3-Sometimes with bitter weeping With well-nigh hopeless pleadings, No plant of heaven is springing, 4-The shades of evening gather From pastors and from teachers Let them believe not vainly The table hath been spread! 6-Yes! On the stormy waters Vain are the surging waters, And the seed be found in glory, When those proud waves are still. 1-Oh! where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? Double S.M. "Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole ; The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; "Tis not the whole of life to live; 2-Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasur❜d by the flight of years ; 3-Lord God of truth and grace, Here would we end our quest; The life of perfect love,-the rest Of immortality. MONTGOMERY. 138 Luke xxii. 19. P.M. (SACRAMENTAL.) 1-Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen; Here with firmer hand th' eternal grace, grasp And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 2-Here would I feed upon the bread of God; Here drink with Thee the royal wine of 1 heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, 3—I have no help but Thine; nor do I need Another arm save Thine to lean upon; It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed; My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone. 4-I have no wisdom save in Him, who is 5-Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood. This is my robe, my refuge, and my peace- 6-Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, but not the love, is pass'd and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here Nearer than ever-still my shield and sun. 7-Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; Yet passing, points to the great feast above; Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy, The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love. 1-There is a name I love to hear, The sweetest name on earth. BONAR. C.M. 2-It tells me of a Saviour's love It tells me of His precious blood, 3-It tells me of a Father's smile, It cheers me through this "little while," 4-It tells me what my Father hath And, though I tread a darksome path, 5—It tells of One whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in my sorrow bears a part That none can bear below. 6-It bids my trembling heart rejoice, It tells me in "a still small voice " |