5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done:
Partner of my throne shalt be;
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is cold and faint
Yet I love thee, and adore;
O for grace to love thee more.
298 Lord, thou knowest all things: thou knowest [TEN 7s. that I love thee.-John xxi. 17.
1 FROM the guiding star that led
Sages to the manger bed;
From the God incarnate press'd
To the mother-maiden's breast;
From the labours humbly plied
Day by day at Joseph's side;
From the sacred lessons learn'd
When the lamp of evening burn'd,-
Steals the voice persuasively,
"Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?"
2 From the Holy Dove who came
Through the azure heavens like flame;
From the fast, the foughten strife;
From the victory of life;
From the happy homes that smiled,
Parent heal'd and rescued child;
From the health that play'd again
On the cheek long worn with pain,-
Still there sounds unweariedly,
"Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?"
3 From the mingled glow and gloom
Of the Paschal upper room;
From the deepening shades that fell
Over Kedron's awful dell;
From the blood-stain'd pathway trod
By the fainting Son of God;
From the woes to us unknown,
Bitter cross, and sealed stone,-
Ever comes persistently,
"Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?"
4 From the dawn of Easter light
Breaking on the world's long night;
From the glories lingering yet
On the brow of Olivet;
From the rapturous angel-songs;
From the Pentecostal tongues ;
From the voice divinely sweet
At the golden mercy-seat,-
Pleads, and pleads victoriously,
"Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?
5 "Lord, thou knowest through and through All I am and say and do,
All the daily wants that press,
All my hourly waywardness,
All my conflicts, crosses, cares,
Feeble praises, struggling prayers ;-
Yet thou knowest, Lord, that I
Fain for thee would live, would die;
Surely thou, who knowest me,
Knowest, Master, I love thee."1
I will love thee, O Lord my strength.
Ps. xviii. 1.
1 THEE will I love, my strength, my tower; Thee will I love, my joy, my crown; Thee will I love with all my power,
In all thy works, and thee alone;
Thee will I love till sacred fire
Fills my whole soul with pure desire.
2 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind:
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.
3 Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet with steady pace
Still to press forward in thy way:
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
4 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath thy frown
Or smile-thy sceptre or thy rod;
What though my flesh and heart decay,
Thee shall I love in endless day."
When they had nothing to pay, he frankly
forgave them.-Luke vii. 42.
He gave me back the bond;
It was a heavy debt;
And as he gave he smiled and said,
"Thou wilt not me forget."
He gave me back the bond;
The seal was torn away;
And as he gave he smiled and said,
"Think thou of me alway."
That bond I still will keep,
Although it cancell'd be,
It tells me of the love of him
Who paid the debt for me.
I look on it and smile;
I look again and weep;
That record of his love for me
I will for ever keep.
But it shall ever tell
All that I owed was fully paid
By my Emmanuel.
Her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for [D.C.M.
she loved much.-Luke vii. 47.
1 We love thee, Lord; yet not alone, because thy bounteous hand
Showers down its rich and ceaseless gifts on ocean and on land;
We praise thee, gracious Lord, for these, yet not for these alone
The incense of thy children's love arises to thy throne.
2 We love thee, Lord, because, when we had err'd and gone astray,
Thou didst recall our wandering souls into the heavenward way,
When helpless, hopeless, we were lost in sin and sorrow's night,
A guiding ray was granted us from thy pure fount of light.
3 Because, O Lord, thou lovedst us with everlasting love,
And sentest forth thy Son to die that we might live above;
Because, when we were heirs of wrath, thou gavest hopes of heaven;
We love because we much have sinn'd, and much have been forgiven.
We are debtors.-Rom. viii. 12.
1 WHEN this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's finish'd story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,—
Not till then,-how much I owe.
2 When I stand before the throne,
Dress'd in beauty not my own;
When I see thee as thou art,
Love thee with unsinning heart;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,-
Not till then,-how much I owe.
3 When the praise of heaven I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters' noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,—
Not till then, how much I owe.
4 Even on earth, as through a glass,
Darkly, let thy glory pass;
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make thy Spirit's help so meet;
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of how much I owe.
5 Chosen not for good in me,
Waken'd up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.*
Sundays after Trinity: Holiness.
"DAILY ENDEAVOURING OURSELVES TO FOLLOW THE BLESSED STEPS OF HIS MOST HOLY LIFE."
303 Leaving us an example that ye should follow
his steps.-1 Pet. ii. 21.
1 LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee,
And plead to be forgiven,
So let thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.
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