O 't is not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793-1847.) 1825.

611

The End of Trials.
(Second part of preceding hymn.)
TAKE, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station

Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:

Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission,

Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. 1825.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo, it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

Sir John Bowring. (1792—1872) 1825.

613
"Kreuz wir grüssen dich von Herzen."
1 CROSS, reproach, and tribulation,
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,

That my soul in Jesus rests.
2 The reproach of Christ is glorious;
Those who here His burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal gladness share.

; Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus,
Ye who live a life of faith;
Lift triumphant songs and praises,
E'en in martyrdom and death.
Bonds, and stripes, and evil story,
Are our honorable crowns;

Pain is peace, and shame is glory, Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. Ludwig Andreas Gotter. (1669-1735.) 1735Moravian Collection. 1754

I EARTHLY joys no longer please us, Here would we renounce them all, Seek our only rest in Jesus,

Him our Lord and Master call.

2 Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for His appearing,
Bids us triumph in His love.

3 May our lights be always burning,
And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning,
Longing for the welcome sound.
4 Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid,

Should He come at night or morning,
Early dawn or evening shade.

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Christ's Service the Fruit of our Labors.
Phil i. 22.
2 What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end,
Thine ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend!

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad.

4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live,

To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could the bowers of Eden give

Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess

His dying love, His saving power. Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702-1751.) 1755. alt. 620 I JESUS, our best belovéd Friend, Draw out our souls in pure desire; Jesus, in love to us descend,

For Grace to surrender all.

Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire. 2 On Thy redeeming Name we call, Poor and unworthy though we be: Pardon and sanctify us all;

Let each Thy full salvation see. 3 Our souls and bodies we resign,

To fear and follow Thy commands;

So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When His salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blesséd hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on His word.

Rev Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 1709. sl alt.

2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear,

Till death shall set me free;

And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' piercéd feet,

Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear Name repeat.

5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring, Beneath heaven's arches high;

3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure

What I've committed to His hands,

Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father's face,
And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

That lives, no more to die.

6 O precious cross! O glorious crown! O resurrection day!

Ye angels, from the stars come down, And bear my soul away.

Our daily cross to bear;
Like Thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brethren's griefs to share.

3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,

And grief's dark day come on,
We in our turn would meekly cry,
Father, Thy will be done.

4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,
Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,

O may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow Thee to heaven.

Rev. John Hampden Gurney. (1802-1862) 1838. ab.