Christian evangelist in all quarters of the world. A word fitly spoken, indeed!

UST as I am, without one plea,

JU

But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am (Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down),
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, of that free love

The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above,

O Lamb of God, I come!

63-HARK, MY SOUL, IT IS THE LORD. THIS poem of Cowper's, Mr. Gladstone has translated into Latin.

[ARK, my soul! it is the Lord;

HAR

'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?

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"I delivered thee when bound,

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

"Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
"Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
"Thou shalt see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shalt be:
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?"
Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is cold and faint,
Yet I love Thee and adore,
O for grace to love Thee more!

TUNE "ST. BEES."

Archdeacon Sinclair mentions this as one of the two hymns which he has found most useful, the second being Bishop Ken's "Evening Hymn." Archdeacon

Sinclair says: 666 'Hark, my Soul' is the most beautiful of all English hymns. It emphasises what is the essence of the Christian faith, the appeal of Christ to the individual man. It describes in language that is exquisitely simple and true the work of the Saviour for the soul in redemption. In words hardly less powerful than those of St. Paul, it brings home to the heart the truth that He who speaks to us through the Gospel is the fulness of Him who filleth all in all, and then it closes by bringing the poor human heart, conscious of its own feebleness, into its true attitude of absolute reliance on the Divine peace, in which it lives and moves, and has its being."

64-O LOVE, THAT WILT NOT LET

ME GO.

A CORRESPONDENT, writing from Scotland, pleads for Dr. Matheson's hymn, which begins with "O Love, that wilt not let me go," and says: "At a time of great spiritual darkness, when God, Christ, and Heaven seemed to have gone out of my life, and neither sun nor stars in many days appeared, after months of hopeless misery of mind, I heard this hymn sung in a little country chapel. The first two lines haunted me for weeks, and at last brought light and comfort to my dark soul."

A Presbyterian minister says: "More than any other hymn it appeals to me," for a reason altogether different from that of the previous correspondent. "Amongst students of philosophy Hegel is always gaining appreciation. This hymn is Hegelianism in verse."

LOVE, that wilt not let me go,

I rest my weary soul on Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depth its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light, that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;

My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy, that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,

That morn shall fearless be.

O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;

I lay in dust life's glory dead,

And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

TUNE "ST. MARGARET."

65-WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS

CROSS.

THIS is one of the four hymns which stand at the head of all hymns in the English language. Here is the hymn as Dr. Watts wrote it:

WHEN

THEN I survey the wondrous Cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His Head, His Hands, His Feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the world,
And all the world is dead to me!

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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TUNE-"ROCKINGHAM."

This is said to be Watts's finest hymn. Julian puts it as one of the four which, for popular use, stand at the head of all other English hymns, the other three being Ken's "Morning Hymn,' Hark, the Herald Angels," and "Rock of Ages." Mrs. Evans, the original of George Eliot's Dinah in "Adam Bede," quoted the third verse when dying. Father Ignatius, when preaching at the Church of St. Edmund the King, Lombard Street, slowly repeated the last line after the congregation had sung it, and added, "Well, I am surprised to hear you sing that. Do you know that altogether you only put fifteen shillings into the bag this morning?"

66-THERE IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD.

TH

HERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,