2. He whispers me-"I'm wholly thine,
And thou art Mine forever;
Henceforth all fear and doubt resign,
Confiding in My favor!

Thy ev'ry want shall find supply
From My exhaustless treasures;
I'll fill thy spirit with My joy,

The pledge of endless pleasures." 3. From Jesus and His love, who now, By terrors to divide me,

My great and many sins would show?
His wounds from vengeance hide me;
My sins are great-I'll not despair,
Though conscience, too, arraigns me,
Nor doubt my Saviour's watchful care-
His arm of love sustains me.

4. I thank Thee, God's beloved Son,
Thy boundless grace adoring,

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Which brought Thee from Thy glorious throne,
Our peace with God restoring.

O make my heart a shrine, where peace
Shall keep her constant dwelling;
Where grateful praise shall never cease
Abroad Thy glories telling.

L. M.

1. WHEN marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone, the Saviour, speaks-
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3. Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark ;
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed

The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

4. Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a Star arose- »

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5. It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6. Now safely moored-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and for evermore,

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The Star-the Star of Bethlehem!

L. M.

H. KIRKE WHITE.

1. NONE loves me, Saviour, with Thy love,
None else can meet such needs as mine;
O, grant me, as Thou shalt approve,
All that befits a child of Thine!

2. Give me a faith shall never fail,

One that shall always work by love;
And then, whatever foes assail,

They shall but higher courage move.
3. A heart that, when my days are glad,
May never from Thy way decline,
A heart that loves to trust in Thee,
A patient heart, create in me!

GERMAN.

1. THOUGH Sorrows rise, and dangers roll In waves of darkness o'er

my soul;

Though friends are false, and love decays,
And few and evil are my days;

Though conscience, fiercest of my foes,
Swells with remembered guilt my woes;
Yet even in nature's utmost ill,

I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee still!

2. Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread,
Peals o'er mine unprotected head,
And memory points, with busy pain,
Το grace and mercy given in vain;
Till nature, shrinking in the strife,
Would fly to hell to 'scape from life;
Though every thought has power to kill,
I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee still!
3. O, by the pangs Thyself hast borne,
The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn;
By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom
Was buried in Thy guiltless tomb;
By these my pangs, whose healing smart
Thy grace hath planted in my heart-
I know, I feel Thy bounteous will,
Thou lov'st me, Lord! Thou lov'st me still.

1. A POOR way-faring man of grief

Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief,

That I could never answer nay.

2. I had no power to ask His name,
Whither He went, or whence He came;
Yet there was something in His eye
That won my love, I knew not why.

3. Once when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word He spake ;
Just perishing for want of bread-

I gave Him all; He blessed and brake,

4. And ate, but gave me part again: Mine was an angel's portion then! And while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste! 5. I spied Him where a fountain burst

Clear from the rock; His strength was gone;

The heedless water mocked His thirst:

He heard it, saw it hurrying on.

6. I ran and raised the Sufferer up;

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Thrice from the stream He drained my cup,
Dipped, and returned it running o'er;

I drank, and never thirsted more!

7. In prison I saw Him next, condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored Him 'mid shame and scorn.

8. My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He ask'd if I for Him would die?
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried, "I will !"
9. Then, in a moment, to my view,

The Stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in His hands I knew-

My Saviour stood before my eyes!

10. He spake, and my poor name He named :
"Of Me thou hast not been ashamed;
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst it unto Me !"

MONTGOMERY.

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L.M.

1. ABIDE with us, the evening shades
Begin already to prevail,

And as the evening twilight fades,
Dark clouds around the horizon sail.

2. Abide with us, and still unfold

Thy sacred though prophetic lore,
What wond'rous things of Jesus told-
Stranger, we thirst, we pant for more.

3. O stay with us, and still converse
Of Him that late on Calvary died—
Of Him the prophecies rehearse-
It was our Friend they crucified.

4. Our souls are faint, our hearts are cold,
We thought that Israel He'd restore;
But sweet the truths Thy lips have told,
And, Stranger, we complain no more.
5. Thus, while they prayed, at their request,
The Stranger bows with smile divine;
Then round the board the Unknown Guest,
And weary travelers recline.

6. Abide with us, amaz'd they cried,

As suddenly, while breaking bread, Their own lost Jesus met their eyes, With radiant glories round His head! 7. Abide with us, Thou heavenly Friend, Leave not Thy followers alone,

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The sweet communion here must end-
The heavenly Visitant is gone.

L. M. (Part 1.)*

1. COME, O Thou Traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold but can not see,
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee:
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

2. I need not tell Thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name,
Look on Thy hands and read it there;
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
3. In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let Thee

go,

Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

* Genesis 32: 24-30.