3 Lift your eyes, ye sons of light, Zion's city is in sight : 4 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Bids you undismayed go on. Gladly leaving all below; J. Cennick. 78. 476 EARTH has nothing sweet or fair, Christ, of beauty source and spring. 2 When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Brightly imaged on my mind. 4 Lord of all that's fair to see, Come, reveal Thyself to me ; J. Scheffler. Tr. F. E. Cox. 7s. 477 JESUS, name of wondrous love, 2 Jesus, name decreed of old, To the maiden mother told, By the angel Gabriel. To the fallen sons of earth, 4 Jesus, name of mercy mild, Given to the holy Child, 5 Jesus, only name that's given Under all the mighty heaven, 6 Jesus, name of wondrous love, Human name of God above : W. W. How. 478 CHRIST, of all my hopes the ground, Christ, the spring of all my joy, Still for Thee my pow'rs employ. 2 Fountain of o’erflowing grace, Freely from Thy fullness give ; May I prove it Christ to live. 3 When I touch the blessed shore, Back the closing waves shall roll ; Part from Thee my ravished soul. 4 Thus, oh, thus an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky; R. Wardlaw. 479 7s, 6s. 81. O JESUS, ever present, O shepherd, ever kind, To ear, and heart, and mind. To muse on things above; With cords of mighty love. My feet had gone astray, The guardian of my way. And wounded sore by sin, And healing balms poured in. Wherever Thou wilt lead ; With Thee at hand to feed. Thy voice, in life so mighty, În death shall make me bold ; L. Tuttiett. 480 7s, 6s. 81. I COULD not do without Thee, O Saviour of the lost, At such tremendous cost; Thy precious blood must be My glory and my plea. 2 I could not do without Thee, I cannot stand alone, No wisdom of my own; Art all in all to me, If leaning hard on Thee. For, oh, the way is long, And sigh replaces song: I do not know the way ; And wilt not let me stray. 4 I could not do without Thee, O Jesus, Saviour dear ; I know that Thou art near. How dreary and how lonely This changeful life would be, The secret rest with Thee ! For years are fleeting fast, The river must be passed ; And though the waves roll high, F. R. Havergal. 481 C. M. With sweetness fills my breast; And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame Nor can the memory find, O Saviour of mankind. O joy of all the meek, How good to those who seek ! 4 But what to those who find ? Ah, this, Nor tongue nor pen can show ; None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize shalt be ; And through eternity. |