me here without a fear. 
 
 By Thee shall all be given 
 That I can need, O Friend indeed. 
 
 For this life or for heaven. 
 
 Oh make me true, my heart renew. 
 
 My soul and flesh deliver ! 
 
 Lord, hear my prayer, and in Thy care 
 Keep me in peace for ever. 
 
 Probably by Joachim Magdeburg, a Pastor who died in 1560 — 
 long a favourite Plymn at deathbeds ; said to be found in a stained glass window 
 in Nordhausen with the date 1592, printed at latest 1598. 
 
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 pleases God, O pious soul, 
 Accept with joy, though thunders roll 
 And tempests lower on 'every side. 
 Thou knowest nought can thee betide 
 But pleases God. 
 
 The best will is our Father’s will. 
 
 And we may rest there calm and still. 
 Oh make it hour by hour thine own. 
 And wish for nought but that alone 
 
 Which pleases God, 
 
 His thought is aye the wisest thought, 
 How oft man’s wisdom comes to nought. 
 Mistake or weakness in it lurks. 
 
 It brings forth ill, and seldom works 
 
 What pleases God. 
 
 His mind is aye the gentlest mind. 
 
 His will and deeds are ever kind. 
 
 He blesses when against us speaks 
 The evil world, that rarely seeks 
 
 What pleases God. 
 
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 His heart is aye the truest heart, 
 
 He bids all grief and harm depart, 
 Defending, shielding day and night 
 The man who knows and loves aright 
 What pleases God. 
 
 He governs all things here below. 
 
 In Him lie all our weal and woe, 
 
 He bears the world within His hand, 
 And so to us bear sea and land 
 
 What pleases God. 
 
 And o’er His little flock He yearns, 
 
 And when to evil ways it turns, 
 
 The Father’s rod oft smiteth sore, 
 
 Until it learns to do once more 
 
 What pleases God. 
 
 AVhat most would profit us He knows. 
 And ne’er denies aught good to those 
 Who with their utmost strength pursue 
 The right, and only care to do 
 
 What pleases God. 
 
 If this be so, then World, from me 
 Keep if thou wilt, what pleases thee ; 
 But thou, my soul, be well content 
 With God and all things He hath sent ; 
 
 As pleases God. 
 
 And must thou suffer here and there, 
 Cling but the firmer to His care, 
 
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 For all things are beneath His sway, 
 And must in very truth obey 
 
 What pleases God. 
 
 True faith will grasp His mercy fast, 
 And hope bring patience at the last, 
 Then both within thy heart enshrine. 
 So shall the heritage be thine 
 
 That pleases God. 
 
 I'o thee for ever shall be given 
 A kingdom and a crown in heaven, 
 And there shall be fulfill’d in thee, 
 
 And thou shalt taste and hear and see 
 What pleases God. 
 
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 who set it to Music, and on his recovery frequently caused it to be 
 sung before his house by the School Choir. 
 
 His will is ever just ; 
 
 Howe’er He order now my cause 
 
 Though dark my road, 
 He holds me that I shall not fall, 
 Wherefore to Him I leave it all. 
 
 Whate’er my God ordains is right, 
 He never will deceive ; 
 
 He leads me by the proper path. 
 And so to Him I cleave, 
 
 And take content 
 What He hath sent ; 
 
 His hand can turn my griefs away. 
 And patiently I wait His day. 
 
 Whate’er my God ordains is right, 
 He taketh thought for me. 
 
 The cup that my Physician gives 
 No poison’d draught can be. 
 
 lafp’pp my God ordains is right. 
 
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 But medicine due ; 
 
 For God is true, 
 
 And on that changeless truth I build, 
 
 And all my heart with hope is fill’d. 
 
 Whate’er my God ordains is right, 
 
 Though I the cup must drink 
 That bitter seems to my faint heart, 
 
 I will not fear nor shrink ; 
 
 Tears pass away 
 With dawn of day. 
 
 Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, 
 
 And pain and sorrow all depart. 
 
 Whate’er my God ordains is right, 
 
 My Light, my Life is He, 
 
 Who cannot will me aught but good, 
 
 I trust Him utterly ; 
 
 For well I know, 
 
 In joy or woe. 
 
 We once shall see as sunlight clear 
 How faithful was our Guardian here. 
 
 Whate’er my God ordains is right. 
 
 Here will I take my stand ; 
 
 Though sorrow, need, or death make earth 
 For me a desert land. 
 
 My Father’s care 
 Is round me there. 
 
 He holds me that I shall not fall. 
 
 And so to Him I leave it all. 
 
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 Who can sever me from Him 1 
 
 should 1 grieve and pinel 
 
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 ^ * Which the Son of God hath given 
 
 * Unto faith though weak and dim '] 
 
 Naked, helpless, was I born. 
 
 When my earliest breath was drawn ; 
 
 Naked must I wander forth. 
 
 As a shadow flits away 
 At the coming of the day. 
 
 Bearing nought with me from earth. 
 
 Soul and body, life and goods. 
 
 Are not mine, are only God’s, 
 
 Given me by His loving will ; 
 
 Would He take back aught of His, 
 
 Let Him take it, not for this 
 Shall my song of praise be still, 
 
 Sendeth He some cross to bear, 
 
 Cometh sorrow, need, or care, 
 
 Shall it all my peace destroy 1 
 
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Many a day of happiness 
 
 Hath He sent who loves to bless : 
 
 Shall I not bear aught for God ? 
 
 He is kind, we know that He 
 Ne’er forsakes us utterly, 
 
 Love lies hidden in His rod. 
 
 What is there my foes can do. 
 
 Though they be nor weak nor few. 
 
 Save to scorn and mock my w^oe ? 
 
 Let them laugh, and let them mock, 
 God my Saviour and my Rock 
 
 Soon shall all their schemes o’erthrow. 
 
 With a glad and fearless mien 
 Should a Christian man be seen. 
 Wheresoe’er be cast his lot ; 
 
 Yea, though death seem close at hand. 
 Calm and quiet let him stand. 
 
 And his spirit tremble not. 
 
 Him no death has power to kill. 
 
 But from many a dreaded ill 
 Bears his spirit safe away : 
 
 Shuts the door of bitter woes. 
 
 Opens yon bright path that glows 
 With the light of perfect day. 
 
 There in deepest, joy my heart 
 Shall be heal’d from all the smart 
 Of the wounds that pierced it here ; 
 Here can no true good be found, 
 Seeming goods that here abound 
 
 In a moment disappear. 
 

 Wealth that this world can command, 
 
 Is it aught but barren sand. 
 
 Bringing cares and troubles sorel 
 There, there are the gifts unpriced 
 Where my Shepherd Jesus Christ 
 Shall refresh me evermore. 
 
 Fount of Joy, my Lord Divine, 
 
 Thine I am, and Thou art mine. 
 
 Nought can part my soul from Thee ; 
 I am Thine, for Thou didst give 
 Once Thy life that I might live. 
 
 Dearly didst Thou purchase me. 
 
 Thou art mine, because my heart 
 Ne’er will let Thee more depart. 
 
 Clings to Thee her joy, her light ; 
 Bring me, bring me to that place 
 Where, enclasped in Thine embrace. 
 Love at last is blest with sight. 
 
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 As though God forsook His own, 
 Yet I hold this knowledge fast, 
 God will surely help at last. 
 
 Though awhile it be delay’d. 
 
 He denieth not His aid ; 
 
 Though it come not oft with speed. 
 It will surely come at need. 
 
 As a father not too soon 
 Grants his child the long’d-for boon. 
 So our God gives when He will ; 
 Wait His leisure and be still. 
 
 I can rest in thoughts of Him, 
 When all courage else grows dim, 
 \ For I know my soul shall prove 
 His is more than father’s love. 
 
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 Would the powers of ill affright, 
 I can smile at all their might ; 
 Or the cross be pressing sore, 
 God, my God, lives evermore ! 
 
 Man may hate me causelessly, 
 Man may plot to ruin me, 
 
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 Foes my heart may pierce and rend ; 
 God in heaven is still my Friend, 
 
 Earth may all her gifts deny, 
 
 Safe my treasure still on high ; 
 
 And if heaven at last be mine, 
 
 All things else I can resign. 
 
 I renounce thee willingly. 
 
 World, I hate what pleases thee ; 
 Baneful every gift of thine. 
 
 Only be my God still mine. 
 
 Ah Lord, if but Thee I have 
 Nought of other good I crave. 
 
 Bright is even death’s dark road. 
 
 If but Thou art there, my God, 
 
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 I^ROtD my end must surely come, 
 
 But know not when or where or how, 
 It may be I shall hear my doom 
 To-night, to-morrow, nay or now 
 Ere yet the present hour is fled, 
 
 This living body may be dead. 
 
 Lord Jesus, let me daily die. 
 
 And at the last Thy presence give. 
 Then Death his utmost power may try, 
 He can but make me truly live, 
 
 Then welcome my last hour shall be. 
 When, where, and how it pleases Thee. 
 
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 knows how near my end may be? 
 Time speeds away, and Death comes on ; 
 How swiftly, ah ! how suddenly. 
 
 May Death be here, and Life be gone ! 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 The world that smiled when morn was come 
 May change for me ere close of eve ; 
 
 So long as earth is still my home 
 In peril of my death I live ; 
 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
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 Teach me to ponder oft my end. 
 
 And ere the hour of death appears. 
 
 To cast my soul on Christ her Friend, 
 
 Nor spare repentant cries and tears ; 
 
 : ^ My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray, 
 
 • Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
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 And let me now so order all, 
 
 That ever ready I may be 
 To say with joy, whate’er befall. 
 
 Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me; 
 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 Let heaven to me be ever sweet. 
 
 And this world bitter let me find. 
 
 That I, ’mid all its toil and heat. 
 
 May keep eternity in mind ; 
 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray, 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day, 
 
 0 Father, cover all my sins 
 With Jesu’s merits, who alone 
 
 The pardon that I covet wins. 
 
 And makes His long-sought rest my own ; 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray, 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 His sorrows and His cross I know 
 
 Make death-beds soft, and light the grave. 
 They comfort in the hour of woe. 
 
 They give me all I fain would have ; 
 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 From Him can nought my soul divide. 
 
 Nor life nor death can part us now ; 
 
 1 lay my hand upon His side. 
 
 And say. My Lord and God art Thou ; 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray, 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 

 In holy baptism long ago, 
 
 I join’d me to the living Vine, 
 
 Thou lovest me in Him, I know, 
 
 In Him Thou dost accept me Thine; 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 And I have eaten of His flesh 
 
 And drunk His blood, — nor can I be 
 Forsaken now, nor doubt afresh, 
 
 I am in Him and He in me ; 
 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 Then death may come or tarry yet, 
 
 I know in Christ I perish not. 
 
 He never will His own forget. 
 
 He gives me robes without a spot ; 
 
 My God, for Jesu’s sake, I pray. 
 
 Thy peace may bless my dying day. 
 
 And thus I live in God at peace. 
 
 And die without a thought of fear. 
 Content to take what God decrees. 
 
 For through His Son my faith is clear. 
 His grace shall be in death my stay. 
 
 And peace shall bless my dying day. 
 
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 Countess of Schwarzburg Rudolstadt. 
 
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 ORLD, farewell ! 
 
 Of thee I’m tired, 
 
 Now toward heaven 
 my way I take ; 
 
 There is peace the long-desired, 
 
 Lofty calm that nought can break ; 
 World, with thee is war and strife. 
 Thou with cheating hopes art rife. 
 
 But in heaven is no alloy. 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 When I reach that home of gladness, 
 I shall feel no more this load. 
 
 Feel no sickness, want, or sadness. 
 Resting in the arms of God. 
 
 In the world woes follow fast, 
 
 And a bitter death comes last. 
 
 But in heaven shall nought destroy 
 Endless peace and love and joy. 
 
 What are earthly joys ? a weary 
 Chase of mist, or wind-borne foam ! 
 On this desert black and dreary 
 Sins and vices have their home ; 
 
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 Mocking pleasures, dying life ; 
 
 But in heaven is no annoy. 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Oh the music and the singing 
 Of the host redeem’d by love ! 
 
 Oh the hallelujahs ringing 
 Through the halls of light above ! 
 Thine, O World, the scornful sneer. 
 Misery thy reward, and fear ; 
 
 But in heaven is no annoy. 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Here is nought but care and mourning ; 
 
 Comes a joy, it will not stay ; 
 
 Fairly shines the sun at dawning, 
 
 Night will soon o’ercloud the day ; 
 World, with thee we weep and pine, 
 Gnawing care and grief are thine ; 
 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Onwards then ! not long I wander, 
 
 Ere my Saviour comes for me. 
 
 And with Him abiding yonder 
 All His glory I shall see ; 
 
 For there’s nought but sorrow here. 
 
 Toil and pain and many a fear. 
 
 But in heaven is no annoy. 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
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 Well for him whom death lias landed 
 Safely on yon blessed shore, 
 
 Where in joyful worship banded, 
 
 Sing the faithful evermore ; 
 
 For the world hath strife and war, 
 
 All her works and hopes they mar, 
 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Time, thou speedest on but slowly, 
 Hours, how tardy is your pace. 
 
 Ere with Him the High and Holy 
 I hold converse face to face ; 
 
 World, with partings thou art rife. 
 
 Fill’d with tears and storms and strife ; 
 But in heaven can nought destroy 
 Endless peace and love and joy. 
 
 Therefore will I now prepare me. 
 
 That my work may stand His doom. 
 And when all is sinking round me, 
 
 I may hear not “ Go ” — but “ Come ! ” 
 World, the voice of grief is here. 
 Outward seeming, care, and fear. 
 
 But in heaven is no alloy. 
 
 Only peace and love and joy ! 
 
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 Cv Let Him do with me as He will ; 
 Whether for me the fight is won, 
 
 Or scarce begun, 
 
 I ask no more — His will be done ! 
 
 My sins are more than I can bear, 
 Yet not for this will I despair, 
 
 I know to death and to the grave 
 The Father gave 
 
 His dearest Son, that He might save. 
 
 In Him my Saviour I abide, 
 
 1 know for all my sins He died, 
 
 And, risen again to work my good, 
 The burning flood [blood. 
 
 JIath quench’d with His most precious 
 
 To Him I live and die alone, 
 
 Death cannot part Him from His own ; 
 Living or dying I am His 
 Who only is 
 
 Our comfort, and our gate of bliss. 
 
 This is my solace, day by day. 
 
 When snares and death beset my way, 
 I know that at the morn of doom 
 From out the tomb 
 With joy to meet Him I shall come. 
 
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 Then I shall see God face to face, 
 
 I doubt it not, through Jesu’s grace. 
 Amid the joys prepared for me ! 
 
 Thanks be to Thee 
 Who givest us the victory ! 
 
 O Jesus Christ, Thou Son of God, 
 Who once for me didst bear the rod, 
 Ah hide me in Thy wounded heart 
 When I depart ; 
 
 My help, my hope. Thou only art ! 
 
 Amen, dear God ! now send us faith, 
 And at the last a happy death ; 
 
 And grant us all ere long to be 
 In heaven with Thee, 
 
 To praise Thee there eternally. 
 
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 In my distress Thou helpest me ; 
 
 To Thee myself I all commend, 
 
 Oh swiftly now Thine angel send 
 To guide me home, and cheer my heart, 
 Since Thou dost call me to depart ! 
 
 O Jesu Christ, Thou Lamb of God, 
 
 Once slain to take away our load. 
 
 Now let Thy cross, Thine agony. 
 
 Avail to save and solace me ; 
 
 Thy death to open heaven, and there 
 Bid me the joy of angels share. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, at the end, 
 
 Sweet Comforter, be Thou my Friend ! 
 When death and hell assail me sore, 
 Leave me, oh leave me, nevermore. 
 
 But bear me safely through that strife, 
 
 As Thou hast promised, into life ! 
 
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 0m Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, 
 My strength by day, my trust by night, 
 
 On earth I’m but a passing guest, 
 
 And sorely with my sins oppress’d. 
 
 Far off I see my fatherland. 
 
 Where through Thy grace I hope to stand, 
 But ere I reach that Paradise 
 A weary way before me lies. 
 
 My heart sinks at the journey’s length. 
 My wasted flesh has little strength, 
 
 Only my soul still cries in me, 
 
 Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee ! 
 
 * i Oh let Thy sufferings give me power 
 To meet the last and darkest hour ; 
 Thy prayer refresh and comfort me, 
 Thy bonds and fetters set me free ! 
 
 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine 
 Help me to bear with patience mine. 
 Thy piercing cry avail my soul, 
 
 When floods of anguish o’er me roll ! 
 
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 And when niy lij^s grow white and chill, 
 
 Thy Spirit cry within me still, 
 
 And help my soul Thy heaven to find, 
 
 \Vhen these poor eyes grow dark and blind ! 
 
 And when the spirit flies away. 
 
 Thy parting words shall be my stay, 
 
 Thy cross the staff whereon I lean. 
 
 My couch the grave where Thou hast been. 
 
 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, 
 
 I take my homeward way in trust, 
 
 The gates of heaven. Lord, open wide. 
 
 When here I may no more abide. 
 
 And when the last great Day is come, 
 
 And Thou our Judge shalt speak the doom, 
 Let me with joy behold the light, ' 
 
 And set me then upon Thy right. 
 
 Renew this wasted flesh of mine. 
 
 That like the sun it there may shine, 
 
 Among the angels pure and bright. 
 
 Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 
 
 Ah then I have my heart’s desire. 
 
 When singing with the angels’ choir. 
 
 Among the ransom’d of thy grace, 
 
 For ever I behold Thy face ! 
 
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 My parting hour is near ; 
 
 My course is run, enough I’ve striven, 
 
 My soul is glad 
 
 That she may lay her down to rest ; 
 
 . But only let Thy heaven be mine. 
 
 As Thou, Lord, hast commanded me, 
 Have I with perfect faith 
 
 With willing heart 
 I hence depart, 
 
 I hope to stand before Thy face : 
 Yes, all on earth I can resign, 
 
 If but Thy heaven at last be mine. 
 
 Then let me go like Simeon 
 In peace with Thee to dwell. 
 
 For I commend me to Thy Son, 
 
 And He will guard me well. 
 
 And guide me straight 
 To the golden gate ; 
 
 And in this hope I calmly die ; 
 
 Yes, all on earth I can resign. 
 
 If but Thy heaven may now be mine. 
 
 Enough I’ve suffer’d here j 
 Weary and sad 
 
 Now all on earth I can resign. 
 
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 Pass in peace away ; 
 
 I have had enough of life, 
 
 Here I would not stay : 
 
 Let me go, if such Thy will, 
 
 With a heart at rest and still. 
 
 Here, Lord, have I wrestled. 
 
 Suffer’d many a woe. 
 
 Fought as fearless warriors fight. 
 Conquer’d many a foe. 
 
 Kept the faith with them of old. 
 Help’d to guard and warn Thy fold ! 
 
 Many an hour of sorrow. 
 
 Many an' anguish’d tear, 
 
 Many a thorny path was mine 
 With Thy people here ; 
 
 O’er my sins Pve had to mourn. 
 Many a cross and trial borne. 
 
 All at last is ended. 
 
 Fight and race are o’er, 
 
 God w'ill free me from all ills 
 Now for evermore ; 
 
 To a better life I go. 
 
 Than this tearful earth can show. 
 
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 Peace shall I find yonder, 
 
 And be free from sin, 
 
 No more strife and wars without. 
 No more foes within. 
 
 All around me shall be peace. 
 And the joy that cannot cease. 
 
 Where they bear the sceptre. 
 There a crown for me 
 Is laid up through Jesu’s grace. 
 Bright that crown shall be : 
 Deepest calm my soul shall fill. 
 And this longing shall be still. 
 
 My Redeemer liveth, 
 
 He shall bid me rise 
 From the gloomy realm of death. 
 There all sorrow lies. 
 
 And I need not fear to wake. 
 
 Since His voice my sleep shall break. 
 
 He will change this body. 
 
 Make it like His own. 
 
 When the dead arise from earth. 
 
 When the trump is blown, 
 
 I shall see Him face to face. 
 
 Here my steadfast hope I place. 
 
 Therefore of His mercy 
 Ever will I sing. 
 
 All my heart and soul to Him 
 Praise and thanks shall bring ; 
 
 Praise Him now, and praise Him then. 
 When the heavens shall cry. Amen ! 
 
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iiow at last the hour is come, 
 
 That I have long’d for many a time, 
 When God with joy should call me home 
 From this strange land, this wintry dim 
 victim. Death, escapes no more, 
 
 ^ ^ The hour draws on when I shall be 
 
 , ' From all the bonds of earth set free, 
 
 And life’s long battle shall be o’er. 
 
 To combat for His glory here 
 
 The Father sent me forth ; — and lo ! 
 The hour of victory draws near, 
 
 And conquer’d now is every foe ; 
 And I have borne me in the strife 
 As true and fearless warriors ought. 
 And bravely to the last have fought 
 Through all the wars and woes of life. 
 
 My cry, when rough the march and dark. 
 Was, watch and strive till thou hast won. 
 Press forward fearless to the mark ! 
 
 As now, thank God, at last I’ve done. 
 Now it is o’er, I cannot miss ; 
 
 Through every danger to the death 
 True to my Lord I’ve kept the faith. 
 
 And freely risk’d all else for this. 
 
 
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 It lacketh now a few short hours, 
 
 And I am in eternity ; 
 
 The wreath of fadeless heavenly flowers 
 Is twined already there for me, 
 
 The crown is waiting for me there. 
 
 Until the fight is wholly fought. 
 
 And all my soul is thither caught. 
 Where shining palms the conquerors bear. 
 
 But when that morning shall appear, 
 
 When our great Judge, the Son of God, 
 Shall give to those who loved Him here 
 Their gracious undeserved reward. 
 
 Then in the glorious halls above, 
 
 I too among that host shall stand. 
 
 And take from His a'l-faithful hand 
 The crown of righteo.isness and love. 
 
 Nor shall I yonder stand alone, 
 
 I see the crowned host appear, 
 
 The mighty host before His throne. 
 
 Who shine for ever pure and clear. 
 
 The souls of those, who on their way 
 Still hour by hour were longing here. 
 With burning love and many a tear, 
 
 To see the glories of His Day. 
 
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S^SJUaSSM^^ ^Vould God, I were in thee ! 
 My longing heart fain fain to thee would fly, 
 
 It will not stay with me ; 
 
 Far over vale and mountain, 
 
 Far over field and plain, 
 
 It hastes to seek its Fountain 
 And quit this w'orld of pain. 
 
 O happy day, and yet far happier hour, 
 
 % When wilt thou come at last ? 
 
 When fearless to my Father’s love and power, 
 Whose promise standeth fast. 
 
 
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 My soul I gladly render, 
 
 For surely will His hand 
 Lead her with guidance tender, 
 
 To heaven her fatherland. 
 
 A moment’s space, and gently, wondrously. 
 Released from earthly ties. 
 
 The fiery chariot bears her up to thee 
 Through all these lower skies. 
 
 To yonder shining regions, 
 
 Wliile down to meet her come 
 The blessed angel legions. 
 
 And bid her welcome home. 
 
 Oh hail thou glorious city ! now unfold 
 The gates of grace to me ! 
 
 How many a time I long’d for thee of old. 
 
 Ere yet I was set free 
 
 From yon dark life of sadness. 
 
 Yon world of shadowy nought, 
 
 And God had given the gladness. 
 
 The heritage I sought. 
 
 Oh what the nation, what the glorious host. 
 Comes sweeping swiftly down? 
 
 The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most. 
 The Church’s brightest crown. 
 
 Our Lord hath sent to meet me. 
 
 As in the far-off years 
 Their words oft came to greet me 
 In yonder land of tears. 
 
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 The Patriarchs’ and Prophets’ noble train, 
 
 With all Christ’s followers true, 
 
 Who bore the cross, and could the worst disdain 
 That tyrants dared to do, 
 
 I see them shine for ever. 
 
 All glorious as the sun, 
 
 ’Mid light that fadeth never. 
 
 Their perfect freedom won. 
 
 And when within that lovely Paradise 
 At last I safely dwell, 
 
 From out my blissful soul what songs shall rise. 
 What joy my lips shall tell. 
 
 While holy saints are singing 
 Hosannas o’er and o’er, 
 
 Pure Hallelujahs ringing 
 Around me evermore. 
 
 Innumerous choirs before the shining throne 
 Their joyful anthems raise. 
 
 Till Heaven’s glad halls are echoing with the tone 
 Of that great hymn of praise. 
 
 And all its host rejoices. 
 
 And all its blessed throng 
 Unite their myriad voices 
 In one eternal song ! 
 
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 fain my joyous heart would sing 
 I'hat lovely summer-time, 
 
 When God reneweth everything 
 
 In His celestial prime; [earth 
 
 When He shall make new heavens ami 
 And all the creatures there 
 Shall spring from out that second birth 
 All-glorious, pure, and fair. 
 
 The perfect beauty of that sphere 
 No mortal tongue may speak, 
 
 We have no likeness for it here. 
 
 Our words are far too weak ; 
 
 And we must wait till we behold 
 The hour of judgment true. 
 
 That to the soul shall all unfold 
 What God is, and can do. 
 
 For God ere long will summon all 
 Who once on earth were born, 
 
 This flesh shall hear the trumpet’s call 
 And live again that morn, 
 
 And when in Christ His Son we wake, 
 These skies asunder roll, 
 
 And all the bliss of heaven shall break 
 Upon the raptured soul. 
 
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 And He will lead the white-robed throng 
 To His fair Paradise, 
 
 Where from the marriage-feast the song 
 Of endless praise shall rise, 
 
 And from His fathomless abyss 
 Of perfect love and truth. 
 
 Shall flow perpetual joy and bliss, 
 
 In never-ending youth. 
 
 Ah God, now lead me of Thy love 
 Through this dark world aright ; 
 
 Lord Christ, defend me lest I rove, 
 
 Or lies delude my sight ; 
 
 And keep me steadfast in the faith 
 Till these dark days have ceased, 
 
 And ready still in life or death 
 For Thy great marriage-feast. 
 
 And herewith will I end the song 
 Of that fair summer-time j 
 The blossoms shall burst out ere long 
 Of heaven’s eternal prime. 
 
 The year begin, for ever new ; 
 
 God grant us then on high 
 To see our vision here made true. 
 
 And eat the fruits of joy ! 
 
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 WKi^e, awake, for night is 
 flying, 
 
 The watchmen on the heights 
 are crying ; 
 
 Awake, Jerusalem, at last ! 
 Midnight hears the welcome voices, 
 And at the thrilling cry rejoices : 
 Come forth, ye virgins, night is past ! 
 The Bridegroom comes, awake, 
 Your lamps with gladness take; 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 And for His marriage-feast prepare, 
 
 For ye must go to meet Him there. 
 
 Zion hears the watchmen singing. 
 
 And all her heart with joy is springing, 
 She wakes, she rises from her gloom ; 
 For her Lord comes down all-glorious. 
 The strong in grace, in truth vic- 
 torious. 
 
 Her Star is risen, her Light is come ! 
 Ah come. Thou blessed One, 
 God’s own Beloved Son, 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
We follow till the halls we see 
 Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee. 
 
 Now let all the heavens adore Thee, 
 And men and angels sing before Thee 
 With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone; 
 Of one pearl each shining portal, 
 
 Where we are with the choir immortal 
 Of angels round Thy dazzling throne ; 
 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear 
 Hath yet attain’d to hear 
 What there is ours. 
 
 But we rejoice, and sing to Thee 
 Our hymn of joy eternally. 
 
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 "Fi^mTTI Lord recalls the banish’d, 
 •**C'^e** Frees the captives all at last, 
 Every sorrow will have vanish’d 
 Like a dream when night is past ; 
 Then shall all our hearts rejoice, 
 
 And with glad resounding voice 
 We shall praise the Lord who sought us. 
 For the freedom He hath wrought us. 
 
 laft Thy hand to aid us. Father, 
 
 Look on us who widely roam. 
 
 And Thy scatter’d children gather 
 In their long’d-for promised home ; 
 Steep and weary is the way. 
 
 Shorten Thou the sultry day, 
 
 Faithful warriors hast Thou found us, 
 
 I>et Thy peace for aye surround us. 
 
 ^ ' In that peace we reap in gladness 
 
 ;/* What was sown in tearful showers : 
 
 There the fruit of all our sadness 
 Ripens, — there the palm is ours ; 
 
 There our God upon His throne 
 Is our full reward alone ; 
 
 They who all for God surrender 
 
 Bring their sheaves in heavenly splendour. 
 
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 rYBiDe: among us with Thy grace Pag'e 91 
 
 Ah God, my days are dark indeed 201 
 
 Ah dearest Lord ! to feel that Thou art near 183 
 
 Ah Jesus, the merit 34 
 
 Alas ! my Lord and God 141 
 
 All my heart this night rejoices 12 
 
 All praise and thanks to God most high 158 
 
 All things hang on our possessing 206 
 
 Arise, the kingdom is at hand 3 
 
 A pilgrim here I wander 188 
 
 As a bird in meadows fair 7 ^ 
 
 Awake, awake, for night is flying 242 
 
 Blessed Jesus, at Thy word 73 
 
 Blessed Jesus, here we stand 92 
 
 ( 3 an I my fate no more withstand 194 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen again 40 
 
 Christ will gather in his own 129 
 
 Conquering Prince and Lord of glory 54 
 
 Courage, my sorely-tempted heart 155 
 
 Oeck thyself, my soul, with gladness loi 
 
 Sre yet the dawn hath fill’d the skies 42 
 
 Ever w'ould I fain be reading 25 
 
 Faith is a living power from heaven 172 
 
 Oentle Shepherd, Thou hast still’d 131 
 
 I^ark, the Church proclaims her honour 66 
 
 Here behold me, as I cast me 185 
 
 Him on yonder cross I love 35 
 
 Holy Spirit, once again 59 
 
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 I am baptized into Thy name Prige 97 
 
 I know my end must surely come 220 
 
 I know in Whom I put my trust 176 
 
 In God’s name let us on our way 115 
 
 In our sails all soft and sweetly 124 
 
 In Thee is gladness 167 
 
 I say to all men, far and near 44 
 
 Is thy heart athirst to know 24 
 
 I who so oft in deep distress 161 
 
 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high 237 
 
 Jesus, pitying Saviour, hear me 144 
 
 Jesus, whom Thy Church doth own 106 
 
 Jjight of light enlighten me 71 
 
 Lord, all my heart is fix’d on Thee 178 
 
 Lord, a whole long day of pain 87 
 
 Lord God, now open wide Thy heaven 232 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, in Thee alone 139 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, my faithful Shepherd, hear 99 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light 230 
 
 Lord Jesus, mLo, our souls to save 39 
 
 Lo, heaven and earth, and sea and air 160 
 
 Lord, now let Thy servant 236 
 
 QQy cause is God’s, and I am still 227 
 
 My God, in Thee all fulness lies 207 
 
 My Jesus, if the seraphim 56 
 
 I^ow at last I end the strife .180 
 
 Now darkness over all is spread 89 
 
 Now fain my joyous heart would sing 240 
 
 Now lay we calmly in the grave 126 
 
 Now weeping at the grave we stand 128 
 
 Now take my heart and all that is in me 105 
 
 N ow thank we all our God 157 
 
 Now the pearly gates unfold 191 
 
 Now we must leave our father-land 122 
 
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 O Christ, our true and only Light 23 
 
 O Christ, Thou bright and Morning Star 195 
 
 O faithful God ! O pitying Heart 198 
 
 O Father-eye, that hath so truly 'watch’d 69 
 
 O Father-heart, who hast created all 94 
 
 O God, Thou faithful God 149 
 
 Oh how could I forget Him . 109 
 
 Oh Jesus, Lord of Majesty I 47 
 
 O King of Glory ! David’s Son 21 
 
 O Living Bread from Heaven m 
 
 O Lord, be this our vessel now 120 
 
 O Lord my God, I cry to Thee 229 
 
 O Love, who formedst me to wear 103 
 
 O mighty Spirit ! Source whence 165 
 
 Once more the day-light shines abroad 74 
 
 O risen Lord ! O conquering King 46 
 
 O Thou most Highest ! Guardian of mankind 76 
 
 Oh, world ! behold upon the tree 30 
 
 Sad with longing, sick with fears 48 
 
 Seeing I am Jesus’ lamb 9 ^ 
 
 Seems it in my anguish lone 218 
 
 Since Christ is gone to heaven. His home 53 
 
 Sink not yet, my soul, to slumber 84 
 
 Spread, oh spread, thou mighty Word 67 
 
 Sweetest Joy the soul can know 62 
 
 ^hank God it hath resounded 169 
 
 Thank God that towards eternity 8 
 
 The Church of Christ that He hath hallow’d here 65 
 
 Thee Fount of blessing we adore ^8 
 
 The golden morn flames up the Eastern sky 79 
 
 The night is come, wherein at last we rest 82 
 
 Then now at last the hour is come 235 
 
 Thou fairest Child Divine 15 
 
 Though Love may weep with breaking heart 130 
 
 Thou’rt mine, yes, still thou art mine own 132 
 
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 Thou, solemn Ocean, rollest to the strand Page I2I 
 
 Thou sore-oppress’d 37 
 
 Thou Who breakest every chain 152 
 
 Thy parents’ arms now yield thee 95 
 
 To-day our Lord went up on high 51 
 
 True mirror of the Godhead ! Perfect Light 70 
 
 ap! yes, upward to thy gladness 186 
 
 (] 3 hate’er my God ordains is right 212 
 
 What pleases God, O pious soul 209 
 
 When anguish’d and perplex’d 75 
 
 Whene’er again thou sinkest 27 
 
 When in the hour of utmost need 197 
 
 When the Lord recalls the banish’d 244 
 
 Where’er I go, whate’er my task 116 
 
 Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry 5 
 
 Wherefore should I grieve and pine 214 
 
 Who keepeth not God’s word, yet saith 174 
 
 Who knows how near my end may be 221 
 
 Who puts his trust in God most just 208 
 
 Who would make the prize his own 182 
 
 Why art thou thus cast down, my heart . . . ' 204 
 
 World, farewell! of thee I’m tired. 224 
 
 heavens, oh haste your dews to shed i 
 
 
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 1. Ihr Himmel tropfelt Thau in Eil Page i 
 
 2. Auf, auf, ihr Reichsgenossen 3 
 
 3. Warum willst du drauszen stehn 5 
 
 4. Gottlob ein Schritt zur Ewigkeit 8 
 
 Christmas. 
 
 1. Frohlich soli mein Herze springen 12 
 
 2. Du schonstes Gotteskind 13 
 
 3. Herr Jesu Christ dein Kripplein ist 18 
 
 Spiphany. 
 
 1. O Konig aller Ehren 21 
 
 2. O Jesu Christe wahres Licht 23 
 
 3. Wer im Herzen will erfahren 24 
 
 4. Immer muss ich wieder lesen 25 
 
 Passion tl^EEK. 
 
 1. Wenn je du wieder zagst 27 
 
 2. O Welt, sieh hier dein Leben 30 
 
 3. Ach Jesu, dein Sterben 34 
 
 4. Der am Kreuz ist meine Liebe 35 
 
 5. Nun gingst auch Du 37 
 
 6. Der du, Herr Jesu, Ruh und Rast 39 
 
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 1. Christus ist erstanden Page 40 
 
 2. Friihmorgens da die Sonn aufgeht 42 
 
 3. Ich sage Jedem dass Er lebt 44 
 
 4. O auferstandener Siegesfiirst 46 
 
 5. Traiiernd und mit bangem Sehneii 48 
 
 Hscension. 
 
 1. Auf diesen Tag bedenken wir 51 
 
 2. Auf Christi Himmelfahrt 53 
 
 3. Siegesfiirst und Ehrenkonig 54 
 
 4. Mein Jesu, den die Seraphinen 56 
 
 (I)hitsuntide. 
 
 1. Komm, o koinm, du Geist des Lebens 59 
 
 2. O du allersiisste Ereude 62 
 
 3. Die Kircbe Christi die Er geweiht 65 
 
 4. Diess ist der Gemeinde Starke 66 
 
 5. Waite walte nah und fern 67 
 
 Trinity. 
 
 1. Brunn alles Heils, dich ehren wir .... 68 
 
 2. O Vaterhand die mich so treu gefiihret 69 
 
 3. Dreieinigkeit, der Gottheit wahrer Spiegel 70 
 
 ^)oRNiNG Prayer. 
 
 1. Licht von Licht erleuchte mich 71 
 
 2. Liebster Jesu, wir sind hier 73 
 
 3. Es geht daher des Tages Schein 74 
 
 4. Wenn ich in Angst und Noth 75 
 
 5. O allerhochster Menschenhiiter 76 
 
 6. Wie ein Vogel lieblich singet 7 ^ 
 
 7. Im Osten flaramt empor die goldene Sonne 79 
 
 Evening Prayer. 
 
 1. Die Nacht ist kommen darin wir ruhen 82 
 
 2. Werde munter mein Gemiithe 84 
 
 3. Herr, ein ganzer Leidenstag 87 
 
 4. Es ruht die Nacht auf Erden 89 
 
 5. Ach bleib mit deiner Gnade 91 
 
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 1. Liebster Jesu hier sind wir Page 92 
 
 2. O Vaterherz das Erd und Himmel chuf 94 
 
 3. Aus deiner Eltern Armen 95 
 
 4. Weil ich Jesu Schaflein bin 96 
 
 5. leh bin getauft auf deinen Namen 97 
 
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 5. Jesu der du bist alleine . . . 
 
 6. Wie konnt ich Sein vergessen . 
 
 7. Wie wohl hast du gelabet 
 
 For t^RAVELLERS. 
 
 1. In Gottesnamen reisen wir . 
 
 2. In alien unseren Thaten . 
 
 3. O Herr lass unser Schifflein heute 
 
 4. Wie schaumt so feierlich . 
 
 5. Einst fahren wir vom Vaterland 
 
 6. In die Segel sanft und linde . 
 
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 Burial. 
 
 1. Nun lasst uns den Leib begraben . 
 
 2. Am Grabe stehn wir stille . 
 
 3. Aller Gliiubigen Sammelplatz . . 
 
 4. Mag.auch die Liebe weinen . 
 
 5. Guter Hirt, du hast gestillet. 
 
 6. Du bist zwar mein und bleibest mein 
 
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 'as ich bin 105 
 
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Penitence. 
 
 1. Allein zu dir Herr Jesu Christ Page 139 
 
 2. Ach Gott und Herr wie gross imd schwer 14 1 
 
 3. Jesu mein Erbarmer hore 144 
 
 4. O Jesu Konig hoch zu ehren 147 
 
 5. O Gott du frommer Gott 149 
 
 6. O Durchbrecher aller Bande 152 
 
 7. Brich durch mein angefochtnes 155 
 
 Thanksgiving. 
 
 1. Nun danket alle Gott 157 
 
 2. Sei Lob und Ehr dem hochsten Gut 158 
 
 3. Himmel Erde Luft und Meer 160 
 
 4. Ich der ich oft in grosser Noth 161 
 
 5. O grosser Geist, o Ursprung 163 
 
 6. In dir ist Freude 167 
 
 7. Gottlob, nun ist erschollen 169 
 
 The IjiFE OF Paith. 
 
 1. Der Glaub ist eine lebendige Kraft 172 
 
 2. Wer halt nicht Gottes Wort doch spricht 174 
 
 3. Ich weiss an wen ich glaube 176 
 
 4. Herzlich lieb hab ich dich O Herr 178 
 
 5. Nun so will ich denn mein Leben 180 
 
 6. Wer das Kleinod will erlangen 182 
 
 7. Ach mein Herr Jesu dein Naheseyn 183 
 
 8. Sieh hier bin ich Ehrenkbnig 185 
 
 9. Auf hinauf zu deiner Freude 186 
 
 10. Ich bin ein Gast auf Erden 188 
 
 11. Oeffne nun die Perlenthoren 19 1 
 
 Songs of the Gross. 
 
 1. Mag ich Ungliick nicht widerstehn 194 
 
 2. O Christe Morgensterne 195 
 
 3. Wenn wir in hochsten Nothen sein 197 
 
 4. Ach treuer Gott, barmherzigs Herz 198 
 
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GKBIje: OP GaBfQKK I^TORS. 
 
 5. Acli Gott wie manches Herzeleid . . 
 
 6. Warum betriibst du dich mein Herz . 
 
 7. Alles ist an Gottes Segen 
 
 8. Mein Gott bei dir ist alle Fiille. 
 
 9. Wer Gott vertraut hat wohl gebaut 
 
 10. Was Gott gefallt o frommes Kind . 
 
 11. Was Gott thut das ist wohlgethan . . . 
 
 12. Warum sollt ich mich denn gramen . 
 
 13. Sollt es denn bisweilen scheinen . 
 
 tjHE Pinal Gonflict and ^jeaven. 
 
 1. Ich weiss es wird mein Ende kommen 
 
 2. Wer weiss wie nahe mir mein Ende . . 
 
 3. Welt, lebwohl, ich bin dein miide . . . 
 
 4. Ich hab mein Sach Gott heimgestellt . . 
 
 5. O Herre Gott ich ruf zu dir 
 
 6. Herr Jesu Christ mein Lebens Licht . . 
 
 7. Herr Gott nun schleuss dein Himmel auf 
 
 8. Herr nun lass in Friede 
 
 9. So ists an dem dass ich mit Freude . . 
 
 10. Jerusalem du hochgebaute Stadt . 
 
 11. Herzlich thut mich erfreuen 
 
 12. Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme . 
 
 13. Wann der Herr einst die Gefangenen . 
 
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