A. BERRIDGE, 1905

203 HARVARD 8.6.8.6.8.8.

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In Christ I feel the heart of God Throb-bing from heaven through earth;

The soul springs up, a flower of prayer,Breathing His breath out on the air. # A-men.

Copyright, 1905, by W. GARREtt Horder

2 In Christ I touch the hand of God,
From His pure height reached down,
By blessed ways before untrod,

To lift us to our crown;

Vict'ry that only perfect is

Through loving sacrifice, like His.

3 Holding His hand, my steadied feet
May walk the air, the seas;

On life and death His smile falls sweet,

Lights up all mysteries;

Stranger nor exile can I be

In new worlds where He leadeth me.

4 Not my Christ only; He is ours:
Humanity's close bond;
Key to its vast, unopened powers,
Dream of our dreams beyond.
What yet we shall be none can tell:
Now are we His, and all is well.

LUCY LARCOM (1826-1893)

yond a broth-er's Cost - ly, free, and knows no end:

His head with ra-diant glo-ries crown'd, His lips with grace o'er-flow. A-men.

His head with radiant glo-ries crown'd, His lips with grace o'er-flow. A-men.

206 ST. CHRYSOSTOM L. M. 61.

JOSEPH BARNBY, 1872

9:3

Jesus, my Lord,my God,my all, Hear me,blest Saviour, when I call;

Hear me, and from Thy dwell-ing-place Pour down the rich-es of Thy grace:

Jesus,my Lord, I Thee a-dore; O make me love Thee more and more. A-men.

2 Jesus, too late I Thee have sought;
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy name?
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

3 Jesus, what didst Thou find in me

That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?

How great the joy that Thou hast brought,
So far exceeding hope or thought!

Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

4 Jesus, of Thee shall be my song;

To Thee my heart and soul belong:

All that I have or am is Thine;

And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine:
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

HENRY COLLINS, 1854