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2 Lord of my life! my soul's most pure desire,

Its hope and peace ; Let not the faith Thy loving words inspire

Falter, or cease ; But be to me, true friend, my chief delight,

And safely guide, that every step be right. 3 My blessed Lord ! what bliss to feel Thee near,

Faithful and true ; To trust in Thee, without one doubt or fear,

Thy will to do; And all the while to know that Thou, our

friend, Art blessing us, and wilt bless to the end. 4 And then, oh, then! when sorrow's night is o'er,

Life's daylight come, And we are safe within heaven's golden door,

At home! at home! How full of glad rejoicing will we raise, Saviour, to Thee our everlasting praise.

H. Bateman, 854

7,7,7,7,4. With Refrain.
Day is dying in the west;
Heav'n is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight

Thro' all the sky.
REFRAIN.— Holy, holy, holy

Lord God of Hosts !
Heav'n and earth are full of Thee !
Heav'n and earth are praising Thee,

O Lord most high !

2 Lord of life, beneath the dome

Of the Universe, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.- Ref.

Mary A. Lathbury.


L. M.
Now to the Lord a noble song !
Awake, my soul ! awake, my tongue !
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all His boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,

The brightest image of His grace!
God, in the person of His Son,

Has all His mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood

Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And Thy rich glories from afar

Sparkle in every rolling star.
4 But in His looks a glory stands,

The noblest labor of Thy hands ;
The pleasing lustre of His eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace, —'t is a sweet, a charming theme;

My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground.

6 Oh! may I live to reach the place,

Where He unveils His lovely face,
Where all His beauties you behold,
And sing His name to harps of gold.

1. Watts.

"- Ref.


8s, 7s. With Refrain: My days are gliding swiftly by,

And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them, as they fly,

Those hours of toil and danger ; REFRAIN. — For, oh, we stand on Jordan's

strand ; Our friends are passing over ; And just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover. 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,

Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,

“Let every lamp be burning : 3 Should coming days be cold and dark,

We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,

Where golden harps are ringing :- Ref. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,

Each cord on earth to sever ;
Our King says,

" Come !" and there's
our home,
Forever, oh, forever :- Ref.

D. Nelson. 857

C. M.
I LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day

In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And alĩ His promises to plead,

Where none but God can hear.

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3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast

On Him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

Mrs. P. H. Brown.


C. M. I've found the Pearl of greatest price,

My heart doth sing for joy ;
And sing I must; for Christ is mine,

Christ shall my song employ.

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King ;

A Prophet full of light, My great High-Priest before the throne,

My King of heavenly might.

3 For He indeed is Lord of lords,

And He the King of kings; He is the Sun of righteousness,

With healing in His wings.

4 Christ is my Peace ; He died for me,

For me He gave His blood ; And as my wondrous Sacrifice,

Offered Himself to God.

5 Christ Jesus is my All in all,

My Comfort and my Love, My Life below, and He shall be

My Joy and Crown above.

J. Mason.


8,8,8,6. DRAWN to the cross, which Thou hast

blessed With healing gifts for souls distressed, To find in Thee my life, my rest,

Christ Crucified, I come.
2 Thou knowest all my griefs and fears,

Thy grace abused, my misspent years ;
Yet now to Thee, with contrite tears,

Christ Crucified, I come.

3 Wash me, and take away each stain ;

Let nothing of my sin remain ;
For cleansing, though it be through pain,

Christ Crucified, I come.

4 And then for work to do for Thee,

Which shall so sweet a service be
That angels well might envy me,
Christ Crucified, I come.

Miss G. M. Irons.


CHRIST for the world we sing ;
The world to Christ we bring,

With loving zeal;
The poor, and them that mourn,
The faint and overborne,
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn,

Whom Christ doth heal.

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