1. Jesus calls us: o'er the tu-mult Of our life's wild restless sea, Day by day His sweet voice 2. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would

No. 255.

J. H. Newman.

Lead, Kindly Light.

J. B. Dykes.

1. Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom Lead Thou me on;
2. I
was not ev-er thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on;
3. So long Thy pow'r has blest me, sure it still Will lead me on

The night is
I loved to
O'er moor and

dark, and I am far from home;
choose and see my path; but now
fen, o'er crag and tor-rent, till

Lead Thou me on:
Lead Thou me on.
The night is

Keep Thou my
I loved the

gone; And with the

feet; I gar-ish morn those

do not ask to

see The dis-tant scene, -one stepe-nough for me. day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: Re-mem-ber not past years. angel-fa-ces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost a - while.

Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned.

ra-diant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'er-flow, His lips with grace o'er-flow. He than all the fair That fill the heav'nly train, That fill the heav'nly train. bore the shameful cross, And car-ried all my grief, And car-ried all my grief. tri-umph over death, And saves me from the grave, And saves me from the grave.

No. 257.

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded.

James W. Alexander, tr.

Samuel S. Wesley.

1. O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully sur2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sin-ners' gain: Mine, mine was the trans 3. What language shall I bor-row, To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this, Thy dy - ing 4. Be near when I am dying, O show Thy cross to me, And for my suc - cor

round-ed With thorns, Thine on-ly crown; 0
gression, But Thine the dead-ly

sor

fly

row, Thy pit y with-out
ing, Come, Lord, and set me

sa-cred Head, what glo ry, What pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior, 'Tis end? Lord, make me Thine for - ev er, Nor free. These eyes, new faith re ceiving, From

bliss, till now was Thine! Yet, tho' de-spised and go - ry, I joy to call Thee mine.
I
deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
let me faithless prove: O let me never, never, A-buse such dy - ing love.
Jesus shall not move; For he who dies be- liev-ing, Dies safe-ly, thro' Thy love.

merciful and might - y, God in Three Per - sons, bless-ed Trin - i - ty! fall -ing down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and ev - er-more shalt be. there is nane be -side Thee, Per - fect in pow'r, in love, and puri - ty.

The Wondrous Gross..

my pride. them to His blood. so rich a crown? my life, my all.

My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour con-tempt on all
All the vain things that charm me most, I sac - rifice
Did e'er such love and sor - row meet, Or thorns com-pose
Love so amaz-ing, so divine, Demands my soul,

Ancient of days, Pa-vil - ioned in splen-dor, and girded with praise. thun - der-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. scends to the plain, And sweet-ly distills in the dew and the rain. firm to the end! Our Maker, De-fend-er, Redeem-er, and Friend.