am bi tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how
2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me,
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
With Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee, Abba Father!
I have stayed my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me, 'T will but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O, 't is not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O, 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
5 Take, my soul, 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;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine?
6 Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry F. Lyte
I lay my sins on Je sus, The spot less Lamb of
White in His blood most precious, Till not a spot re - mains. A-MEN.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus:
All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus, Emmanuel, Christ the Lord: Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured.
4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's Holy Child;
I long to be with Jesus
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.
I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad.
2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold, I freely give
The living water: thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him.
3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.
Horatius Bonar
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