Which from the self-conceited mind,
Thy wisdom hath concealed.

3 Even so! thou, Father, hast ordained
Thy high decree to stand;

Nor men nor angels may presume
The reason to demand.

4 Thou only know'st the Son: from thee My kingdom I receive ;

And none the Father know but they
Who in the Son believe.

5 Come then to me, all ye who groan,
With guilt and fears opprest;
Resign to me the willing heart,
And I will give you rest.

6 Take up my yoke, and learn of me
The meek and lowly mind;
And thus your weary troubled souls
Repose and peace shall find.

7 For light and gentle is my yoke;
The burden I impose

Shall ease the heart, which groaned before
Beneath a load of woes.

181.

CHRIST READY TO SAVE.

Calvary-Nathaniel.

8.7.8.7.

4.7.

1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, This is your accepted hour;

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity and of power;
He is able,

He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you—

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam! 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall! If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call,

4 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies:
On the bloody tree behold Him—
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"

Sinners! will not this suffice?

5 Lo! the great High Priest ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all to sleep: For thee I fain would all resign, And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 2 What though the seas are broad? What though the waves are strong? What though tempestuous winds Distress me all along?

Yet what are seas, or stormy wind, Compared to Christ, the sinner's friend? 3 Thou art my pilot wise,

My compass is thy Word;
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a Lord:
I trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
4 Whene'er becalmed I lie,

And all my storms subside,
Then to my succour fly,

And keep me near thy side;

Far more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

5 Come, heavenly wind, and blow

A prosp'rous gale of
grace,
And waft me from below,

To heaven, my destined place;
Then in full sail my port I'll find,

And leave the world and sin behind!

7 He pardons with o'erflowing love:
For hear the voice divine!
My nature is not like to yours,
Nor like your ways are mine:
8 But far as heaven's resplendent orbs
Beyond earth's spot extend,

As far my thoughts, as far my ways,
Your ways and thoughts transcend.

183.

THE FOUNTAIN OPENED.

Oberlin-Eucharist.

1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners ruined by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full perpetual tide,

Opened when the Saviour died.

2 Come, in poverty and meanness,
Come, defiled without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,

8.7.8.7.

7.7.

Wash your robes and make them white; Ye shall walk with God in light. 3 Come, in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled peace, may find:

4 Soul! then, know thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care.
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine:
Think that Jesus died to win thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
5 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal days before thee:
God's own hand shall guide me there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission:
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days:
Hope shall change to full fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

210.

THE CROSS WITH CHRIST.

Salzbourg-Burton-Crediton.

1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here;
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

C. M.