7 O Lord, and Master of us all! We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, 231 J. G. Whittier. I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest; C. M. 81. Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Weary, and worn, and sad; 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 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 And in that light of life I'll walk 232 H. Bonar. THERE is a name I love to hear; C. M. 2 It tells me of a Saviour's love, It tells me of His precious blood, 3 It tells of one whose loving heart 4 Jesus! the name I love so well, No saint on earth its worth can tell, 5 This name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill 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. 233 F. Whitfield. C. M. THOU art the Way, to Thee alone And he, who would the Father seek, 2 Thou art the Truth; Thy word alone Thou only canst inform the mind, 3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb And those, who put their trust in Thee, 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, G. W. Doane. 234 BEHOLD, where in a mortal form, With mildest radiance shine. C. M. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To preach glad tidings to the poor, 3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, 4 In the last hour of deep distress, With soul resigned, He bowed, and said, 66 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! 235 W. Enfield. C. M. WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! 2 For ever on Thy burdened heart 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 4 Oh, give us hearts to love like Thee, 5 One with Thyself, may every eye That gentleness and grace which spring E. Denny. 236 C. M. Он, mean may seem this house of clay, Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear; 3 Our very frailty brings us near 4 But not this fleshly robe alone 5 We shall be reckoned for Thine own 237 T. H. Gill. LORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. C. M. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Like Thee to do our Father's will, 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 238 J. H. Gurney. L. M. 61. O LOVE, who formedst me to wear O Love, I give myself to Thee, |