1 My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine:
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;

As thou hast died for me,
O may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,-
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,

Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

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Shephered of tender youth.

1 Shepherd of tender youth,
Guiding in love and truth
Through devious ways;
Christ our triumphant King,
We come thy name to sing;
Hither our children bring
To shout thy praise.

2 Thou art our holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife:

Thou didst thyself abase,
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,
And give us life.

3 Thou art the great High Priest;
Thou hast prepared the feast
Of heavenly love;
While in our mortal pain
None calls on thee in vain ;
Help thou dost not disdain,
Help from above.

4 So now, and till we die,
Sound we thy praises high,
And joyful sing:

Infants, and the glad throng
Who to thy Church belong,
Unite to swell the song

To Christ our King.

Clement of Alexandria, (220.) Tr. by H. M. Dexter

114 Wat a Friend we have in Jesus!

1 WHAT a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry

Every thing to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit,

O what needless pains we Lear, All because we do not carry

Every thing to God in prayer!

2 Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged,

Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness,

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?— Precious Saviour, still our refuge,

Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his armis he'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there.

Horatius Bonar.

1 LABORING and heavy laden, Wanting help in time of need, Fainting by the way from hunger. "Bread of life!" on thee we feed. Thirsting for the springs of waters That, by love's eternal law. From the stricken Rock are flowing, "Well of life!" from thee we draw.

2 In the land of cloud and shadow, Where no human eye can see, Light to those who sit in darkness, "Light of life!" we walk in thee. Thou the grace of life supplying, Thou the crown of life wilt give; Dead to sin, and daily dying,

"Life of life!" in thee we live. John S. B. Monnsell,

Doxology.

PRAISE the God of our salvation ;.

Praise the Father's boundless love; Praise the Lamb, our expiation; Praise the Spirit from above, Author of the new creation, Him by whom our spirits live; Undivided adoration

To the one Jehovah give!

Josiah Conder, alt.

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1 I NEED thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.

I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to thee!

2 I need thee every hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and a-bide.
Or life is vain.

4 I need thee every hour;
Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.

5 I need thee every hour, Most Holy One;

O make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son!

Mrs, Annie S. Hawks.

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For full redemption.

1 My Saviour, on the word of truth
In earnest hope I live;
I ask for all the precious things
Thy boundless love can give.
I look for many a lesser light
About my path to shine;
But chiefly long to walk with thee,
And only trust in thine.

2 Thou knowest that I am not blest
As thou wouldst have me be,
Till all the peace and joy of faith
Possess my soul in thee;

And still I seek, 'mid many fears,
With yearnings unexpressed,
The comfort of thy strengthening
love,

Thy soothing, settling rest.

3 It is not as thou wilt with me,
Till, humbled in the dust,

I know no place in all my heart
Wherein to put my trust:
Until I find, O Lord, in thee,
The Lowly and the Meek,
The fullness which thy own redeemed
Go nowhere else to seek.

Anna L. Waring.