4

Behold the Lamb of God!
Worthy is He alone,

That sitteth on the throne
Of God above;

One with the Ancient of all days,
One with the Comforter in praise,
All Light and Love.

Out of the depths have 1 cried unto Thee, O Lord."-Ps. cxxx. 1.

252 OUT of the deep I call

[H. BAKER.

To Thee, O Lord, to Thee;
Before Thy throne of grace I fall,
Be merciful to me.

2 Out of the deep I cry,

The woful deep of sin,

Of evil done in days gone by,

Of evil now within.

3 Out of the deep of fear,

And dread of coming shame,
From morning watch till night is near
I plead the Precious Name.

4 Lord, there is mercy now,

As ever was, with Thee;

Before Thy throne of grace I bow,
Be merciful to me.

"My son, give Me thine heart."-Prov. xxiii. 26.

Belmont, 49.]

C.M.

[R. H. BAYNES

253 MY God, accept my heart this day,

And make it always Thine,

That I from Thee no more may stray
No more from Thee decline.

2 Before the Cross of Him who died,
Behold, I prostrate fall;

Let every sin be crucified,
And Christ be all in all.

3 Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
And seal me for Thine own,

That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship near Thy throne.

4 Let every thought, and work, and word,
By Thee be ever blest;

Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of rest.

"As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you."-Isa. Ixvi. 13.

Sanctuary, 446.)

254

IN

7.7. (Trochaic.) [W. TIDD MATSON. whom shall I find comfort, Mid trouble and annoyance? To whom confide my rapture

When throbs my heart with joyance?
To Thee I turn, O Father!

Alike in joy and sadness:
Thou Healer of all sorrow,
And Giver of all gladness.

2 But may I dare approach Thee,
Polluted and unholy?

Yet who on earth before Thee,
Is free from sin and folly?
Thy child, to Thee I hasten,

Whose fond embrace hath won me,
And cast my every burden

In confidence upon Thee.

3 Thy loving voice hath sounded

My grace your bonds hath severed;

O come to Me, ye weary,

And ye shall be delivered!"

'Tis well! O jubilate !

Sweet peace and pardon knowing,
In Thy kind arms I shelter,

My soul with love o'erflowing.

"Whether we live, therefore, or die, we are the Lord's."-Rom. xiv. 8.

255 JESUS! I live to Thee,

HENRY HARBAUGH.

The loveliest and best;

My life in Thee, Thy life in me,
In Thy blest love I rest.

2 Jesus! I die to Thee,

3

4

Whenever death shall come;
To die in Thee is life to me,
In my eternal home.

Whether to live or die,
I know not which is best;
To live in Thee is bliss to me,

To die is endless rest.

Living or dying, Lord,

I ask but to be Thine:

My life in Thee, Thy life in me,
Makes heaven for ever mine.

"Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, Thou that leadest Joseph like a flock."-Ps. lxxx. 1.

Dalkeith, 239.]

10.10.

[W. H. BURLEIGH.

EAD us, O Father! in the paths of

256 L peace ;

Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, And doubts appal, and sorrows still increase; Lead us through Christ, the true and living way.

2 Lead us, O Father! in the paths of truth; Unhelped by Thee, in error's maze we grope, While passion stains and folly dims our youth, And age comes on uncheered by faith and hope. 3 Lead us, O Father! in the paths of right; Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night, Only with Thee we journey safely on.

4 Lead us, O Father! to Thy heavenly rest, However rough and steep the path may be, Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in Thee.

"Teach me Thy way, O Lord."-Ps. xxvii. 11. Fulda, 127.1

L.M.

[W. TIDD MATSON.

257 TEACH me, O Lord, Thy holy way,

And give me an obedient mind,
That in Thy service I may find
My soul's delight from day to day.

2 Guide me, O Saviour, with Thy hand,

And so control my thoughts and deeds, That I may tread the path which leads Right onward to the blessed land.

8 Help me, O Saviour, here to trace

The sacred footsteps Thou hast trod,
And meekly walking with my God,
To grow in goodness, truth, and grace.
4 Guard me, O Lord, that I may ne'er
Forsake the right, or do the wrong;
Against temptation make me strong,
And round me spread Thy sheltering care.

5 Bless me, O Saviour, in each task
Begun, continued, done for Thee;
Fulfil Thy perfect work in me;
What less-what greater dare I ask?

"My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God."

Ludwig, 101.

Ps. xlii. 2.

6.6.

258 MY spirit longs for Thee

[J. BYROM

Within my troubled breast,

Though I unworthy be

Of so Divine a guest.

2 Of so Divine a guest

Unworthy though I be,

Yet has my heart no rest

Unless it comes from Thee.

3 Unless it comes from Thee,
In vain I look around;
In all that I can see
No rest is to be found.

4 No rest is to be found

But in Thy blessed love:
Oh let my wish be crowned,
And send it from above.

"That in Me ye might have peace "-John xvi. 33. 168. 85.83. [STEPHEN THE SADAITE

Christus Consolator, 468.
Cyril, 21.

tr. by J. M. NEALE.

ΑΙ 259 Art thou sore distressed?

RT thou weary, art thou languid,

"Come to Me," saith One, "and coming,
Be at rest."

2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my guide?

In His feet and hands are wound-prints,
And His side.

8 Is there diadem, as monarch,
That His brow adorns?

Yea, a crown in very surety,
But of thorns.

4 If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here?
Many a sorrow, many a labour,
Many a tear.

5 If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?

Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
Jordan passed.

6 If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay?

Not till earth, and not till heaven,
Pass away.

7 Finding, following, weeping, struggling,
Is He sure to bless?

Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs

Answer, Yes!

"Lord, save us: we perish."-Matt. viii. 25.

Succour, 481.
Sarnen, 421.

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12.12.

[BISHOP HERER.

260 WHEN thro' the torn sail the wild

tempest is streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,

We fly to our Maker:-" Save, Lord, or we perish!"