IN SORROW

GENTLY, Lord, oh, gently lead us,
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Through the trials yet decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in Thy perfect way.

In the hour of pain and anguish,

In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear;
And, when mortal life is ended,
Bid us in Thine arms to rest,
Till, by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.

Thomas Hastings [1784-1872]

"JUST FOR TO-DAY"

LORD, for to-morrow and its needs,

I do not pray:

Keep me, my God, from stain of sin,

THE VOICE FROM GALILEE

I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

Come unto Me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad,
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold, I freely give
The living water,-thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live."

I came to Jesus and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him, my Star, my Sun;

And in that Light of life I'll walk
Till traveling days be done.

Horatius Bonar [1808-1889]

FAITH

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!

He Standeth at the Door

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire;

As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love for Thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be.-
A living fire!

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.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll;

Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;

O bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul!

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Ray Palmer [1808-1887]

HE STANDETH AT THE DOOR

IN the silent midnight watches,
List-thy bosom door!

How it knocketh-knocketh-knocketh

Knocketh evermore!

Say not 'tis thy pulse's beating:

'Tis thy heart of sin;

'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth,

"Rise, and let Me in!"

Death comes on with reckless footsteps,

To the hall and hut:

Think you Death will tarry, knocking,

Where the door is shut?

Jesus waiteth-waiteth-waiteth,
But the door is fast;

Grieved, away my Saviour goeth;
Death breaks in at last.

Then 'tis time to stand entreating
Christ to let thee in:

At the gate of Heaven beating,
Wailing for thy sin.

Nay!-alas, thou guilty creature!
Hast thou, then, forgot?

Jesus waited long to know thee;

Now He knows thee not.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe [1818-1896]

"THERE IS A GREEN HILL"

THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,

Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains He had to bear,

But we believe it was for us

He hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,

That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,

And try His works to do.

Cecil Frances Alexander [1818-1895]