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The thorn it was poignant,

But precious to me,-
'Twas the message of mercy-

It led me to Thee.

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Zech. xiii. 9. P. M. R. HEY.
ORD, unto Thee I lift a troubled heart,

A tearful eye;
But if Thy hand have sent the sting—the


If Thou art nigh,
Nigh though unseen, upon my knees I pray,
Dry not those tears : take not that sting

away! 2 Clothe me with sackcloth, mingle Thou

my food

With ashes still ;
I'll bless the hand that is educing good

From seeming ill:
Should I thus walk in darkness, if my sight
Could bear undazzled more of heaven's

own light?
3 Not till the molten gold be purified,

Slack Thou the flame:
Give me but grace Thy pleasure to abide,

To see Thy aim ;
To know that Thou art with me in the fire:
I need no more ; I nothing else desire.



1 Peter i. 24, 25. 7.6. 1

leaves around me falling Are preaching of decay ; The hollow winds are calling,

Come, pilgrim, come away !"


The day in night declining,

Says I must too decline;
The year its life resigning-

Its lot foreshadows mine.
2 The light my path surrounding,

The love to which I cling,
The hopes within me bounding,

The joys that round me sing-
All melt like stars of even

Before the morning's ray,
Pass upward into heaven,

And chide at my delay.
3 The friends gone there before me,

Are calling from on high,
And joyous angels o'er me

Tempt sweetly to the sky.
“Why wait,” they say, and “wither,

'Mid scenes of death and sin ?
O rise to glory hither,

And and true life begin." 4 I hear the invitation,

And fain would rise and come;
A sinner to salvation;

An exile to his home :
But while I here must linger,

Thus, thus let all I see
Point on, with faithful finger,

To Heaven, O Lord, and Thee.

891 ONE

Prov. viii. 17.

8's & 4s. 1 NE there is above all others,

Oh, how He loves !
His is love beyond a brother's,

Oh, how He loves !
Earthly friends may fail and leave thee,
This day soothe, the next day grieve thee,
But this Friend will ne'er deceive thee,

Oh, how He loves!

2 Love this Friend who died to save theo

Oh, how He loves !
Dost thou love? He will not leave thee,

Oh, how He loves !
Think no more, then, of to-morrow,
Take His easy yoke and follow,
Jesus carries all thy sorrow,

Oh, how He loves !
3 All thy sins shall be forgiven,

Oh, how He loves !
Backward shall thy foes be driven,

Oh, how He loves !
Best of blessings He'll provide thee,
Nought but good shall e'er betide thee,
Safe to glory He will guide thee,

Oh, how He loves!

892 Psalm xxxi. 15. P. M.

A. L. W.

my life
Is portioned out for me,
And the changes that will surely come,

I do not fear to see ;
But I ask Thee for a present mind,

Intent on pleasing Thee.
2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,

Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,

And to wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,

To soothe and sympathise.
3 I would not have the restless will

That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know ;
I would be treated as a child,

And guided where I go.

4 Wherever in the world I am,

In whatsoe'er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts

To keep and cultivate ;
And a work of lowly love to do

For the Lord on whom I wait.
6 So I ask Thee for the daily strength,

To none that ask denied,
And a mind to blend with outward life,

While keeping at Thy side ;
Content to fill a little space,

If Thou be glorified.
And if some things I do not ask

In my cup of blessing be,
I would have my spirit filled the more

With grateful love to Thee-
And careful-less to serve Thee much,

Than to please Thee perfectly.
7 There are briers besetting every path,

Which call for patient care ; There is a cross in every lot,

And an earnest need for prayer: But a lowly heart that leans on Thee

Is happy any where.
8 In a service which Thy love appoints,

There are no bonds for me;
For my secret heart is taught the truth

That makes Thy children free;
And a life elf-renouncing love

Is a life of liberty.

893 Psalm xlii. 4–6. C.M. MONTGOMERY. i T'Around Thine altar meet;

HOUSANDS, O Lord of Hosts! this day, And tens of thousands throng to pay

Their homage at Thy feet.

2 They see Thy power and glory there,

As I have seen them too ; They read, they hear, they join in prayer,

As I was wont to do.
3 They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung,

In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue

Might learn new themes of praise. 4 For Thou art in their midst to teach,

When on Thy name they call : And Thou hast blessings, Lord, for each,

Hast blessings, Lord, for all. 5 I, of such fellowship

In spirit turn to Thee;
Oh! hast Thou not a blessing left,

A blessing, Lord, for me?
6 The dew lies thick upon the ground,

Shall my poor fleece be dry?
The manna rains from heaven around;

Shall I of hunger die ? 7 Behold Thy prisoner ;-loose my bands,

If 'tis Thy gracious will;
If not, contented in Thy hands,

Behold Thy prisoner still!
8 I may not to Thy courts repair,

Yet here Thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate a house of prayer

In my surrendered heart.
9 To faith reveal the things unseen;

To hope the joys untold :
Let love, without a veil between,

Thy glory now behold.
10 O make Thy face on me to shine,

That doubt and fear may cease; Lift up Thy countenance benign

On me,-and give me peace.

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