But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer,
And shield my soul from sin.
O let me hear Thee speaking
In accents clear and still,
Above the storms of passion,
The murmurs of self-will:
O speak to re-assure me,
To hasten or control;
O speak, and make me listen,
Thou Guardian of my soul.
O Jesus, Thou hast promised
To all who follow Thee,
That where Thou art in glory
There shall Thy servant be;
And, Jesus, I have promised
To serve Thee to the end
O give me grace to follow,
My Master and my Friend.
O let me see Thy foot-marks,
And in them plant mine own;
My hope to follow duly

Is in Thy strength alone;
O guide me, call me, draw me,
Uphold me to the end;

And then in Heav'n receive me,

My Saviour and my Friend. Amen.

TUNE-"DAY OF REST."

78-OH TO BE NOTHING, NOTHING.

THIS is one of the most popular of modern hymns.

A lady who worked among the girls in business houses in the West of England for twelve years, said: "It is always surprising to hear and discover what were

not.

the hymns which seemed to help the girls and which did One of them which seemed to be most helpful was this, 'Oh to be nothing, nothing."" The authoress herself writes: "It has always been a wonder to me why that helped people under such varied circumstances. Prof. Rendell Harris has often told me how much he has owed to that hymn. I could show you, were it not breaking confidences, a sheaf of letters giving testimony to the help which that hymn has been to all sorts and conditions of men and women - Roman Catholics, Unitarians, High Churchmen, Dissenters under all kinds of circumstances." It has been translated into many languages, and has circulated far and wide, meeting everywhere with immense acceptance.

H to be nothing, nothing!

OF

Only to lie at His feet,

A broken and emptied vessel,

For the Master's use made meet.
Emptied that He might fill me,
As forth to His service I go;
Broken that so unhindered

His life through me might flow.

Oh to be nothing, nothing!
Only as led by His hand;
A messenger at His gateway,
Only waiting for His command:
Only an instrument ready

His praises to sound at His will;
Willing, should He not require me,
In silence to wait on Him still.

Oh to be nothing, nothing!

Painful the humbling may be,
Yet low in the dust I 'd lay me

That the world might my Saviour see.

Rather be nothing, nothing!

To Him let our voices be raised:
He is the Fountain of blessing,
He only is meet to be praised.

TUNE FROM "SONGS AND SOLOS."

X.-The Warfare of Life.

79-ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS.

THE Duke of Cambridge, late Commander-in-Chief of the British Army, mentioned this processional hymn by the Rev. S. Baring-Gould as his favourite.

NWARD, Christian soldiers! marching as to war,

ONWA

With the Cross of Jesus, going on before.
Christ, the Royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see His banners go.

Onward, Christian soldiers! marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus, going on before.

At the sign of triumph, Satan's host doth flee;
On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise:
Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise !

Like a mighty army moves the church of God: Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod;

We are not divided, all one body we
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise

and wane;

But the church of Jesus constant will remain ;

Gates of hell can never 'gainst that church prevail; We have Christ's own promise—and that cannot fail.

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng; Blend with ours your voices in the triumph-song: "Glory, laud, and honour, unto Christ the King This through countless ages men and angels sing.

TUNE "ST. GERTRUDE."

80-OFT IN SORROW, OFT IN WOE. KIRKE WHITE's marching song of the Christian Life has no such lilting tune attached to it as Onward, Christian Soldiers," but being older it has probably helped more souls than its recent rival.

FT in sorrow, oft in woe,

OFT

Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the bread of life.

Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,

Great your strength if great your need.

Onward, then, to glory move,

More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.

TUNE-"EPHRAIM."

81-SOLDIERS OF CHRIST, ARISE!

THIS hymn by Charles Wesley is inspiriting as the blast of the bugle :

OLDIERS of Christ, arise!

SOLDI

And put your armour on,

Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His eternal Son.

Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.

Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,

And win the well-fought day;

That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,

Ye

may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand complete at last.

TUNE" GILDAS."

82-CHRISTIAN! SEEK NOT YET REPOSE.

ANOTHER of Charlotte Elliott's hymns which has achieved no little popularity.

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HRISTIAN! seek not yet repose,"
Hear thy guardian Angel say:

Thou art in the midst of foes;

"Watch and pray."