Why should I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?

Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

Thy favour all my journey through
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!

But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to Thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils the skies
Drives all these thoughts away.

We Look to Thee.

WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST.

ULL of weakness and of sin,

FULL

We look to Thee for life;

Lord, Thy gracious work begin,

And calm the inward strife!

Thy Mercies are Great.

Though our hearts are prone to stray,

Be Thou a constant Friend;
Though we know not how to pray,
Thy saving mercy send!

Let Thy Spirit, gracious Lord,
Our souls with love inspire,
Strength and confidence afford,
And breathe celestial fire!

Teach us first to feel our need,
Then all that need supply;
When we hunger, deign to feed,
And hear us when we cry!

When we cleave to earthly things,
Send Thy reviving grace;

Raise our souls, and give them wings
To reach Thy holy place!

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Thy Mercies are Great.

J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by N. 7. Sporle.

HY mercies are great,

THY

For Thy love is unbounded,

The rich at Thy gate

Stand abash'd and confounded;

The poor and the meek,

In Thy goodness excelling,

Thy throne they may seek,

And may enter Thy dwelling!

Thy mercies are great,
They are never denied us;
Our footsteps await;

To Thy wisdom confide us;
Our hope and our trust

In Thy goodness we centre,
That, arisen from dust,

We Thy kingdom may enter.

Jesus! Hear and Save!

L

BISHOP REGINALD HEBER.

ORD of mercy and of might!
Of mankind the Life and Light!

Maker, Teacher Infinite!

Jesus! hear and save!

Who, when sin's tremendous doom

Gave creation to the tomb,

Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb,

Jesus! hear and save!

Mighty Monarch! Saviour mild !

Humbled to a mortal child,

Captive, beaten, bound, reviled,

Jesus! hear and save!

Throned above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of lords, and King of kings,

Jesus! hear and save!

Who shall yet return from high,
Robed in might and majesty,
Hear us! help us when we cry!
Jesus! hear and save!

Pleading for Pardon.

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Pleading for Pardon.

REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE.

WHE

HEN at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner's dying friend,

And for His sake receive my prayer.

Oh, think not of my shame and guilt,

My thousand stains of deepest dye; Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy.

Think, Lord, how I am still Thy own,
The trembling creature of Thy hand;
Think how my heart to sin is prone,
And what temptations round me stand.

Oh, think upon Thy holy Word,

And every plighted promise there; How prayer should evermore be heard, And how Thy glory is to spare.

Oh, think not of my doubts and fears,
My strivings with Thy grace Divine :
Think upon Jesus' woes and tears,

And let His merits stand for mine.

Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull;
Thine arm can never shorten'd be ;

Behold me here; my heart is full;

Behold, and spare, and succour me!

"Hallowed be Thy Name!"

J. E. CARPENTER.—Music by N. J. Sporle.

"HALLOW'D be Thy name!”

Even while we sleep,

In our dreams the same
As when we wake to weep;

In the hour of joy,

In the hour of shame,
Lord! our thoughts employ-
"Hallow'd be Thy name!"

On the raging sea,

In the desert lone,

Lord! we bend the knee,

And bow before Thy throne;

Dread ruler of the flood,

And of the raging flame,

Omnipotent and good,

"Hallow'd be Thy name!"

Dh, Help Us, Lord!

DEAN MILMAN.

OH, help us, Lord! each hour of need

Thy heavenly succour give;

Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.