495

7s, 6s. 81.

I NEED Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.

2 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly_store.
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,

To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

3 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus;
I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus

To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trial,

And all my sorrows share.

4 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus,

And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow
And seated on Thy throne:
There, with Thy blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be

To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.

F. Whitfield.

496

8,6,8,8,6.

DEAR Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our feverish ways;
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind;
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper rev'rence, praise.

2 In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,

The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee.

3 O Sabbath rest by Galilee :

O calm of hills above!

Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,

Interpreted by love.

4 Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.

5 Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm;

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;

Speak thro' the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still small voice of calm !

497

I HUNGER and I thirst;
Jesus, my manna be :
Ye living waters, burst
Out of the rock for me.

J. G. Whittier.

6s.

2 Thou bruised and broken bread,
My life-long wants supply;
As living souls are fed,
Oh feed me, or I die!

3 Thou true life-giving vine,

Let me Thy sweetness prove;
Renew my life with Thine,
Refresh my soul with love.

4 Rough paths my feet have trod,
Since first their course began ;
Feed me, Thou bread of God;
Help me, Thou Son of Man.

5 For still the desert lies
My thirsting soul before;
O living waters, rise

498

Within me evermore!

SON of God, to Thee I cry :
By the holy mystery

J. S. B. Monsell.

Of Thy dwelling here on earth,
By Thy pure and holy birth,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry :
By Thy bitter agony,

By Thy pangs to us unknown,
By Thy spirit's parting groan,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

3 Prince of life, to Thee I cry :
By Thy glorious majesty,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,

7s. 61.

Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

4 Lord of glory, God most high,
Man exalted to the sky,

With Thy love my bosom fill,
Prompt me to perform Thy will;
Then Thy glory I shall see,
Thou wilt bring me home to Thee.

499

R. Mant.

7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Toward heav'n, thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So my soul, derived from God,
Pants to view His glorious face,
Forward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

R. Seagrave.

500

P. M. 8,7,8,7,3.

LORD, I hear of showers of blessing

Thou are scatt'ring full and free, Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing ; Let some portion fall on me, even me! 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father, Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather Let Thy mercy light on me, even me!

3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour, Let me love and cling to Thee; I am longing for Thy favor;

Whilst Thou'rt calling, oh call me, even me!

4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit,

Thou canst make the blind to see; Witnesser of Jesus' merit,

Speak the word of power to me, even me!

5 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of Christ, so rich and free,
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me, even me!

6 Pass me not! this lost one bringing,
'Tis but one more, Lord, for Thee;
All my heart to Thee is springing ;
Blessing others, oh bless me, even me!

501

Mrs. E. Codner.

JESUS, Thy boundless love to me

L. M. 61.

No thought can reach, no tongue declare; Oh, knit my thankful heart to Thee And reign without a rival there. Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am, Be Thou alone my constant flame.