I HYMN. `ATHER! we are poor indeed, Deep and urgent is the need 2 Grant, oh grant! our daily food, And descendings of Thy dew; 4 Lead them to the shepherds' tents, 5 In Thy favour let us live, Grant in measure, day by day, 6 Light and vain the joy it yields, 7 Soon our light afflictions fade, And the wounds of time are healed; When in brightening hues array'd, Heavenly glories are revealed. 8 When the proving storm is past, Life's allotted trial ceased; Gather all Thy flock at last, To the fold of heavenly rest. 9 Sorrow, then, shall flee away, Care from every bosom cease, 10 Wipe away your glistening tears, Abraham Beale. I J JUST AS I AM. UST as I am-without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, 2 Just as I am—and waiting not, To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 3 Just as I am-though toss'd about, 66 4 Just as I am—Thou wilt receive, O Lamb of God, I come! II 5 Just as I am-Thy love unknown, I HEAVEN. Charlotte Elliott. WE speak of the realms of the blest ; That country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confest, But what must it be to be there? 2 We speak of its pathway of gold, But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care ; From trials without and within ; But what must it be to be there? 4 We speak of its service of love; 5 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure and woe, I And shortly we also shall know, Preston Hymn Book. THE LORD OUR SHepherd. O Thy pastures, fair and large, Heavenly Shepherd, lead Thy charge; And my couch, with tenderest care, 'Midst the springing grass prepare. 2 When I faint with summer's heat, 3 Thou my soul anew shalt frame, When through devious paths I stray, 4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread, head; Fill'd by Thee, my cup o'erflows, 5 Constant to my latest end, Merrick. I REVELATIONS VII., 13-17. HOW bright these glorious spirits shine: Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats, Of everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great, And in the blood of Christ have wash'd 3 Now with triumphal palms they stand, And serve the God they love, amidst 4 His presence fills each heart with joy, 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, 6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne, Feed them with nourishment divine, 7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock, I And God the Lord from every eye W. Cameron. (Variation from Watts.) HUMILITY. OLEST are the humble souls that see BTheir emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, 3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Watts. |