GREENWOOD. S. M.

J. E.SWEETSER.

776 "Jesus is my friend."
SINCE Jesus is my friend,

And I to him belong,
It matters not what foes intend,
However fierce and strong.

2 He whispers in my breast

Sweet words of holy cheer,
How they who seek in God their rest
Shall ever find him near;-

3 How God hath built above
A city fair and new,

Where eye and heart shall see and prove What faith has counted true.

4 My heart for gladness springs;
It cannot more be sad;

For very joy it smiles and sings,—
Sees naught but sunshine glad.

SEIR. S. M.

MELODY. C. M.

A. CHAPIN.

The quiet wa-ters by.

THE Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want:
He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

2 My soul he doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Ev'n for his own name's sake.

3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill;

For thou art with me, and thy rod

And staff me comfort still.

4 My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;

My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

5 Goodness and mercy, all my life,
Shall surely follow me;

And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.

Francis Rous.

O JESUS! King most wonderful,
Thou Conqueror renowned,
Thou sweetness most ineffable,
In whom all joys are found!

2 When once thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine,
Then earthly vanities depart,

Then kindles love divine.

3 O Jesus, Light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire,--

4 May every heart confess thy name,
And ever thee adore;

And, seeking thee, itself inflame

To seek thee more and more.

5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless, Thee may we love alone; And ever in our life express

The image of thine own.

Edward Caswall, tr

BEATITUDO. C. M.

J. B. DYKES.

O blessed Saviour,is thy love So great, so full, so

free? Behold, we give our tho'ts, our hearts, Our lives, our all, to thee.

782

O BLESSED Saviour, is thy love
So great, so full, so free?

Behold, we give our thoughts, our hearts,
Our lives, our all, to thee.

2 We love thee for the glorious worth
Which in thyself we see;

We love thee for that cross of shame
Endured so patiently.

3 No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die;

Thou for thine enemies wast slain:

What love with thine can vie?

4 Make us like thee in meekness, love,
And every beauteous grace;

From glory unto glory changed,
Till we behold thy face.

PENIEL. C. M.

Joseph Stennett.

783

"Humble Thoughts."

OUR Father, hear our longing prayer,

And help this prayer to flow,

That humble thoughts, which are thy care, May live in us and grow.

2 For lowly hearts shall understand
The peace, the calm delight

Of dwelling in thy heavenly land,
A pleasure in thy sight.

3 Give us humility, that so
Thy reign may come within,
And when thy children homeward go,
We too may enter in.

4 Hear us, our Saviour! ours thou art,
Though we are not like thee;

Give us thy Spirit in our heart,
Large, lowly, trusting, free.

George MacDonald.

THOMAS HASTINGS.

786 Strength, Fortress, Refuge.

DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel.

3 But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust.

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat,

With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.

Anne Steele.

787

"Whom unseen, we love."

JESUS, these eyes have never seen

That radiant form of thine!
The vail of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine!

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Yet art thou oft with me;

And earth has ne'er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with thee.

3 Like some bright dream that comes unWhen slumbers o'er me roll, [sought, Thine image ever fills my thought,

And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;

I love thee, dearest Lord!-and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, And still this throbbing heart,

The rending vail shall thee reveal,
All glorious as thou art!

Ray Palmer.

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Oh, then shall the vail be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured!
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored!
3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,

Intrude on my blissful repose:
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!

William Cowper. J. B. DYKES.