n O Lord, and Master of us all !

Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.

J. G. Whittier. 231

C. M. 81. I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

“ Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon My breast.”
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad ;
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 quench'd, 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.

H. Bonar.

C. M.

232

THERE is a name I love to hear ;

I love to sing its worth ;
It sounds like music in mine ear,

The sweetest name on earth.

2 It tells me of a Saviour's love,

Who died to set me free ;
It tells me of His precious blood,

The sinner's perfect plea.
3 It tells of one whose loving heart

Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in my sorrow bears a part

That none can bear below.
4 Jesus! the name I love so well,

The name I love to hear ;
No saint on earth its worth can tell,

No heart conceive how dear. 5 This name shall shed its fragrance still

Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill

That leads me up to God. 6 And there, with all the blood-bought

throng,
From sin and sorrow free,
I'll sing the new eternal song
Of Jesus' love to me.

F. Whitfield. 233

C. M.
Thou art the Way, to Thee alone

From sin and death we flee,
And he, who would the Father seek,

Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
2 Thou art the Truth ; Thy word alone

True wisdom can impart ;
Thou only canst inform the mind,

And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb

Proclaims Thy conquering arm ;
And those, who put their trust in Thee,

Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ;

Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

G. W. Doane.

234

C. M.
BEHOLD, where in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was His divine employ.
3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek He stood ;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life ;

He labored for their good.
4 In the last hour of deep distress,

Before His Father's throne,
With soul resigned, He bowed, and said,

“Thy will, not mine, be done !"
5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ;

His image may we bear ;
Oh, may we tread His holy steps,
His joy and glory share !

W. Enfield.

235

C. M.
What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone

Around Thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all

Thy life and death of woe !

2 For ever on Thy burdened heart

A weight of sorrow hung ;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word

Escaped Thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,

Thy friends unfaithful prove ;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,

Thy heart could only love.
4 Oh, give us hearts to love like Thee,

Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all

The wrongs that we receive.
5 One with Thyself, may every eye

In us, Thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace which spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.

E. Denny. 236

C. M.
OH, mean may seem this house of clay,

Yet ’t was the Lord's abode ;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,

Yet here Emmanuel trod.

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear;

This watch the Lord did keep ; These burdens sore the Lord did bear,

These tears the Lord did weep. 3 Our very frailty brings us near

Unto the Lord of heaven;
To every grief, to every tear

Such glory strange is given. 4 But not this fleshly robe alone

Shall link us, Lord, to Thee ;
Not only in the tear and groan

Shall the dear kindred be.

5 We shall be reckoned for Thine own

Because Thy heaven we share,
Because we sing around Thy throne
And Thy bright raiment wear.

T. H. Gill. 237

C. M.
LORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee,

And plead to be forgiven,
So let Thy life our pattern be,

And form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us, through good report and ill,

Our daily cross to bear,
Like Thee to do our Father's will,

Our brethren’s griefs to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel,

Our earthliness refine,
And kindness in our bosoms dwell,

As free and true as Thine.
4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,

And grief's dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry,

Father, Thy will be done!
5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,

Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.

J. H. Gurney. 238

L. M. 61.
O LOVE, who formedst me to wear

The image of Thy Godhead here ;
Who soughtest me with tender care
Through all my wanderings wild and

drear ;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.