342 Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much [11s. fruit.-John xv. 8.

1 SAVIOUR, blessèd Saviour, listen whilst we sing, Hearts and voices raising praises to our King. All we have we offer; all we hope to be; Body, soul, and spirit, all we yield to Thee. 2 Farther, ever farther, from thy wounded side Heedlessly we wander'd, wander'd far and wide; Till thou cam'st in mercy, seeking young and old,

Lovingly to bear them, Saviour, to thy fold. 3 Nearer, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to thee, Deep in adoration bending low the knee:

Thou for our redemption cam'st on earth to die; Thou, that we might follow, hast gone up on high.

4 Great and ever greater are thy mercies here; True and everlasting are the glories there,

Where no pain or sorrow, toil or care is known, Where the angel legions circle round thy throne. 5 Clearer still and clearer dawns the right from heaven,

In our sadness bringing news of sin forgiven; Life has lost its shadows, pure the light within; Thou hast shed thy radiance on a world of sin. 6 Brighter still and brighter glows the western

sun,

Shedding all its gladness o'er our work that's done;

Time will soon be over, toil and sorrow past; May we, blessed Saviour, find a rest at last.

7 Onward, ever onward, journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us, journeying on to God; Leaving all behind us, may we hasten on, Backward never looking till the prize is won.

8 Higher then and higher bear the ransom'd soul, Earthly toils forgotten, Saviour, to its goal; Where, in joys unthought of, saints with angels sing,

Never weary raising praises to their King.

Amen.

Sundays after Trinity: Warning and
Invitation.

TO-DAY, IF YE WILL HEAR HIS VOICE, HARDEN
NOT YOUR HEARTS."

343

1

Exhort one another daily while it is called [S.M.
to-day.-Heb. iii. 13.

TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.
2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.
3 Since, on this winged hour
Eternity is hung,

4

5

Waken, by thine almighty power,
The aged and the young.

One thing demands our care;
O be it still pursued;

Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renew'd.

To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light;

Lest life's young golden beams should die
In sudden endless night.

344 Let us labour to enter into that rest.—Heb. iv. 11. [S.M.

1

O WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound

Or pierce to either pole.

2

The world can never give

3

4

5

6

The bliss for which we sigh,

"Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.

There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banish'd from thy face,
And evermore undone.

Here would we end our quest:

Alone are found in thee

The life of perfect love,—the rest

Of immortality.

345 Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. [7s. 6s John vi. 37.

1 "COME unto me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest."
Oh, blessèd voice of Jesus,

Which comes to hearts oppress'd!

It tells of benediction,

Of pardon, grace, and peace,
Of joy that hath no ending,

Of love which cannot cease.

2" Come unto me, dear children,
And I will give you light."
Oh, loving voice of Jesus,

Which comes to cheer the night!
Our hearts were fill'd with sadness,
And we had lost our way,
But morning brings us gladness,
And songs the break of day.

3." Come unto me, ye fainting,
And I will give you life."
Oh, peaceful voice of Jesus,

Which comes to end our strife!
The foe is stern and eager,

The fight is fierce and long;
But thou hast made us mighty,
And stronger than the strong.

4"And whosoever cometh,
I will not cast him out."
Oh, patient voice of Jesus,
Which drives
away our doubt!
Which calls us, very sinners,
Unworthy though we be

Of love so free and boundless,
To come, dear Lord, to thee."

The Spirit and the Bride say, Come.

Rev. xxii. 17.

346

1

THE Spirit in our hearts

Is whispering, Sinner, come:

[S.M.

The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all her children, Come.

2

Let him that heareth say

To all about him, Come:

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come.

3

4

Yea, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;

'Tis Jesus bids him come.

Lo, Jesus, who invites,

Declares, I quickly come.

Lord, even so we wait thine hour:

O blest Redeemer, come.*

Saints' Days: The Church Triumphant.

"MAKE THEM TO BE NUMBERED WITH THY SAINT{ IN GLORY EVERLASTING."

THE INNOCENTS' DAY.

There is hope in thine end, that thy children [S.M. shall come again.—Jer. xxxi. 17.

347

1

GLORY to thee, O Lord,

Who from this world of sin,

By the fierce monarch's ruthless sword

Those precious ones didst win.

2 Glory to thee, O Lord;

3

4

For now, all grief unknown,
They wait in patience their reward,
The martyr's heavenly crown.

Baptized in their own blood,
Earth's untried perils o'er,

They pass'd unconsciously the flood,
And safely gain'd the shore.

Glory to thee, for all

The ransom'd infant band,

Who since that hour have heard thy call,

And reach'd the quiet land.

5

O that our hearts within,

Like theirs, were pure and bright;