Tell me the story of Jesus;

Write on my heart every word.

Tell me the story most precious,

Sweetest that ever was heard.

Tell how the angels, in chorus,

Sang as they welcomed His birth,

“Glory to God in the highest!

Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Fasting, alone in the desert,

Tell of the days that He passed,

How for our sins He was tempted,

Yet was triumphant at last.

Tell of the years of His labour;

Tell of the sorrow He bore;

He was despised and afflicted,

Homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,

Suffering in anguish and pain;

Tell of the grave where they laid Him,

Tell how He liveth again.

Love in that story so tender,

Clearer than ever I see;

Stay, let me say, “I will follow

Him who has suffered for me.”

Jesus only is our message;

Jesus all our theme shall be;

We will lift up Jesus ever;

Jesus only will we see.

Jesus only is our Saviour,

All our guilt He bore away,

All our righteousness He gives us,

All our strength from day to day.

Jesus only is our power,

Dwelling in each yielded heart;

We need never fear nor falter,

Grace and strength He doth impart.

Jesus only is our Master,

Sweet it is His will to do;

We would yield ourselves to serve Him,

With His chosen faithful few.

Jesus came from heaven revealing

God the Father here below,

All His truth to us declaring,

That we might His purpose know.

Deepest darkness is prevailing,

O’er the world on every side;

But if we will follow Jesus,

We shall in His light abide.

He has given His life a ransom,

That the prisoner might go free,

And has sent His servants warning

Men from coming wrath to flee.

Satan’s power will soon be broken,

When the Prince of Life appears;

Then the darkness will be over,

God shall wipe away our tears.

O God of Bethel! by whose hand

Thy people still are fed,

Who through this weary pilgrimage

Hast all our fathers led.

Our vows, our prayers we now present

Before Thy throne of grace;

God of our fathers, be the God

Of their succeeding race.

Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.

O spread Thy covering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease;

And at our Father’s loved abode,

Our souls arrive in peace.

Such blessings from Thy gracious hand,

Our humble prayers implore;

And Thou shalt be our chosen God,

And portion evermore.

O Love that will not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in Thee;

I give Thee back the life I owe,

That in Thine ocean depths its flow

May richer, fuller be.

O Light, that follow’st all my way,

I yield my flick’ring torch to Thee;

My heart restores its borrowed ray,

That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day

May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy, that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to Thee:

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

And feel the promise is not vain,

That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross, that liftest up my head,

I dare not ask to fly from Thee:

I lay in dust life’s glory dead,

And from the ground there blossoms red

Life that shall endless be.

Jesus calls us o’er the tumult

Of this world’s wide sea,

Do not longer vainly wander,

Give thy heart to me.

If your heart be oft disquieted,

Tossing to and fro,

And your life as days are passing

Seems to darker grow.

Many souls are bruised and broken,

Sighing for release,

Yet how few will follow Jesus,

Source of heavenly peace.

Hear the voice of wisdom calling,

Do not further go

In the ways of dark confusion,

And of endless woe.

Oh how sweet the glorious message,

Simple faith may claim;

Yesterday, today, for ever,

Jesus is the same.

Still He loves to save the sinful,

Heal the sick and lame;

Cheer the mourner, still the tempest,

Glory to His name!

He who was the Friend of sinners,

Seeks thee, lost one, now;

Sinner, come, and at His footstool,

Penitently bow.

He who said, “I’ll not condemn thee,

Go, and sin no more,”

Speaks to thee that word of pardon,

As in days of yore.

Him who pardoned erring Peter,

Never need’st thou fear;

He that came to faithless Thomas,

All thy doubt will clear.

He who let the loved disciple

On His bosom rest,

Bids thee still, with love as tender,

Lean upon His breast.

He who mid the raging billows,

Walked upon the sea;

Still can hush our wildest tempest,

As on Galilee.

He who wept and prayed in anguish,

In Gethsemane,

Drinks with us each cup of trembling,

In our agony.

Wash me, O Lamb of God,

Wash me from sin!

By Thine atoning blood,

O make me clean.

Purge me from every stain,

Let me Thine image gain,

In love and mercy reign,

O’er all within.

Wash me, O Lamb of God,

Wash me from sin!

I long to be like Thee—

All pure within.

Now let the crimson tide,

Shed from Thy wounded side,

Be to my heart applied,

And make me clean.

Wash me, O Lamb of God,

Wash me from sin!

By faith Thy cleansing blood,

Now makes me clean.

So near art Thou to me,

So sweet my rest in Thee—

Oh, blessed purity,

Saved, saved from sin.

Wash me, O Lamb of God,

Wash me from sin!

Thou, while I trust in Thee,

Wilt keep me clean.

Each day to Thee I bring,

Heart, life, yea, everything,

Saved, while to Thee I cling,

Saved from all sin.

There’s a hand held out in pity,

There’s a hand held out in love;

It will pilot to the city,

Where our Father dwells above.

Shall I to this hand extended,

Pay no heed as it invites?

Shall my Saviour be offended,

Give I not to Him His rights?

Nay, I would this proffered hand take,

Knowing that it leads aright;

Yes, I would this loving choice make,

Trusting in His love and might.

Then, as hand in hand together

With my Saviour, with my Friend,

With my Christ, my Elder Brother,

Let Him lead till life shall end.

“Jesus, died for sinners,” faithful saying this,

Turn from sin and face God, get the Father’s kiss.

Reconciled through Jesus, life shalt thou receive,

Christ in you, the hope of glory, whom we preach, believe.

Hear the call of Jesus, heavy laden come,

He sweet rest will give thee, make thee feel at home.

While God’s mercy lingers, wilt thou leave thy sin?

He will pardon thee through Jesus, give thee joy within.

Pardoned through Christ’s dying, saved then by His life,

As He dwells within thee, ’midst the daily strife,

World, and flesh, and devil, never needst thou fear,

If thou dost abide in Jesus victory’s always sure.

Tell it out with gladness, this the Gospel true,

Christ for your atonement, then ’tis Christ in you;

Treading in His footsteps, walking in the light,

Blood of Jesus Christ then cleanses all that is not right.

More about Jesus would I know,

More of His grace to others show;

More of His saving fulness see,

More of His love who died for me.

More about Jesus let me learn,

More of His holy will discern;

Spirit of God, my teacher be,

Showing the things of Christ to me.

More about Jesus in His Word,

Holding communion with my Lord;

Hearing His voice in every line,

Making each faithful saying mine.

More about Jesus on His throne,

Riches in glory all His own;

More of His kingdom’s sure increase,

More of His coming, Prince of Peace.

In tenderness He sought me,

Weary and sick with sin,

And on His shoulders brought me

Back to His fold again,

While angels in His presence sang,

Until the courts of Heaven rang.

He pointed to the nail-prints,

For me His blood was shed,

A mocking crown so thorny

Was placed upon His head;

I wondered what He saw in me,

To suffer such deep agony.

So while the hours are passing,

All now is perfect rest;

I’m waiting for the morning,

The brightest and the best.

When He will call us to His side,

To be with Him, His spotless bride.

Lord Jesus, lead— oh! lead me lest I stray,

Hold Thou my hand!

I fear the snares and pitfalls in the way,

Hold Thou my hand!

I am so weak and prone to go astray;

Guide Thou my feet lest I should miss the way.

Dear Lord, Thou’st always loved me, love me still

And keep me pure;

Break Thou my pride, subdue my stubborn will,

I’ll then walk sure.

If but my life might glorify Thee, Lord,

’Twould be well spent, and joy to me afford.

If my poor life can be of use to Thee,

I yield it all—

To Thee Who died upon the cruel tree,

And drank the gall;

I’ll walk with Thee, tho’ thorns are in the way

That pierced Thy feet— oh! let me never stray.

Thy life was given for me!

Thy blood, O Lord, was shed

That I might ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead.

Thy life was given for me;

What have I given for Thee?

Long years were spent for me,

In weariness and woe,

That through Eternity

Thy glory I might know.

Long years, were spent for me,

Have I spent one for Thee?

And Thou hast brought to me,

Down from Thy home above,

Salvation full and free,

Thy pardon and Thy love.

Great gifts Thou broughtest me;

What have I brought to Thee?

Oh, let my life be given,

My years for Thee be spent;

World-fetters all be riven,

And joy with suffering blent;

To Thee, my all I bring,

My Saviour and my King!

When I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ, my God,

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small,

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

The Saviour is calling,

Give ear to His voice;

All heaven is anxious

Awaiting your choice.

Oh, grieve not His Spirit

Lest He should depart

And leave you for ever,

No hope in your heart.

The door is now open,

God’s mercy is great;

Why halt ye and linger?

You may be too late.

The tempter is saying,

“Wait some other day”;

How sad if you perish

Through turning away.

Still walking in darkness,

Refusing the light,

Unwilling to serve Him,

Denying the right.

Despising the Saviour,

How fearful the cost—

Through wilful rejection

Your soul will be lost.

When the Saviour calls, will we ready be?

Will we answer back, “I have lived for Thee”?

Will we hear from Him the words, “Well done,

Enter into rest, thou faithful one”?

Are we building now, on the solid rock,

A house that the tempest can never shock,

That will stand secure for evermore,

When we all have crossed to the other shore?

Are we building now, on the drifting sand,

A house that can never the storm withstand?

Sad will be our end, if thus we build;

At last with grief we will be filled.

Let us therefore build as the Master said,

Let us take the Lord as our only Head;

And follow Him tho’ the world may sneer;

If we build on the rock, we need not fear.

My soul desires to walk with God

Along the path His chosen trod.

I hear Him calling, “Come away,”

And joyfully I now obey.

The world may frown, I do not fear;

He waits with words of hope and cheer,

To help me on my homeward way,

Where I shall rest at close of day.

New springs within my heart arise

While I behold His sacrifice.

My soul desires, it yearns to be

A sacrifice, O Lord, for Thee.

Though powers of earth and hell oppose,

I rest in this— “My Father knows,”

His word is sure, it cannot fail;

Rejoice, my soul, thou shalt prevail.

We love the perfect way of God,

The lowly path the Saviour trod;

Pilgrims and strangers here we roam,

We’re travelling on to God and home.

We hear His voice and bless the hand

That leads us through the desert land.

We know the end is fair and sweet,

Where we shall rest our weary feet.

Our God is pitiful and kind,

He found us lost in sin, and blind,

And gently led us to the light,

Our song shall praise Him day and night.

His arm is strong, we do not fear

Though Satan’s host is ever near,

He will protect us and defend,

And keep us faithful to the end.

I love to think the way of God is just the path that Jesus trod,

And that He planned the same for me, to give me life eternally.

The love of God within my heart will teach me how to do my part,

In serving Him from day to day, and walk in Jesus’ lowly way.

The costly garments He provides are worn, if we in Him abide;

The world looks on and doth despise the heavenly treasure, heavenly prize.

In desert plains a feast is spread, the bread of heaven freely fed,

And those who eat thereof shall live; the living waters life will give.

God’s time is now, Oh do not wait

Until another day is born;

His Spirit, grieved, may take His flight,

And leave you never to return.

God’s time is now, Oh linger not,

The shades of night are falling fast,

And still you undecided stand,

What if today should be your last?

God’s time is now, yet you rebel,

And wait a more convenient day;

While angels bow their heads and weep,

You cast the Saviour’s love away.

Souls of men! why will ye scatter

Like a crowd of frightened sheep!

Foolish hearts, why will ye wander

From a love so true and deep?

Was there e’er so kind a Shepherd

One so gentle, yet so great,

As the Saviour who would have us

Come and gather round His feet!

There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,

Like the wideness of the sea:

There’s a kindness in His justice,

Which is more than liberty.

There is no place where earth’s sorrows

Are more felt than up in heaven;

There is no place where earth’s failings

Have such kindly judgment given.

For the love of God is broader

Than the measure of man’s mind;

And the heart of the Eternal

Is most wonderfully kind.

“Come unto Me,” it is the Saviour’s voice;

The Lord of Life, who bids thy heart rejoice,

“Oh, weary heart, with heavy cares opprest,

Come unto Me and I will give you rest.”

Weary with life’s long struggle, full of pain,

Oh, doubting soul, thy Saviour calls again!

Thy doubts shall vanish and thy sorrows cease,

“Come unto Me and I will give you peace.”

“Oh, dying man with guilt and sin dismayed,

With conscience wakened, of thy God afraid.

’Twixt hopes and fears, oh, end the anxious strife,

Come unto Me and I will give you life.”

Life, rest and peace, the flowers of deathless bloom

The Saviour gives us not beyond the tomb,

But here and now, on earth, some glimpse is giv’n

Of joys which wait us through the gates of heav’n.

“Take up thy cross,” the Saviour said,

“If thou wouldst My disciple be;

Deny thyself, the world forsake,

And humbly follow after Me.”

Take up thy cross, let not its weight

Fill thy weak spirit with alarm;

His strength shall bear thy spirit up,

And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.

Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame,

Nor let thy foolish pride rebel;

Thy Lord for thee the cross endured,

To save thy soul from death and hell.

Take up thy cross, then, in His strength,

And calmly ev’ry danger brave;

’Twill guide thee to a better home,

And lead to vict’ry o’er the grave.

Is there anyone can help us, one who understands our hearts,

When the thorns of life have pierc’d them till they bleed;

One who sympathizes with us, who in wondrous love imparts

Just the very, very blessing that we need?

Is there anyone can help us, who can give a sinner peace,

When his heart is burdened down with pain and woe;

Who can speak the word of pardon that affords a sweet release,

And whose blood can wash and make us white as snow?

Is there anyone can help us, when the end is drawing near,

Who will go thro’ death’s dark waters by our side;

Who will light the way before us, and dispel all doubt and fear,

And will bear our spirits safely o’er the tide?

Is there a heart that is waiting,

Longing for pardon today?

Hear the glad message proclaiming,

Jesus is passing this way.

Is there a heart that has wandered?

Come with thy burden today;

Mercy is tenderly pleading,

Jesus is passing this way.

Is there a heart that is broken,

Weary and sighing for rest?

Come to the arms of thy Saviour,

Pillow thy head on His breast.

Come to thine only Redeemer,

Come to His infinite love;

Come to the gate that is leading

Homeward to mansions above.

From Heaven’s glory,

From His radiant throne above,

Came our Redeemer,

In His wondrous love.

Oh, what pain and sorrow

That He suffered on the tree,

As He died for sinners,

Died for you and me.

Faint and forsaken,

Out on Calvary’s mountainside,

Jesus, my Saviour,

Bowed His head and died.

He, our hope and surety,

All this suffering meekly bore,

But He rose triumphant,

Liveth evermore.

How can we grieve Him,

Jesus, Blessed Son of God,

Him who so freely

Gave His precious blood?

With no hand to help us,

Drifting to a hopeless grave,

Jesus paid the ransom,

He alone could save.

Come to the Saviour,

With thy weary load of care,

Tell Him thy sorrow,

He will hear thy prayer.

He will loose thy burden,

Make thee victor over sin,

He will fill with gladness,

All thy heart within.

Faintly the shadows fall across my evening way,

Still moments whisper of a closing day;

Birds that hasten homeward,

Clouds that gild the western sky

Tell me day is passing,

Night is drawing nigh.

Sweet recollection comes to me at evening’s close,

My blest Redeemer from the grave arose,

Through earth’s deep, dark shadows,

All alone He went for me,

O’er the cross He conquered,

All my hope to be.

Jesus, I love Thee, for I know Thou lovest me,

Then let me follow where Thy steps I see;

Be it light or shadow,

Let the way be rough or long,

Only Thy sweet pleasure

Be my ceaseless song.

When at the river should my courage fail or shrink,

Bear me, dear Jesus, as I near the brink;

Saviour, Sanctifier,

Make me pure from taint of sin,

Take me, then, forever

Heaven’s rest to win.

Jesus, the very thought of Thee

With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

No voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,

O Saviour of mankind!

Oh, hope of ev’ry contrite heart!

Oh, joy of all the meek!

To those who fall, how kind Thou art!

How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah, this

No tongue nor pen can show;

The love of Jesus what it is

None but His loved ones know.

Jesus! our only joy be Thou,

As Thou our prize wilt be;

Jesus! be Thou our glory now,

And through eternity.

The tender Shepherd’s voice

Has reached my troubled heart,

From all iniquity and sin

I long now to depart.

My life, my will I yield,

There’s naught I would withhold;

My weary heart desires the rest

And comfort of the fold.

O, Shepherd, kind and true,

I need Thy love and life

To quicken and preserve my soul

Amid earth’s toil and strife.

My Saviour bids me come

From wand’ring far abroad;

His life is mine, and I am safe,

Hid in the heart of God.

I was a wand’ring sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,

I would not be controlled:

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father’s voice,

I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep,

The Father sought His child,

They follow’d me o’er vale and hill,

O’er deserts waste and wild:

They found me nigh to death,

Famish’d and faint and lone;

They bound me with the bands of love,

They saved the wand’ring one.

Jesus my Shepherd is,

’Twas He that loved my soul;

’Twas He that washed me in His blood,

’Twas He that made me whole;

’Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep;

’Twas He that brought me to the fold,

’Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wand’ring sheep,

I would not be controlled;

But now I love my Saviour’s voice,

I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam;

But now I love my Father’s voice,

I love, I love His home.

There is a Saviour whose love is unchanging,

He’s waiting in mercy for you and for me,

He longs to enfold you and crown you with blessings;

Oh, come to the Saviour, now waiting for thee.

Oh, come while He’s pleading, and taste of His goodness,

The joys of the kingdom are glories untold,

The Shepherd will guide you, will help and protect you;

Oh, enter with Jesus and be of the fold.

Your life is now passing, the shadows are deep’ning,

The light of the Saviour can pierce ev’ry gloom;

Despise not God’s mercy extended in pity;

Oh, come and take refuge while yet there is room.

There is a Kingdom, an everlasting Kingdom

Of righteousness, peace and true joy from on high;

Within all is splendour, unfading its treasure,

O, friend, do you know that this Kingdom is nigh?

There is a ruler that rules this great Kingdom,

He wills now to set up His reign in your heart.

He’s worthy of honour, how perfect in wisdom:

O, friend, do you know He will power impart?

There is a throne that this King now is seeking,

Where He can His life and true blessing impart;

No longer then linger, with you He is pleading,

O, friend, do you know that this throne is your heart?

The voice of Jesus calls:

“Why will you longer stay?

Away from God and hope

On sin’s dark treach’rous way?

Come unto Me, no longer roam,

I am the way to Heav’n and home.”

Oh, hearken to His voice

So condescending sweet,

There is a place of rest

For you at Jesus’ feet;

Oh, come, and thou shalt pardon’d be,

This is your opportunity.

Oh, matchless love, He waits,

His voice is calling still

To save your precious soul,

It is His Holy will,

For you His precious blood was shed,

He suffered in the sinner’s stead.

The door is open wide,

No hand can shut that door;

Make haste and enter now,

Oh, come! we would implore.

Eternal glory thou shalt win,

His blood shall cleanse away your sin.

Was it for me, for me alone,

The Saviour left His glorious throne;

The dazzling splendours of the sky,

Was it for me He came to die?

Was it for me sweet angel strains

Came floating o’er Judea’s plains?

That starlight night so long ago,

Was it for me God plann’d it so?

Was it for me He wept and prayed,

My load of sin before Him laid;

That night within Gethsemane,

Was it for me, that agony?

Was it for me He bowed His head

Upon the cross, and freely shed

His precious blood— that crimson tide,

Was it for me the Saviour died?

My wayward heart the Lord hath won,

His love and purpose now I see

In sending Christ, the Light of Life,

To live for me, to live for me.

To sacrifice with Jesus here,

And tread the suffering path He trod,

Brings joy the world can never give,

And peace with God, and peace with God.

In this dark world I need a friend

To guide and keep me day by day;

I’ll follow Jesus to the end,

He knows the way, He knows the way.

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling—

Calling for you and for me.

See on the portals He’s waiting and watching,—

Watching for you and for me.

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,—

Pleading for you and for me?

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,—

Mercies for you and for me?

Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,—

Passing from you and from me.

Shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming,

Coming for you and for me.

Oh for the wonderful love He has promised,—

Promised for you and for me.

Though we have sinned He has mercy and pardon,—

Pardon for you and for me.

Jesus is tenderly calling thee home—

Calling today— calling today!

Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam—

Farther and farther away?

Jesus is calling the weary to rest,—

Calling today— calling today!

Bring Him thy burden and thou shalt be blest—

He will not turn thee away.

Jesus is waiting, O, come to Him now—

Waiting today— waiting today!

Come with thy sins— at His feet lowly bow—

Come and no longer delay.

Jesus is pleading, O, list to His voice—

Hear Him today— hear him today!

They who believe on His name shall rejoice—

Quickly arise, come away.

Come, ye weary ones, to Jesus;

Come and find abiding rest;

Take His yoke and learn in meekness,

That His Holy Will is best.

Jesus waits, the meek and lowly,

Full of mercy, truth, and grace;

His own precious blood redeemed you,

Make your heart His dwelling place.

“Come to me, my yoke is easy,”

He entreats you as a friend;

If you miss His great salvation

What will be your final end?

All my life long I had panted

For a draught from some cool spring,

That I hop’d would quench the burning

Of the thirst I felt within.

Feeding on the husks around me,

Till my strength was almost gone,

Long’d my soul for something better,

Only still to hunger on.

Poor I was, and sought for riches,

Something that would satisfy,

But the dust I gather’d round me,

Only mock’d my soul’s sad cry.

Well of water, ever springing,

Bread of life, so rich and free,

Untold wealth that never faileth,

My Redeemer is to me.

Do not fear to follow Jesus,

He will lead you safely through

Every dark and dreary valley,

And your failing strength renew.

Do not cease to bear the burden,

Though the strife be fierce and long,

Still enduring, God assuring,

You will sing the conq’ror’s song.

Do not shrink, continue with Him,

He was wounded for your sake;

Those who share in His temptations,

Of His glory will partake.

Seek to run the race with patience,

For the everlasting prize,

Gain the crown of life immortal,

In the strength that God supplies.

Jesus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow Thee,

Destitute, despised, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.

Perish every fond ambition,

All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known:

Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still mine own.

Let the world despise and leave me:

They have left my Saviour too—

Human hearts and looks deceive me;

Thou art not, like them, untrue.

Man may trouble and distress me,

’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;

Life with trials hard may press me,

But in Thee I find my rest.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,

All its joys are but a name;

But His love abideth ever,

Thro’ eternal years the same.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,

Sweetest comfort of my soul;

With my Saviour watching o’er me

I can sing tho’ billows roll.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,

Let me view His constant smile;

Then throughout my pilgrim journey

Light will cheer me all the while.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,

In His cross my boast shall be,

Till, with clearer, brighter vision,

Face to face my Lord I see.

Have you any room for Jesus,

He who bore your load of sin;

As He knocks and asks admission,

Sinner, will you let Him in?

Room for pleasure, room for business,

But for Christ, the crucified,

Not a place that He can enter,

In your heart for which He died.

Have you any time for Jesus,

As in grace He calls again?

Oh, today is time accepted,

Tomorrow you may call in vain.

Room and time now give to Jesus,

Soon will pass God’s day of grace;

Soon thy heart be cold and silent,

And your Saviour’s pleading cease.

If you would have Jesus with you,

You must yield your heart to Him;

Then He’ll come and dwell within you,

And will cleanse you from your sin.

Open now your heart to Jesus

And receive His words so true;

Then you’ll find the way to Heaven

Will be opened unto you.

If you close the door to Jesus,

And refuse His words so true,

Then you’ll find to your own sorrow,

Heaven’s door is closed to you.

Make your choice now to obey Him,

He’ll forgive you for the past,

Yield to Him your life in service

And hear His “Well done” at last.

Incline your ear and come,

The Master’s voice obey;

The door of hope is open wide,

Oh, enter while you may.

Where living waters flow,

The Master waits for thee,

He’ll be a never-failing Friend,

Now and eternally.

His love will satisfy,

His rest and peace will stay;

His life divine will fill your soul,

And never pass away.

Your sins He will forgive,

He bore them on the tree,

To save you from the wrath of God,

He died on Calvary.

He is calling you home, will you hearken to Him?

You are straying afar from the fold.

To the river of death with no hope in your heart.

Its waters lie sullen and cold.

There are dangers untold in the path you now tread,

With no hope of escape for your soul;

Then, oh, turn while you may and give ear to His voice!

Come under the Shepherd’s control.

He will lift all the gloom which is shrouding your life,

Growing darker each step as you go;

All the guilt of the past He will freely forgive,

His infinite love you will know.

To His comfort and rest, then, oh, hasten away!

Lose no time lest your soul should be lost;

With no Christ in your heart, drifting on to your doom,

Oh! say, have you counted the cost?

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Thou art the Potter; I am the clay.

Mould me and make me after Thy will,

While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Search me and try me, Master, today;

Whiter than snow, Lord, Wash me just now,

As in Thy presence Humbly I bow.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Wounded and weary Help me I pray!

Power— all power— Surely is Thine!

Touch me and heal me, Saviour divine!

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Hold o’er my being Absolute sway!

Fill with Thy Spirit Till all shall see

Christ only, always, Living in me!

Saviour, I will gladly follow

In the way Thy feet have trod;

Other ways will end in darkness,

Thou wilt lead me home to God.

How I love to trace His footsteps

Over every vale and hill!

Gladly yielding full surrender

To the Father’s blessed will.

Though I know not what awaits me,

Yet I will not shrink nor fear;

Thou shalt guide me with Thy counsel,

To my mind Thy way make clear.

Precious thought, His hand is leading,

Though ahead I cannot see;

Precious thought, His heart is planning

All that’s good and best for me.

Hast thou ever proved the sweetness

Of the Saviour’s lowly way?

Or has Satan kept thee burdened,

Drifting on from day to day?

Many years of life are wasted,

Living for thyself alone;

God has power to conform thee

To the image of His Son.

Oh, how sweet to know His pathway,

And to plant our feet therein;

Art thou lost and tired of straying?

’Twas thy soul He died to win.

Naught to fear while He is leading,

Though the path may narrow be;

Come and follow, without doubting,

Then His beauty thou shalt see.

We are fading, too, like the flowers

That but yesterday were in their bloom;

Oh, how many pass with the hours?

O’er our path falls the shadow of the tomb.

All our days go by like a shadow,

Soon our feet must tread the vale of death;

Joys of earth endure but a moment,

Earthly hopes fail, when fails the parting breath.

In the days of youth, oh, remember!

Wasted years shall come again no more;

With the tides of time we are drifting,

Soon our footsteps shall reach another shore.

Through those sad, dark days, see the Saviour,

’Twas for us He trod that path of pain;

Lone and weary, silent He suffered;

Shall such love for your soul be all in vain?

Tell me again of God’s wonderful love,

How Jesus left those fair mansions above;

Suffer’d and died for my sins on the tree,

He made atonement for you and for me.

Tell me again how He wept for their sin,

Open’d life’s gate that they all might come in;

But they despis’d Him and harden’d their heart,

Cast out their Saviour and bade Him depart.

Tell me again how in sorrow He prayed;

All our transgressions on Jesus were laid;

None was found worthy for sin to atone,

Death’s bitter cup He must drink all alone.

Tell me again how the multitude scorns

Christ their Redeemer, and crowns Him with thorns;

Mock’d Him as king while they smote Him again;

Meekly He suffered, and did not complain.

Tell how exceedingly bitter His cry,

Nailed to the cross where they left Him to die;

Griev’d and forsaken, God spared not His Son,

Love’s mighty work of redemption is done.

Lay down your heavy burden,

Oh, weary, sin-sick soul,

Come to the Great Physician

And He will make you whole.

The Master’s voice is calling,

He shed His precious blood

That you might be forgiven,

And bring you nigh to God.

Come to your soul’s Redeemer,

His holy life He gave,

That you might share His glory

Beyond the cold dark grave;

Heed not the wily tempter

Who bids you fear and doubt,

Come now and trust in Jesus,

He will not cast you out.

Peace past all understanding

Will fill your heart and life,

His joy and consolation

Will banish sin and strife.

His voice so sweet and tender,

So full of love and grace,

Entreats you come and welcome,

And find a hiding-place.

The night of death is coming,

Soon you must stand alone;

Your sins still unforgiven

Before the great white throne.

Do not reject the Saviour

Until the die is cast,

Your life’s short day is ended,

And you are lost at last.

From ev’ry stain made clean,

From ev’ry sin set free;

Oh, blessed Lord, this is the gift

That Thou hast promised me.

And pressing through the past

Of failure, fault, and fear,

Before Thy cross my all I cast,

And dare to leave it there.

From Thee I would not hide

My sin, because of fear

What men may think; I hate my pride,

And as I am appear.

Just as I am, O Lord,

Not what I’m thought to be;

Just as I am, a struggling soul,

For life and liberty.

While in Thy light I stand,

My heart, I seem to see,

Has failed to take from Thine own hand

The gift it offers me.

O Lord, Thy plenteous grace,

Thy wisdom and Thy power,

I here proclaim before Thy face,

Can keep me every hour.

Upon the altar here,

I lay my treasure down;

I only want to have Thee near,

King of my heart, to crown.

The fire doth surely burn

My ev’ry selfish claim;

And while from them to Thee I turn,

I trust in Thy great name.

Low and sweet a voice is calling:

“Souls of mine, why will ye die?”

’Tis the Saviour, meek and lowly—

He is passing, passing by.

Tenderly He reasons with you,

Dreary are the wastes of sin,

Pleasures sought have failed and vanished,

Cheerless is your heart within.

Peace without alloy He giveth,

To the yielded heart and life;

His eternal love sustaining,

’Mid the world’s unrest and strife.

Others may have proved unfaithful—

Jesus never will betray.

Oh, be earnest; rise and follow—

Do not wait another day.

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 travelling days are done.

There is a way, a narrow way,

That leads to life above—

A way of peace and holiness,

Of purity and love.

To find this way, this living way

We must forego our sin;

God has declared the pure in heart

Alone can enter in.

There is a way, a humble way,

A way of truth and grace;

The highway of God’s righteousness,

Where self can have no place.

There is a way, a perfect way,

His chosen walk therein;

And they who share His suff’ring now;

Eternal glory win.

O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,

And found in Thee alone,

The peace, the joy, I sought so long,

The bliss till now unknown.

I sighed for rest and happiness,

I yearned for them, not Thee;

But while I passed my Saviour by,

His love laid hold on me.

I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,

But, ah! the waters failed!

E’en as I stooped to drink they fled

And mocked me as I wailed.

The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,

But never wept for Thee,

Till grace the sightless eyes received,

Thy loveliness to see.

Where will you spend eternity?

This question comes to you and me,

Tell me, what shall your answer be,

Where will you spend eternity?

Eternity! Eternity!

Where will you spend eternity?

Many are choosing Christ today,

Turning from all their sins away;

Heav’n shall their happy portion be,

Where will you spend eternity?

Eternity! Eternity!

Where will you spend eternity?

Leaving the strait and narrow way,

Going the downward road today,

Sad will their final ending be—

Lost thro’ a long eternity!

Eternity! Eternity!

Lost thro’ a long eternity!

Repent, believe, this very hour,

Trust in the Saviour’s grace and pow’r,

Then will your joyous answer be—

Sav’d through a long eternity.

Eternity! Eternity!

Saved thro’ a long eternity.

Where will you dwell eternally?

How earnest is the Saviour’s voice

In eager tones beseeching thee

To make your choice, to make your choice!

Where will you dwell eternally,

Those years and years that know no end?

Yield! yield! I pray, do not gainsay

Jesus, your best, your truest Friend.

Where will you dwell eternally

When this short life of yours is past?

With failing breath, the river Death

You face at last, you face a last.

Where will you dwell eternally?

In sinful pleasure now you roam;

Yet surely know that you must go

To your long home, to your long home.

Jesus is still the same,

And ever will remain

Through time to come;

Though born in low estate,

Not ranked among the great,

He is the only Gate—

God’s own sent One.

Jesus, control my heart,

Help me to do my part

From day to day;

Help me to yield to Thee,

That I may always be

An off’ring glad and free—

In Thine own way.

Some bright glad day His own

Shall stand around the throne,

A victor throng;

The bitter conflict o’er,

Sickness and death no more,

Singing on that blest shore

Redemption’s song.

Lord, I desire to come now to Thee,

Long hast Thou patiently waited for me;

Thy love has conquer’d, and now I arise,

A broken heart Thou wilt not despise.

He who aspires Thy kingdom to win,

Must as a child come and enter therein.

All that would hinder, I freely resign;

Humble my heart, for I would be Thine.

Gladly I spurn the world and its pride,

Pleasure and treasure, its glory beside;

These are not riches, but only as dross,

What things were gain may I count as loss.

Missing Thy way, I groped in the night;

Satan deceived as an angel of light,

Now I desire no path but Thine own;

Now help me walk where Thy feet have gone.

Sitting at the feet of Jesus

With a broken, contrite heart,

Listening to His word so precious,

Joy to us it doth impart,

Comfort gives in times of trial,

Quickens every true desire,

Fills our hearts with love like Jesus’,

And with zeal it doth inspire,

Fills our hearts with love like Jesus’,

And with zeal it doth inspire.

This the one thing needful daily

As we walk in Jesus’ way.

Taking time to wait and listen,

And to hear what He would say;

Then with courage for the conflict,

And with heart and mind renewed,

Standing true and loyal to Jesus,

All our foes will be subdued,

Standing true and loyal to Jesus,

All our foes will be subdued.

Let us choose then to obey Him

And to humbly seek His face,

He will fill us with His Spirit,

And renew us by His grace,

He will prove His presence with us

And His still, small voice we’ll hear—

This the source of all true blessing,

When we know that He is near,

This the source of all true blessing,

When we know that He is near.

I will say “Yes” to Jesus,

Oft it was “No” before,

As He knock’d at my heart’s proud entrance,

I firmly barr’d the door;

But I’ve made a complete surrender,

And giv’n Him right of way,

And henceforth it is always “Yes”,

Whatever He may say.

I will say “Yes” to Jesus,

To all that He commands,

I will hasten to do His bidding

With willing heart and hands.

I will listen to hear His whispers,

And learn His will each day,

And always gladly answer “Yes,”

Whatever He may say.

I will say “Yes” to Jesus,

Whate’er His hands may bring,

And tho’ clouds hang o’er my pathway,

My trusting heart will sing.

I will follow where’er He leadeth,

My Shepherd knows the way.

And while I live I’ll answer “Yes,”

Whatever He may say.

Teach us, Lord, our days to number,

That our hearts we may apply

Unto wisdom, ever seeking

Christ our Lord to glorify.

Teach us, Lord, our days to number,

Short and brief life’s longest span;

Make us wise with Heavenly wisdom,

Doing good while yet we can.

Teach us, Lord, our days to number,

Wake our souls to righteousness;

Save us from things seen and temp’ral,

Thou our source of life and bliss.

Teach us, Lord, our days to number,

May we spend them one and all,

In Thy service, watching, waiting,

Till we hear the final call.

God has always laboured human lives to win,

To His path of life from varied ways of sin.

This is what He offers, nothing else will do,

But the life of Jesus Christ lived out in you.

Some compare their lives with lives of other men,

And by moral actions hope God’s home to gain;

Yet the best men living, unrenewed by God,

Must be shut forever from that blest abode.

Friend, if you are honest, yield your life to God,

Make the Christ your Master, choose the path He trod;

Fear not to confess His name, and serve Him now,

Pow’r is yours, as daily to His will you bow.

The voice of the Shepherd is calling for thee,

He offers thee riches untold;

Why wander alone o’er the mountains of sin?—

There is rest, there is peace in the fold.

The pleasures of sin very soon pass away,

They last for a season, we’re told;

The gold of the Kingdom will never decay—

Will you come, will you come to the fold?

The voice of the Shepherd is calling again,

Why perish with hunger and cold?

There’s bread and to spare and no famine is there—

Enter in, enter into the fold.

Blessed footprints of my Saviour

Mark for me the perfect way,

As a beacon in the darkness,

Beaming with celestial ray.

Blessed footprints of my Saviour

Give assurance of the right,

Aid me in life’s troubled waters,

Chart and compass in the night.

Blessed footprints of my Saviour

Faith can trace o’er desert wild;

Thro’ the sunless vale of weeping

Jesus leads His ev’ry child.

May I ever prize, dear Saviour,

Each blest print of Thy bruis’d feet,

Ever follow where Thou leadest

Till Thy radiant face I meet.

A ruler once came to Jesus by night,

To ask Him the way of salvation and light;

The Master made answer in words true and plain,

“Ye must be born again.”

Ye children of men, attend to the word

So solemnly uttered by Jesus the Lord,

And let not this message to you be in vain,

“Ye must be born again.”

O ye who would enter the glorious rest,

And sing with the ransomed the song of the blest;

The life everlasting, if ye would obtain,

“Ye must be born again.”

O wand’rers, come to Jesus!

All other trust is vain;

Your ev’ry hope must fail you,

Unless you’re born again.

You need the cleansing fountain

To purge your heart within,

And purify your conscience

From all the stains of sin.

You need to come to Jesus,

And find in Him your rest,

Confiding in His goodness,

Reclining on His breast.

You need the voice of Jesus,

To whisper, “Go in peace!”

To calm the inward tempest

And bid the conflict cease.

You need the pow’r of Jesus,

To keep you day by day,

To guard amid temptations

And be your strength and stay.

You need the love of Jesus,

You need this faithful Friend

To cheer you and to bless you,

And guide you to the end.

Then will you come to Jesus,

In spite of fear and doubt?

He’s waiting now to save you,

And will not cast you out.

If but, in true repentance,

Before the Lord you bow,

He’ll give you free forgiveness

And His salvation— NOW.

How clear the call of Jesus,

In accents low and sweet:

“Come now ye heavy laden,

And rest your weary feet;

My peace and sweet forgiveness

Your troubled heart will know,

And I will gently lead you

Where living waters flow.”

Your only hope is Jesus,

Oh, do not turn away!

For you must stand before Him

On that great judgment day;

When those of every nation

Before Him will appear;

All who despised His mercy,

In awful guilt and fear.

How kind the heart of Jesus,

His voice is calling still;

Grieve not the Holy Spirit,

Do not resist His will.

Your days and years are passing

Spent, as a tale that’s told;

Will you remain a stranger

And lost outside the fold?

“Is there no light,” some anxious soul is asking,

“To guide my steps into the path of life?

Is there no light, for I am growing weary

Of this vain world with all its sin and strife?”

The Light of Life through Jesus still is shining,

And unto you He says, “I am the Way,”

Oh, doubting soul, there is no need to wander,

Turn unto Him, He will not Let you stray.

He came to be a light to those in darkness,

To all who have this vale of shadow trod;

If you receive Him, He will be your Saviour;

And give you pow’r to be a child of God.

A little while the Light of Life is with you,

Oh, follow Him and He will lead you on,

Do not delay lest darkness overtake you,

And turning late you find that He is gone.

Only one step, God sees thy secret conflict;

Only one step, oh! hesitate no more;

Only one step to enter God’s great Kingdom,

Why linger still outside the open door?

Only one step, to fadeless joys of Heaven;

Only one step, a pardon to receive;

Only one step, to thee the call is given,

Let not sin’s wiles thy precious soul deceive.

Only one step, let Jesus safely guide thee,

Only one step, shrink not with faithless fear;

Only one step, O soul! whate’er betide thee,

Take now this step, while God and Heav’n are near.

Only one step, thy hand give to the Saviour,

Only one step, thy soul feels God is nigh;

Only one step, O soul! if thou dost waver,

How sad thy life, if thou shalt hopeless die.

Bow down Thine ear to me,

No place of rest is nigh;

O, Lamb of God, I come to Thee,

In mercy hear my cry.

Bow down Thine ear to me,

My heart is sore oppressed;

I come to Thee in all my sin,

I come and long for rest.

Long in the desert ways

My feet have loved to roam,

The dreary waste I leave behind

And turn to Thee and home.

Earth’s passing pleasures vain,

How soon they fade and die;

I sought for bread, but found a stone,

Which could not satisfy.

The darkness gathers round,

Forsake me not, I pray;

A humble, contrite heart I bring,

Oh, turn me not away.

God, in tender love, sent His only Son

To redeem and set you free,

Oh, receive Him now and you shall rejoice

In His light and liberty.

He will give you life and a living hope,

That for ever will endure;

Those who come to Him will not be deceived,

For His promises are sure.

Do not close your heart to the Son of God,

Since He died your soul to win;

Shed His precious blood that you might be sav’d

From the guilt and pow’r of sin.

O be reconciled to your dearest Friend,

He was smitten for your sake;

Let Him enter in, you will know His peace,

And the joys of heav’n partake.

In His matchless love He is waiting still,

For He longs to dwell with thee;

You will need this Friend when your life is o’er

And you face Eternity.

Let us pause amid life’s pleasures,

Midst its toils and tears,

Hearken while the Master calleth,

Through our doubts and fears.

While we look on mirth and beauty,

Pleasures bright and gay,

Men are slipping far beyond us

To the silent clay.

Borne along life’s rushing river,

We are hastening on;

Shall we hear when death shall take us

“Soul, thou hast well done”?

Blessed Master! Oh, prepare us,

Help our wavering choice;

May we yield in glad surrender

To Thy pleading voice.

The Saviour now is seeking

To win you in your youth

From paths of sin, to worship Him

In spirit and in truth.

The Saviour now is knocking,

Give Him an entrance wide

Into your heart; think on His love;

For you He bled and died.

The Saviour now is speaking,

Oh, heed His warning voice;

It means eternal gain for you,

To make Him now your choice.

The Saviour now is passing,

What shall your answer be?

Your choice for right or wrong will stand

Through all eternity.

One there is who loves thee,

Waiting still for thee;

Canst thou yet reject Him?

None so kind as He!

Do not grieve Him longer,

Come, and trust Him now!

He has waited all thy days;

Why waitest thou?

Graciously He woos thee,

Do not slight His call;

Though thy sins are many

He’ll forgive them all.

Turn to Him, repenting,

He will cleanse thee now;

He is waiting at thy heart,

Why waitest thou?

Jesus still is waiting;

Sinner, why delay?

To His arms of mercy

Rise and haste away!

Only come believing,

He will save thee now;

He is waiting at the door:

Why waitest thou?

My heart was sad and weary,

I had no rest within,

And wandered on in darkness,

Still deeper into sin;

Iniquity had bound me,

And all was dark as night;

In bitterness of spirit

I longed for peace and light.

I sought earth’s fading treasures,

Some lasting joy to gain,

Its pleasures disappointed,

I found them void and vain.

Life seemed to be a failure,

The joys it could impart

Left but remorse and sadness

And sorrow in my heart.

The darkness seemed to deepen,

No light, no hope was nigh,

When, lo! I heard the Saviour,

Who then was passing by.

In kindly tones He whispered,

“Oh, soul, I died for thee,

And bare in My own body

Your sins upon the tree.”

Come, let us follow Jesus,

It is the path of life;

See all the faithful trod it,

And conquered in the strife;

As strangers and as pilgrims,

They all with one accord,

Thro’ tribulation entered

The kingdom of our Lord.

Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs,

A great and noble throng,

This road that lies before us,

In ages past have gone.

They marked it with their footprints,

With tears and pain and blood,

Yet bravely struggled onward,

Strong in the strength of God.

Began, continued, finished,

The crown of life they won,

Hark! as their voices call us,

The race of life to run:

Heed not the world’s allurements,

We pass this way no more;

Lay hold on life eternal,

This life will soon be o’er.

Who saves his life shall lose it,

Who loses it shall save

To life that is eternal,

Secure beyond the grave;

With loins girt up and ready,

With purpose firm and strong,

We’ll tread where God’s true servants

In ages past have gone.

Lord Jesus, teach me how to choose,

A thousand choices bar my way;

I see in each a destiny,

So help me wisely choose, I pray;

Thy choices all in youth were made,

And ev’rything that tempteth me,

A hundredfold on Thee was laid,

Why should I then not come to Thee?

Lord Jesus, teach me how to choose,

For I am but a little child

Within a world of mystery,

Where death and darkness surgeth wild;

The many standards earth has set,

The joy it offers warily,

You left untouch’d, I’d be like Thee,

O Noble Youth of Galilee.

Lord Jesus, teach me how to choose,

I’m glad that Thou dost understand

The struggle of the youthful heart,

The snares that lie on every hand;

And tho’ I do not grasp it now,

Better I’ll know when life is done,

Why Thou didst point the hardest path,

Ask’d me the straitest course to run.

Oh! how perplexing life would be

If Christ had never lived for me;

His life forever made so clear

How we could please the Father here.

How hopeless my poor soul would be

If Christ had never died for me;

His blood poured out on Calvary’s tree,

Eternal hope brought nigh to me.

I could not tread this path alone,

But Christ has made my heart His home;

His life within is all I need

To grow like Him in word and deed.

My heart would oft discouraged be,

But Christ now intercedes for me;

So at the throne of grace I seek

The peace He to my heart doth speak.

This world my home could never be,

For Christ is coming back for me;

Should death sound out the final call

My heart will whisper, “Christ is all.”

Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,

Draw me, my Saviour, so precious Thou art;

Fold me, O fold me close to Thy breast,

Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest,”

Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.”

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,

Naught as an off’ring to Jesus my King:

Only my sinful, now contrite heart,

Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart,

Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine,

Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign;

All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,

Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified,

Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last,

Till all its struggles and trials are past;

Then thro’ eternity, ever I’ll be

Nearer, my Saviour, still nearer to Thee,

Nearer, my Saviour, still nearer to Thee.

Kindly entreating: “Come unto Me,”

Jesus the Saviour is speaking to thee,

Earnestly saying: “Do not delay;

Flee from destruction, escape while you may,

Flee from destruction, escape while you may.”

Kindly entreating, “Come unto Me.”

Aimlessly drifting on life’s restless sea.

No hope, no refuge, where will you end?

Hasten to Jesus, your Saviour and Friend,

Hasten to Jesus, your Saviour and Friend.

Kindly entreating: “Come unto Me,”

Glory immortal your portion shall be.

Shame and dishonour wait those who stray

Far from the Saviour on ruin’s dark way,

Far from the Saviour on ruin’s dark way.

Kindly entreating, hear Him once more,

Soon you’ll be stranded on sin’s treach’rous shore.

Angels are weeping; do you not care

That you are drifting to endless despair,

That you are drifting to endless despair?

The voice of Jesus calls me now,

I fain would rise and go

To dwell with Him in perfect peace,

And His forgiveness know.

My troubled spirit knows no calm;

Why should I wander on,

And add to sorrow’s heavy load

Until this life is gone?

Abounding grace He has in store

To comfort, save and guide,

And pastures ever fresh and green

Where silent waters glide.

Oh, come, I hear Him calling still,

In tender tones and sweet;

The rest that is eternal rest

Awaits thy wandering feet.

Weary child, thy sin forsaking,

Close thy heart no more;

From thy dream of pleasure waking,

Open wide the door.

To the Saviour’s tender pleading,

Close thy heart no more;

Now the call of mercy heeding,

Open wide the door.

To the gospel invitation

Close thy heart no more;

To receive a full salvation,

Open wide the door.

To the joy that fadeth never

Close thy heart no more;

To the peace abiding ever

Open wide the door.

Do not resist the Spirit’s gentle voice,

Jesus is waiting, make Him now your choice,

Come, and evermore rejoice,

Safe in the Kingdom of God.

Heed now His voice while it is called today,

Come in His own accepted time and way,

From your heart you then can say,

Safe in the Kingdom of God.

Haste! haste away, the time is flying fast;

Wait not until your day of grace is past,

And you weep and wail at last

Outside the Kingdom of God.

Why should you let your priceless soul be lost,

And then awake, too late to count the cost,

Where the gulf cannot be crossed,

Outside the Kingdom of God?

I need Thee ev’ry hour,

Most gracious Lord;

No tender voice like Thine

Can peace afford.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,

Stay Thou nearby;

Temptations lose their pow’r

When Thou art nigh.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,

In joy or pain;

Come quickly and abide,

Or life is vain.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,

Teach me Thy will;

And Thy rich promises

In me fulfil.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,

Most Holy One;

Oh, make me Thine indeed,

Thou blessed Son!

Behold the King of love

At your heart’s door,

His gracious holy will

Resist no more.

Oh, love surpassing sweet

So long to wait,

His grace how rich and free,

Exceeding great.

Forsaken of His God

He drank the gall,

His deathless love how strong,

It claims your all.

His love can never fail,

Oh, trust Him now,

To all His heart demands

In silence bow.

Who is He the King of kings?

Pleading at thy heart He brings

Hope for thee beyond the grave,

He who died thy soul to save,

In His realm eternally

Whosoever will may be.

Who is He, that in thy heart

Sows the word, life to impart?

Thus His Kingdom and His power

Thou canst share this very hour;

Rule and reign of Christ within

Giveth thee vict’ry over sin.

Who is He, when thus enthroned

In a life, by world disowned,

Giveth light o’er sin’s dark way,

Wondrous hope to those astray,

Bringeth His great Kingdom nigh,

Peace and joys that never die?

Jesus! hail Him King and Lord,

Entrance to thy heart afford;

Worthy He to claim the throne,

For thy sins He did atone;

In His realm eternally

Evermore thy soul will be.

O blessed rest of heart,

From doubting, fear and sin;

A rest in Christ the risen Lord,

Who sweetly reigns within.

I’m glad this rest is free,

This blessed rest from sin;

This rest is free for you and me,

A living Christ within.

He sought my wayward heart,

Was earnest to come in;

A heart to wand’ring ever prone,

Whose reigning pow’r was sin.

I gave to Him my heart,

A rebel sinful thing;

I gave it, all the heart I had,

It sorely needed Him.

My rest is deep and strong,

Abiding, true, and clean;

No darkness now, nor fear at all,

For Jesus reigns supreme.

There’s a line that is drawn by rejecting our Lord,

Where the call of His Spirit is lost,

And you hurry along with the pleasure-mad throng—

Have you counted, have you counted the cost?

You may barter your hope of eternity’s morn,

For a moment of joy at the most,

For the glitter of sin and the things it will win—

Have you counted, have you counted the cost?

While the door of His mercy is open to you,

Ere the depth of His love you exhaust,

Won’t you come and be healed, won’t you whisper, “I yield—

I have counted, I have counted the cost.”

Oh! hasten to Jesus

While He is so near;

Away with your doubtings!

Away with your fear!

His kind invitation

I pray you don’t slight;

Wait not till the morrow;

Oh! come, come tonight.

See, Jesus is waiting,

He reasons with you;

Your soul is in danger,

Oh! what will you do?

Death! death is approaching;

How sad is your plight!

While Jesus is calling,

Oh! come, come tonight.

Heed not the delusion

That some other day

You’ll come to the Saviour,

And walk in His way;

While mercy is offered

And God gives you light,

Oh! yield to His Spirit,

And come, come tonight.

O Jesus, I have promised

To serve Thee to the end;

Be Thou forever near me,

My Master and my Friend;

I shall not fear the battle,

If Thou art by my side,

Nor wander from the pathway,

If Thou wilt be my Guide.

O let me feel Thee near me:

The world is ever near;

I see the sights that dazzle,

The tempting sounds I hear;

My foes are ever near me,

Around me and within;

But Jesus, draw Thou nearer,

And shield my soul from sin.

O let me hear Thee speaking

In accents clear and still,

Above the storms of passion,

The murmurs of self-will;

O speak to reassure me,

To hasten or control;

O speak, and make me listen,

Thou Guardian of my soul.

O Jesus, Thou hast promised

To all who follow Thee,

That where Thou art in glory,

There shall Thy servant be;

And, Jesus, I have promised

To serve Thee to the end;

O give me grace to follow,

My Master and my Friend.

O Jesus, Thou art standing

Outside the fast-closed door,

In lowly patience waiting

To pass the threshold o’er.

Shame on us to despise Thee,

Who died our sins to bear;

Oh shame, thrice shame upon us

To keep Thee standing there.

O Jesus, Thou art knocking

And lo! that hand is scarred,

And thorns Thy brow encircle,

And tears Thy face have marred;

Oh, love that passeth knowledge,

So patiently to wait!

Oh, sin that hath no equal,

So fast to bar the gate!

O Jesus, Thou art pleading

In accents meek and low,

“I died for you, My children,

And will you treat Me so?”

O Lord, with shame and sorrow

We open now the door;

Dear Saviour, enter, enter,

And leave us never more!

I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,

Trusting only Thee!

Trusting Thee for full salvation,

Great and free.

I am trusting Thee for pardon,

At Thy feet I bow,

For Thy grace and tender mercy,

Trusting now.

I am trusting Thee to guide me,

Thou alone shalt lead,

Ev’ry day and hour supplying

All my need.

I am trusting Thee for power,

Thine can never fail;

Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me,

Must prevail.

I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,

Never let me fall!

I am trusting Thee for ever,

And for all.

God is now speaking, His message you hear,

Pause and consider while He is so near;

If you refuse Him, His love cast away,

Oh, how will you stand on the great judgment day?

Great is His mercy, His patience and love,

Faithful the Saviour now pleading above.

Grieve not His Spirit still striving with thee,

Awaiting your answer: oh, what shall it be?

What will you answer? He waits for your choice,

Say “Yes” to Jesus, while angels rejoice.

Open your heart to the Saviour tonight;

Oh, turn from the darkness and walk in the light.

Life, only once we can live it—

Oh, what a great solemn thought!

Soon will our journey be over,

Soon will the battle be fought.

Life, as the flowers that are blooming,

Withers and passes away;

All its great glory is fleeting—

Only the joy of a day.

If you are heavily laden,

Tired of a life that is vain,

Jesus has promised to save you,

If you will yield to His claim.

Will you now choose to obey Him,

Yielding yourself to His call?

This is the choice that will save you,

Making Him Lord of your all.

The voice of God is calling,

His message is for thee,

Your life is passing,

And death is coming,

And then Eternity.

Oh, count the cost,

Why should you soul be lost?

Will you not stop and hearken?

How can you fail to see

That time is flying,

And soon the judgment

Will come for you and me?

Oh, haste, I pray,

Prepare for that great day.

The path on which you journey

Will end in dark despair,

And God in mercy

With you is pleading,

Why should you finish there?

To weep and wail,

Where pray’rs cannot avail.

No longer grieve His Spirit,

But heed the Saviour’s call;

His great salvation

And life eternal

He offers free to all.

Make Him your choice,

All heaven will rejoice.

Just as I am, without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,

And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am— poor, wretched, blind,

Sight, riches, healing of the mind;

Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve:

Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am— Thy love unknown

Has broken ev’ry barrier down;

Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

O, weary soul, God calleth thee

In tender tones of sympathy.

Arise, let this thine answer be,

“Tonight, ’tis Christ for me, for me!”

E’en though thy feet have gone astray

Afar from God in sin’s dark way,

The Saviour longs to hear thee say,

“Tonight, ’tis Christ for me, for me!”

Thy soul cannot forever stay

Within its feeble walls of clay;

Death’s angel soon will come and say,

“O soul, I come for thee, for thee!”

While Jesus now is very nigh,

Oh, do not let Him pass thee by,

Without delay wilt thou reply,

“Tonight ’tis Christ for me, for me!”

A few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come:

And we shall be with those that rest

Asleep within the tomb.

A few more suns shall set,

O’er these dark hills of time;

And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.

A few more storms shall beat,

On this wild rocky shore;

And we shall be where tempests cease,

And surges swell no more.

’Tis but a little while,

And He shall come again!

Who died that we might live, who lives,

That we with Him might reign.

I must needs go home by the way of the cross,

There’s no other way but this;

I shall ne’er get sight of the Gates of Light,

If the way of the cross I miss.

I must needs go on in the blood-sprinkled way,

The path that the Saviour trod,

If I ever climb to the heights sublime,

Where the soul is at home with God.

Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,

To walk in it nevermore;

For my Lord says “Come,” and I seek my home,

Where He waits at the open door.

In this world of woe and sighing,

Broken hearts are seeking rest,

Sick of sin and faint from crying,

Longing to be healed and blest;

God in pity sees your sorrow,

Longs to give your heart relief,

Don’t despise Him lest tomorrow

May for you mean endless grief.

All your life you’ve sought for pleasure,

Still your soul is ill at ease,

Earth with all its gilded treasure,

Fails to satisfy or please;

Every day some new illusion

Seems to offer what you crave;

Thus the author of confusion

Leads men to a Christless grave.

Friend, just now your heart is tender,

You have heard the Saviour’s call;

Let Him be your soul’s Defender,

Yield Him now your life, your all.

Eagerly the angels listen,

For the “Yes” that sets you free,

There where all His jewels glisten,

You may dwell eternally.

Hear the voice of Jesus calling,

Soul so weary worn;

He for you has lived and suffered,

He the cross has borne.

To the spring of worldly pleasure,

You have often turned,

Hoping there to quench the thirsting,

In your heart that burned.

Why should you refuse to hear Him,

Jesus, truest friend?

In the world He will be with you,

Keep you to the end.

If you yield your heart to Jesus,

Turning from all sin,

He will seal you by His Spirit,

He will dwell within.

God will bring you into judgment;

Do not let the world deceive!

Hear the voice of wisdom calling,

Come to Christ, on Him believe.

All your past will be forgiven;

Jesus now is waiting here;

Stifle not the voice of conscience,

Do not turn away your ear.

God will bring you into judgment,

When your days on earth are o’er;

Life for you is swiftly passing,

And returneth nevermore.

Do not waste the precious moments;

Hearken to the Saviour’s voice;

Come and find in Him a refuge;

He is waiting for your choice.

God will bring you into judgment;

You cannot escape the day

When you shall appear before Him—

Him, whose love you cast away.

You may seal your doom forever,

If you still go on in sin;

Open is the door of mercy,

Hasten now and enter in.

Come to Jesus, He is calling,

Do not linger, do not wait,

You may never see tomorrow,

Hasten ere it be too late.

Life is only as a vapour,

It will swiftly pass away,

Here you have no certain dwelling,

Death’s cold hand you cannot stay.

Listen to His kind entreaty,

Come and make Him now your Friend;

In the path of life He’ll lead you,

Safely to your journey’s end.

Oh, be reconciled to Jesus!

Ere your day of grace is past,

And outside the door of Mercy,

You are left to mourn at last.

So near to the Kingdom! yet what dost thou lack?

So near to the Kingdom! what keepeth thee back?

Renounce ev’ry idol, tho’ dear it may be,

And come to the Saviour, now pleading with thee!

So near, that thou hearest the songs that resound

From those who, believing, a pardon have found!

So near, yet unwilling to give up thy sin,

When Jesus is waiting to welcome thee in.

To die with no hope! hast thou counted the cost?—

To die, out of Christ, and thy soul to be lost?

So near to the Kingdom! oh come, we implore!

While Jesus is pleading, come enter the door.

Still undecided, look to thine heart,

Grieve not the Spirit lest He depart;

Why wilt thou longer wait?

Come ere it be too late,

Jesus, at mercy’s gate,

Grace will impart.

Still undecided, slight not the voice,

Breathing so kindly, “Make Me thy choice,

Look at My hands and see,

I bore the nails for thee,

I died to make thee free,

Come and rejoice!”

Still undecided, time flies apace,

Jesus entreats thee, spurn not His grace;

What if the word were passed,

“This night shall be thy last,”

Where would thy soul be cast,

Where hide thy face?

Close to the Kingdom,

Outside the gate,

Just on the threshold,

Why longer wait?

Come, take the step tonight,

Let God your heart make right,

Heaven’s gate is now in sight,

Why stay away?

Close to the Kingdom,

Still dead in sin,

Just on the threshold,

Why not within?

You have the choice to make,

You have the step to take,

Enter the open gate

To walk with God.

Close to the Kingdom,

What need of fear?

Just on the threshold,

Jesus is near,

Waiting to welcome you,

He’ll guide you safely through,

He has a place for you,

And love untold.

Jesus, my Saviour King,

I will be Thine!

Only to Thee I cling;

I will be Thine!

Mine not the worldling’s gain,

Mine not his pleasure’s vain!

Man’s honours I disdain.

I will be Thine!

Let others seek their own,

I will be Thine!

I’ll live for Thee alone;

I will be Thine!

Riches and earthly fame,

Each mean or selfish aim

Forever I disclaim—

I will be Thine!

Whate’er Thou wilt I’ll do;

I will be Thine!

Gladly I’ll suffer, too;

I will be Thine!

Only possess my heart,

Bid sin and fear depart,

Oh, let us never part!

I will be Thine!

Out of Christ, without a Saviour,

Oh! can it, can it be?

Like a ship without a rudder

On a wild and stormy sea!

Out of Christ, without a Saviour,

Lonely and dark the way;

With no light, no hope in Jesus,

Making bright the cheerless day.

Out of Christ, without a Saviour,

Dark will the voyage be;

Clouds will gather, storms surround you,

Oh, to Christ for refuge flee.

Out of Christ, without a Saviour,

Give to Him now your heart

Ere the door of mercy closes,

And you hear His word, “Depart.”

I have made my choice for ever,

I will walk with Christ my Lord;

Naught from Him my soul can sever

While I’m trusting in His word.

I the lowly way have taken,

Rough and toilsome tho’ it be;

And although despised, forsaken,

Jesus, I’ll go thro’ with Thee.

Tho’ the garden lie before me,

And the scornful judgment Hall;

Tho’ the gloom of deepest midnight

Settles round me like a pall.

Darkness can affright me never,

From Thy presence shadows flee;

And if Thou wilt guide me ever,

Jesus, I’ll go thro’ with Thee.

Tho’ the earth may rock and tremble,

Tho’ the sun may hide its face;

Tho’ my foes be strong and ruthless,

Still I dare to trust Thy grace,

Tho’ the cross my path o’ershadow,

Thou didst bear it once for me;

And whate’er the pain and peril,

Jesus, I’ll go thro’ with Thee.

Why should I walk in paths of night

Which give no peace nor pure delight?

My way is wrong; God’s way is right;

His way is seen in Jesus.

Man’s wisdom leads into a maze,

And error grows in by-path ways,

But hearts are filled with joy and praise

Who see the truth in Jesus.

My human pow’r cannot avail,

In war with sin it can but fail;

By this alone I can prevail,

Receiving life in Jesus.

Tho’ sin assail me like a flood,

I’ll plead His name and precious blood;

The pure and spotless Son of God

And sinner’s Friend, is Jesus.

Oh, what will you do with Jesus?

The call comes low and sweet;

And tenderly He bids you

Your burdens lay at His feet;

Oh, soul, so sad and weary,

That sweet voice speaks to thee;

Then what will you do with Jesus?

Oh, what shall the answer be?

Oh, what will you do with Jesus?

The call comes low and clear,

The solemn words are sounding

In ev’ry list’ning ear;

Immortal life’s in the question,

And joy through eternity;

Then what will you do with Jesus?

Oh, what shall the answer be?

Oh, think of the King of Glory—

From heav’n to earth come down;

His life so pure and holy;

His death, His cross, His crown.

Of His divine compassion,

His sacrifice for thee,

Then what will you do with Jesus?

Oh, what shall the answer be?

Sometimes you sit and ponder

Over your life so vain,

Knowing the God who gave, will

Someday require it again.

Sometime you plan to serve Him,

But Satan holds you fast,

Pleasure and gain enthrall you,

Soon will your life be past.

God loves and longs to save you,

His power can set you free,

Making you strong to serve Him,

Whate’er your lot may be.

Speak now no more of sometime—

Enter His service now;

With pardon, peace, and power,

God will your life endow.

God in His mercy pleads with your heart,

Eagerly waiting peace to impart.

Yield to His pleading, do not gainsay,

Grave is the danger if you delay.

God in His mercy, moved by His love,

Sent the Redeemer down from above,

He paid the ransom none other could,

For your redemption shed His own blood.

God in His mercy bids you arise,

His invitation do not despise.

Slighting the Saviour, O soul, beware,

Satan will lure you down to despair.

God in His mercy offers you life,

Freedom from bondage, turmoil, and strife,

Yield now to Jesus, let Him control,

You will find gladness, rest in your soul.

Where shall I flee for refuge,

Hiding when storms are near?

Where find a place of safety,

Dwelling without a fear?

Softly I hear Him calling,

“Come unto Me, and rest;

Here in My arms find shelter,

Close to My loving breast.”

Burdens oft-times oppress me

Burdens so hard to bear;

Oh, then, how sweet His whisper,

“Cast upon Me thy care.”

Thus would I ever journey;

On t’ward my home above;

Resting alone in Jesus,

Whom, tho’ unseen, I love.

Passing onward, quickly passing;

But, I ask thee, whither bound?

Is it to the many mansions,

Where eternal rest is found?

Passing onward, passing onward,

Tell me, sinner, whither bound?

Passing onward, quickly passing;

Nought the wheels of time can stay;

Sweet the thought that some are going

To the realms of perfect day;

Passing onward, passing onward,

Christ their Leader, Christ their Way.

Passing onward, quickly passing;

Many on the downward road;

Careless of their soul’s salvation,

Heeding not the call of God,

Passing onward, passing onward,

Trampling on the Saviour’s blood.

Passing onward, quickly passing;

Time its course will quickly run;

Still we hear the fond entreaty

Of the ever gracious One:

“Come and welcome, come and welcome,

’Tis by Me that life is won.”

I hear my dying Saviour say:

“Follow Me! come, follow Me!

For thee I gave My life away;

Follow Me! come, follow Me!

I know how heart and flesh may fail,

I’ve borne the fury of the gale;

Do thou, My child, o’er hill and dale,

Follow Me! come, follow Me!”

“Tho’ thou hast sinned I pardoned thee;

Follow Me! come, follow Me!

From inbred sin I’ll set thee free;

Follow Me! come, follow Me!

Oh, look to Me, dismiss thy fears,

And trust Me thro’ all coming years!

My hand shall wipe away thy tears,

Follow Me! come, follow Me!”

“Come, cast upon Me all thy cares!

Follow Me! come, follow Me!

Thy heavy load Mine arm upbears,

Follow Me! come, follow Me!

In all thy changeful life I’ll be

Thy God and Guide o’er land and sea,

Thy bliss through all eternity,

Follow Me! come, follow Me!”

Life at best is very brief,

Like the falling of a leaf,

Like the binding of a sheaf,

Be in time.

Fleeting days are telling fast,

That the die will soon be cast,

And the fatal line be passed,

Be in time.

Fairest flowers soon decay,

Youth and beauty pass away,

Oh, you have not long to stay,

Be in time.

While God’s Spirit bids you come,

Sinner, do not longer roam,

Lest you seal your hopeless doom,

Be in time.

Time is gliding swiftly by,

Death and judgment drawing nigh,

To the arms of Jesus fly,

Be in time.

Oh, I pray you count the cost,

Ere the fatal line be crossed,

And your soul forever lost,

Be in time.

Sinner, heed the warning voice,

Make the Lord your final choice,

Then all heaven will rejoice,

Be in time.

Come from darkness into light,

Come, let Jesus make you right,

Come, and start for heaven tonight,

Be in time.

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide,

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;

Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;

Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?

Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;

Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

We come apart from all the worldly throng—

Speak, Lord, we pray;

Deliver us from that which makes us strong

In our own way.

We know that pride before destruction goes;

Oh, may Thy light our secret faults expose!

Make known to us Thy leadings at this time—

We fain would hear,

As they of old, Thy voice so plain and clear,

Our spirits cheer;

Oft have we failed to wait and seek Thy face,

Oft have our hearts strayed from the lowly place.

Here we repent from all iniquity—

Cleanse us today;

We long to walk in fellowship with Thee,

So thus we pray;

Thou dost delight to put our wrongs aside,

As from our hearts we purpose to abide.

The fields are white and honest hearts are waiting—

How can we stay?

Many a heart is sore with contemplating

The worldly way;

Open our eyes to see the awful need,

Then in Thy fear we’ll sow the precious seed.

Low at Thy throne of grace

We humbly bow;

Come in Thy mercy, Lord,

And bless us now.

Oh, meet our soul’s deep need,

Thy precious blood we plead,

Thy chosen people lead

Closer to Thee.

We fear the tempter’s pow’r—

Teach us to pray,

And lead us by the hand

In Thine own way.

Thou art the sinner’s Friend,

On Thee our souls depend,

Preserve us to the end—

We trust in Thee.

Our broken, contrite hearts

Now cleanse and heal;

Accept our lives, and give

Thy Spirit’s seal.

Oh, cause Thy face to shine,

We would be wholly Thine,

Filled with Thy life divine,

Loyal to Thee.

We come before Thy face,

Humble and meek;

Forsaking self we would

Thy favour seek.

Teach us Thy holy will,

Thy purpose now fulfil;

Childlike, resigned, and still,

We yield to Thee.

Begin the day with God,

Kneel down to Him in prayer;

Lift up thy heart to His abode,

And seek His love to share.

Open the Book of God,

And read a portion there,

That it may hallow all thy thoughts

And sweeten all thy care.

Go through the day with God

Whate’er thy lot may be;

Where’er thou art— at home, abroad,

He still is near to thee.

Converse in mind with God,

Thy spirit heav’nward raise;

Acknowledge every good bestowed,

And offer grateful praise.

Conclude the day with God,

Thy sins to Him confess;

Trust in the Lord’s atoning blood,

And plead His righteousness.

Let us draw near to God

We know that He is here,

Oh may His presence fill our souls

With reverent Godly fear.

Let us draw near to God,

He will forgive our sin,

Christ’s precious blood has opened Heaven

And we may enter in.

Let us draw near to God,

He knows our need is great,

He will respect the contrite heart,

Regard our low estate.

Let us draw near to God,

Our Father and our Friend,

From grateful hearts continually

Let prayer and praise ascend.

Apart with Thee, O Lord, today

We gather in Thy Name;

Help us, O Lord, to speak and pray,

Thy blessing to obtain.

Apart with Thee, this hour so sweet,

When care is left behind;

To humbly meet at Jesus’ feet

With pray’rful heart and mind.

Apart with Thee, we feel our need

Of Jesus’ cleansing blood;

Cleanse us from sinful thought and deed,

Within that crimson flood.

O Lord, today may there arise

An off’ring pure and sweet,

New songs of praise, a sacrifice,

Acceptable, complete.

Lord, in our need we come to Thee,

Speak to our hearts we pray;

We long to hear Thy still, small voice

Whisp’ring to us each day.

Strong in ourselves we only fail,

Humble us, Lord, we pray;

Only through Thee we can prevail,

Cleanse us, O Lord, today.

Guided by Thee we need not fear,

Guide us, O Lord, we pray;

Teach us Thy will, Thy way make clear.

We would Thy will obey.

Use us, O Lord, Thy work to do,

Use us, O Lord, we pray!

Yielding ourselves in service true,

We would be used alway.

Lord, my heart’s deep need Thou knowest—

Contrite at Thy feet I pray,

Watching, waiting, in Thy presence,

Listening, willing to obey;

All my soul for Thee is yearning,

Fainting for Thy courts, O Lord,

Truest source of satisfaction,

Feed me on the living word.

Lord, my heart’s deep need Thou knowest—

Draw me, I will follow Thee;

Free from sin’s enthralling bondage,

In Thy light and liberty:

All my weakness, Lord, Thou see’st,

In temptation be my tower;

Make me more and more like Jesus

Daily by Thy Spirit’s power.

Lord, my heart’s deep need Thou knowest—

Do not turn away my prayer,

Thou hast walked the path before me,

Thou canst sympathize and care.

Oh, remember me in mercy,

And impart the needed grace

To enable me to follow,

Till I see Thee face to face.

Lowly at Thy feet, my Saviour,

Pleading for Thy pardoning grace,

I would seek Thy smile and favour,

Do not hide from me Thy face;

Often heart and flesh would fail me,

Help me, Saviour, from above,

Sweet the thought my heart retaineth,

I am not beyond Thy love.

Hush, my heart, thy Saviour speaketh,

Strained, my ear to catch His word;

Peace that passeth understanding,

Strength and life it doth afford.

Boundless is His love and mercy,

Deeper than the deepest sea;

Vast, unending, never failing,

Sure for all eternity.

’Tis not sacrifice nor offerings,

But my body He requires

For His home and habitation;

Shall I yield to His desires?

Can I, listening to His pleadings,

Still refuse and say Him nay?

Love begets the love He asketh,

Lord, I yield without delay.

O God, give ear unto my cry;

Unto my prayer attend.

From th’ utmost corner of the land

My cry to Thee I’ll send.

What time my heart is over-whelm’d,

And in perplexity,

Do Thou me lead unto the Rock

That higher is than I.

For Thou hast for my refuge been

A shelter by Thy pow’r;

And for defence against my foes

Thou hast been a strong tow’r.

Within Thy tabernacle I

For ever will abide;

And under covert of Thy wings

With confidence me hide.

For Thou the vows that I did make,

O Lord, my God, didst hear:

Thou hast giv’n me the heritage

Of those That name that fear.

I worship Thee, sweet Will of God,

And all Thy ways adore;

And every day I live I seem

To love Thee more and more.

I love to kiss each print where Thou

Hast set Thine unseen feet;

I cannot fear Thee, blessed Will,

Thine empire is so sweet.

I have no cares, O blessed Will,

For all my cares are Thine;

I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou

Hast made Thy triumphs mine.

When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.

He always wins who sides with God,

To Him no chance is lost,

God’s will is sweetest to him, when

It triumphs at his cost.

Oh, for a closer walk with God!

To hear His voice alway,

And yield obedience to His word,

To do His will each day.

The will of God is always best,

It brings us sweet release;

Ceasing from self, we enter in

To His eternal peace.

To love our life is losing all,

And we alone remain;

Yielding to God, denying self,

A hundredfold we gain.

Doing His will now brings us power

To reign o’er self and sin;

’Tis only thus that we can have

True victory within.

My Saviour, Thou hast offer’d rest;

Oh! give it, then, to me;

The rest of ceasing from myself,

To find my all in Thee.

This cruel self, oh, how it strives

And works within my breast,

To come between Thee and my soul,

And keep me back from rest.

How many subtle forms it takes

Of seeming verity,

As if it were not safe to rest

And venture all on Thee.

Oh, Lord, I seek a holy rest,

A vict’ry over sin;

I seek that Thou alone should’st reign

O’er all, without, within.

In Thy strong hand I lay me down,

So shall the work be done;

For who can work so wondrously

As Thou, Almighty One?

All my springs arise in Jesus,

He my inmost need supplies,

Satisfies my heart’s deep longings,

Quells the fears which oft arise.

I sit down beneath His shadow,

Resting there with great delight;

Sweet refreshing in His presence,

Songs He giveth in the night.

All my springs arise in Jesus,

Love empowers the highest choice;

Though I sleep my heart awaketh,

At the sound of His dear voice.

Come to me, my Well-beloved,

Gloom departs when Thou art near,

Source and fount of living waters,

Joy and health and hope and cheer.

All my springs arise in Jesus,

I have found Him whom I love;

He has kindly looked upon me,

Fixed my heart on things above.

He is chief among ten thousand,

My Redeemer, Saviour, Friend;

In His eyes I have found favour,

Loved with love which knows no end.

All my springs arise in Jesus,

In His favour there is life;

In His wondrous love abiding,

There is rest from sin and strife.

He will keep me free from evil,

Till the dawn of endless day;

I shall see Him in His beauty,

When the shadows flee away.

With my soul have I desired Thee,

When earth’s shadows round me fall,

Unto Thee my spirit seeketh,

Father, hear me when I call;

Lord, without Thee all is dreary,

All is barren, desolate;

Speak to me, O, loving Father,

While I in Thy presence wait.

With my soul have I desired Thee,

O, Thou fairest of the fair,

Let me now behold Thy beauty,

Let me rest beneath Thy care.

Purify my heart and cleanse me,

From defilement keep me free;

Thou canst make me pure and holy,

Thou art my sufficiency.

With my soul have I desired Thee,

Thou alone can’st satisfy,

Comfort, joy and consolation

Come forth when Thou drawest nigh.

Thou art life, and light, and gladness,

Yearns my heart Thy face to see;

In Thy presence is salvation,

Rest from all anxiety.

With my soul have I desired Thee,

Altogether lovely One,

Thy great work of re-creation

In my life Thou hast begun.

Grant that I may bear Thine image,

Help me choose the better part,

Seal me as Thine own forever,

Write Thy law within my heart.

Prayer is a mighty source of power,

Without it we must surely fail;

While Moses prayed the enemies

Of Israel could not prevail.

Then, brother, sister, plead and pray,

God reigns in majesty on high;

His eyes behold His chosen ones,

His ear is list’ning to their cry.

God will avenge His own elect

Whose prayers ascend both day and night,

And out of weakness make them strong,

And put their enemies to flight.

The hosts of sin are marching on,

And forth to death their captives lead,

And they must perish if we cease

To watch and pray and intercede.

Souls wander on outside the fold,

And God looks down with pitying eye

On harvest great and labourers few,

While souls drift on in sin to die.

My brother, sister, walk with God,

With perfect hearts, sincere and true,

That souls now dead in sin may see

The life of Christ revealed in you.

The heart of God is always grieved

Unless His chosen people pray,

And seek His all-sufficient grace

To keep them in the evil day.

Prayer is the strong connecting link,

The vital, quick’ning, heav’nly flame

Which burns within the hearts of all

Who live to honour His great Name.

Effectual, fervent prayers shall bring

God’s richest blessings from above;

All prayer prevails with Him Who reigns

For evermore in sovereign love.

Prayer moves the loving heart of God

To grant these favours from on high—

A wise and understanding heart,

A clear, discerning, single eye.

I need Thy grace, O Lamb of God,

To aid me in the pilgrim way;

I tremble at the tempter’s power,

And feel my need to watch and pray.

Oh, let me now abide in Thee,

Thou art my shield and hiding-place;

Thy precious blood my only plea,

While waiting at the throne of grace.

Thy tender love and mercy, Lord,

Subdues this stubborn heart of mine;

It floods and fills my inmost soul,

And claims and makes me wholly Thine.

I come to Thee to find soul rest,

And nestle closer to Thy side;

How base the heart that would betray

The soul’s Redeemer, Friend and Guide.

Tho’ heaven and earth may pass away,

Thy word will stand forever sure;

The promise is, they shall be saved

Who faithful to the end endure.

I need Thy sheltering wings, my God,

No other refuge can I find;

I nestle there in calm content,

True rest and peace of heart and mind.

I need Thy wisdom and Thy grace

To face the conflict day by day,

And bear the burden of the Lord,

With steps assured along the way.

I need Thy meek and gentle Christ

To still this stormy human breast;

To check the word, or deed, or thought,

Unworthy of its Holy Guest.

I need forgiveness, Saviour mine,

For oft I am like one astray;

And cleansing by Thy precious blood,

To keep me in Thy glorious way.

I rest content though poor I am;

Jehovah meets my every need;

I shall not want, He knows and gives

The riches of His grace indeed.

Low before Thy throne of grace,

Lord of Life we seek Thy face,

Oh, respect our soul’s deep need,

In the Saviour’s name we plead.

God of Love, Thy grace impart,

Quicken ev’ry longing heart,

Fill us with Thy love and zeal,

Grant us now Thy Spirit’s seal.

Lord, our body, spirit, soul,

We would yield to Thy control,

Grace sufficient Thou shalt give,

As in Thee we move and live.

Lord, we plead the Saviour’s blood;

We would serve Thee as we should;

Let Thy pitying eye now see

All our insufficiency.

We would bear Thy worthy Name,

Stand before Thee without blame,

Cleansed from all iniquity,

Clothed in Thy humility.

Send Thy light, Almighty Lord,

To the darkened hearts of men;

By Thine all-commanding word

Give the nations hope again.

Send Thy truth, declared of old,

Where false gods of earth hold sway;

Make it known from pole to pole,

Herald of a better day.

Then the captive shall rejoice,

Freed from blind tradition’s chain;

In the kingdom of the heart

Light and truth and love shall reign.

Come then, Sovereign King of kings,

Lord of lords and Prince of Peace,

Reign till all creation sings

With the song that ne’er shall cease.

Here we come and seek to pray,

Lord, refresh our hearts today;

Lighten all our darkness now,

As before Thy face we bow.

Save us from all fleshly speech,

Give us words Thine ear to reach,

Through us may Thy Spirit cry,

Speaking forth our hearts’ deep sigh.

Father, we our wants make known,

Give us what we need alone;

Thou art wiser far than we,

Past and future Thou dost see.

Give us Thy deep sympathy,

Save us from all apathy,

May the world with all its need

Touch our hearts and make us plead.

Now may every heart be still,

Lord, reveal to us Thy will,

Step by step as Thou dost show

May we always gladly go.

Master, speak! Thy servant heareth,

Waiting for Thy gracious word,

Longing for Thy voice that cheereth,

Master, let it now be heard.

I am list’ning, Lord, for Thee;

What hast Thou to say to me?

Speak to me by name, O Master,

Let me know it is to me;

Speak, that I may follow faster

With a step more firm and free,

Where the Shepherd leads the flock,

In the shadow of the Rock.

Master, speak! Tho’ least and lowest,

Let me not unheard depart;

Master, speak! for, oh, Thou knowest

All the yearning of my heart,

Knowest all its truest need;

Speak! and make me blest indeed.

Master, speak! and make me ready,

When Thy voice is truly heard,

With obedience glad and steady,

Still to follow ev’ry word.

I am list’ning, Lord, for Thee,

Master, speak, oh, speak to me!

Speak, Lord, in the stillness,

While I wait on Thee;

Hush my heart to listen

In expectancy.

Speak, O blessed Master,

In this quiet hour,

Let me see Thy face, Lord,

Feel Thy touch of power.

For the words Thou speakest,

They are life indeed;

Living bread from heaven,

Now my spirit feed!

All to Thee is yielded,

I am not mine own;

Blissful, glad surrender,

I am Thine alone.

Speak, Thy servant heareth,

Be not silent, Lord!

Waits my soul upon Thee

For the quick’ning word.

Fill me with the knowledge

Of Thy glorious will;

All Thine own good pleasure

In Thy child fulfil.

Father, in Thy mercy,

Hearken to my prayer,

Make Thy servant worthy,

Jesus’ name to bear.

He is meek and lowly,

These great gifts impart,

That they may for ever

Dwell within my heart.

Mourning, poor in spirit,

Cause Thy face to shine,

Open wide Thy Kingdom

To this heart of mine.

Thine the power and glory,

Thine the grace I need,

Loving, serving, sowing

All my life as seed.

Father, at Thy footstool,

This great truth I own—

Those who fail in dying

Must remain alone;

Let the love of Jesus

In my heart now reign,

Bringing forth abundant

Fruit that will remain.

Gracious, Holy Father,

Hear me from on high,

Teach me, like my Master,

How to fall and die;

Nought from Him withholding,

Nought I now retain:

I shall bear His image

When He comes to reign.

Lord, we need Thy tender mercy,

Need it every day;

We are in the midst of danger,

Teach us how to pray.

In the quiet of Thy presence,

Fit us for the fray,

Lest we waver in the conflict,

Be our Strength and Stay.

Lord, preserve and shield Thy people,

Foes are lurking round;

In the way our feet must journey

Snares of death are found.

Lord, impart Thy quick’ning Spirit

While our pray’rs arise,

Pray’rs from needy hearts and contrite

Thou wilt not despise.

Oh! how sweet the words of Jesus,

As we journey on life’s way,

And we walk the narrow pathway,

We should always watch and pray.

Though the farther on we go,

And our God we learn to know,

Still we fall before the foe,

If we do not watch and pray.

When at times the sun is shining,

And our path is bright as day,

We should take it as a warning

That we need to watch and pray;

For the foe is always near,

Though we cannot see he’s here,

But we have no need to fear,

If we only watch and pray.

In the times of deep depression

We may find there’s much to cheer;

If we’re conscious of temptation,

Still we need not faint nor fear;

When we seek our Father’s face,

He will grant the needed grace,

We may finish in the race

If we only watch and pray.

O blessed Lord, we plead again

Before Thy mercy seat.

Forgive and cleanse, like other times

Thy kindnesses repeat.

Descend on us, like morning dew

And as the early rain

That robes the earth in pastures new,

So clothe us, Lord, again.

Our garments change.

Made conscious of shortcomings and

Our need of help from Thee,

Impart Thy Holy Spirit to

Give utt’rance to our plea.

The tempter, now accusing, from

Our vision, Lord, conceal;

And interceding on our part,

Our great High Priest reveal.

Our vision change.

Tho’ many, as one body, in

Agreement, help us pray,

Subdue the tumult, still the strife,

And envy drive away.

Revive Thy gifts in all till we

Each other’s keeper be,

And fitly join the first with last,

Till blest in unity.

Unite us, Lord.

In concord may our prayers arise,

As prayers of one with zeal,

Unhindered be the glad Amen,

To ev’ry wise appeal.

Forgive as we forgive, O Lord,

And set each other free,

Not as we would, but as Thou wilt,

May this our blessing be.

Thy will be done.

O blessed Lord, we plead again

Before Thy mercy seat.

Forgive and cleanse, like other times

Thy kindnesses repeat.

Descend on us, like morning dew

And as the early rain

That robes the earth in pastures new,

So clothe us, Lord, again.

Our garments change.

Made conscious of shortcomings and

Our need of help from Thee,

Impart Thy Holy Spirit to

Give utt’rance to our plea.

The tempter, now accusing, from

Our vision, Lord, conceal;

And interceding on our part,

Our great High Priest reveal.

Our vision change.

Tho’ many, as one body, in

Agreement, help us pray,

Subdue the tumult, still the strife,

And envy drive away.

Revive Thy gifts in all till we

Each other’s keeper be,

And fitly join the first with last,

Till blest in unity.

Unite us, Lord.

In concord may our prayers arise,

As prayers of one with zeal,

Unhindered be the glad Amen,

To ev’ry wise appeal.

Forgive as we forgive, O Lord,

And set each other free,

Not as we would, but as Thou wilt,

May this our blessing be.

Thy will be done.

Oh, help us, Lord, to seek Thy face,

And touch our hearts that we may pray;

The foe is strong, we need Thy grace,

And power to keep us in the Way.

Oh, give us understanding hearts,

And help us now to intercede

For those who in the darkness dwell,

That they may see and feel their need.

Possess our hearts and fill our minds

With light and wisdom from on high,

That we may manifest Thy life

And vile affections crucify.

Whom have we, Lord, in Heaven but Thee,

And there is none on earth beside,

So tender, patient, kind and true,

A loyal, faithful Friend and Guide.

In deep distress, O Lord, we come,

Our helplessness appeals to Thee;

Thou who in us Thy work hath wrought,

Forsake us not then utterly.

Rejoicing in the lowly way,

We fain would walk, we fain would be;

The cross and suff’ring never shun,

But prove our love and loyalty.

As we present our sacrifice

Our all we yield with motive pure;

Thy love, Thy life, Thy power we crave,

That we may to the end endure.

Oh! help us then to follow on

With stable hearts, contrite and free;

Complete in Him, the righteous One,

Thy will fulfilling perfectly.

God requires a living off’ring

From each one who comes to Him;

If we are born of His Spirit,

We can see how just the claim.

We must bring with every offering,

Salt, the cov’nant of our God;

For if it is ever lacking,

Then our sacrifice is void.

Oh, how often God is grieved!

With our service doth find fault,

For our sacrifice is mingled

More with leaven than with salt.

If the salt hath lost its savour,

It is good for nothing then,

But to be cast on the highway,

Trodden ’neath the feet of men.

Let us then be sure we savour

Of the Christ, whose name we claim,

That our sacrifice and service

May not always be in vain.

Dear Lord, an off’ring I would bring

To Thee, my Prophet, Priest, and King,

Though small and mean the gift may be,

’Tis all I have to give to Thee,

’Tis all I have to give to Thee.

Thou, Lord, hast giv’n Thy best for me,

Thou didst not shrink from Calvary,

But drank the bitter cup of woe,

That God, Thy Father, I might know,

That God, Thy Father, I might know.

All that I am henceforth shall be

Used in the way that pleaseth Thee;

I mean to lay all at Thy feet,

Grant it may be a savour sweet,

Grant it may be a savour sweet.

So use my life, O Lord, I pray,

In seeking those who’ve gone astray,

That joy in heaven may abound,

As one by one Thy lambs are found,

As one by one Thy lambs are found.

I must have the Saviour with me,

For I dare not walk alone,

I must feel His presence near me,

And His arm around me thrown.

I must have the Saviour with me,

For my faith, at best, is weak;

He can whisper words of comfort

That no other voice can speak.

I must have the Saviour with me,

In the onward march of life,

Thro’ the tempest and the sunshine,

Thro’ the battle and the strife.

I must have the Saviour with me,

And His eye the way must guide,

Till I reach the vale of Jordan,

Till I cross the rolling tide.

Father, as we meet,

Humbly, and with fear,

May Thy presence sweet

To each heart draw near.

Father, as we pray,

May we rightly ask

Grace, to tread Thy way,

Strength, to do our task.

Father, as we speak,

May the words be Thine,

We, a mouthpiece weak,

Utt’ring things Divine.

Each word living bread,

Broken, Lord, by Thee,

On Thy table spread,

Sacrifice so free.

Father, as we part,

May there deeper be,

Purpose in each heart

Just to live for Thee.

As we live for Thee,

Lord, our lives control;

In Thy service free,

Other lives enrol.

Oh, teach me how to love,

As Thou hast first loved me,

That pure unselfish thoughtful love

That savours, Lord, of Thee.

Oh, help me to submit

To all Thy will for me,

From hardness and unyieldingness,

Oh, Father, keep me free.

Oh, teach me to be wise,

And from all wrong to flee

That would to others be a snare,

And turn their hearts from Thee.

Oh, help me to forgive,

As Thou, Lord, hast forgiven;

From pride and malice keep me clean,

And every form of leaven.

Oh, help me to be kind,

Patient, longsuffering, true;

At all times worthy of Thy seal,

In all I say and do.

Oh, help me to endure,

As others have endured;

A wise and faithful steward prove,

And gain Thy rich reward.

I’m satisfied in Jesus now—

My restless soul is calm and still,

My weary heart has found its home,

My joy it is to do His will.

Then sing, my soul, in sweetest song,

My captive spirit now is free;

At His behest I follow on,

His only, His henceforth to be.

His love has overpowered my heart,

No longer I in sin repine;

Secure from Satan’s fiery dart,

On Jesus’ breast I now recline.

I hear His kindly whispered word,

With beauty rare His face doth shine;

I feel the pressure of His hand,

Assuring me that He is mine.

I’ll follow Him, the sinless One,

And all His marvellous way adore;

Until I stand complete in Him,

His image bear for evermore.

When life’s short journey here will end,

And I at last shall reach the goal,

What rapture to behold His face,

While the eternal ages roll!

Thou my everlasting portion,

More than friend or life to me,

All along my pilgrim journey,

Saviour, let me walk with Thee.

Close to Thee, close to Thee,

Close to Thee, close to Thee;

All along my pilgrim journey,

Saviour, let me walk with Thee.

Not for ease or worldly pleasure,

Nor for fame my prayer shall be;

Gladly will I toil and suffer,

Only let me walk with Thee.

Close to Thee, close to Thee,

Close to Thee, close to Thee;

Gladly will I toil and suffer,

Only let me walk with Thee.

Lead me through this vale of shadows,

Bear me o’er life’s fitful sea;

Then the gate of life eternal

May I enter, Lord, with Thee.

Close to Thee, close to Thee,

Close to Thee, close to Thee;

Then the gate of life eternal

May I enter, Lord, with Thee.

Praying always in the Spirit,

Fainting not whate’er befall;

Jesus lives the mighty Conqu’ror,

He is reigning over all.

Praying when the foe is vanquished,

Seeking His sustaining grace,

Keeping under His protection,

Sure and steady in the race.

Praying when the darkness gathers,

And the sun withdraws its light,

Through the lonely hours of sorrow,

In the still and solemn night.

Praying that we may continue

In the race we have begun;

Found at last among the faithful

When our days on earth are done.

Pray for the peace of the city,

Set as a light on a hill,

Pray that each dwelling may prosper,

Peace all her palaces fill.

Mark well her towers and bulwarks,

Settled eternally sure;

Builded in truth upon Jesus,

She shall forever endure.

Pray for the peace of the city,

Pray that no evil shall harm;

All they who love her shall prosper,

Knowing no cause for alarm.

E’en though the mountains be carried

Into the depths of the sea,

God in the midst of her dwelleth,

Our Rock and Fortress is He.

Pray for the peace of the city,

Soon as the Bride to appear,

Coming in clouds of the morning,

Fair as the jasper stone clear.

Christ is her Light and her Temple,

Christ is the King on her throne;

Pray for the peace of the city

Jesus hath claimed for His own.

See the Saviour in compassion

Come to earth to bleed and die;

Think of His great love in leaving

Heaven’s blessed home on high.

Down to win earth’s weary sinners,

Wand’ring far— how can it be?

Oh, what love, ’tis passing knowledge—

Can it be? Can it be?

See the Saviour, thoughtful, walking

By the Sea of Galilee;

Hear Him call those lowly fishers,

“Follow Me, come follow Me.

Come with Me to live and labour

Till the close of life’s last day;

Help me win the souls who wander

Far away, far away.”

See the Saviour kneeling, praying

In the garden all alone;

Facing death and cruel mocking,

For our sins He must atone.

Fainting ’neath a weight of sorrow,

He must bear the cross alone;

See Him patiently enduring,

All alone, all alone.

Hearts it is the world requires,

Hearts from doubting free and pure,

Hearts not clos’d by wrong desires,

But Christ’s footsteps follow sure.

Hearts both brave and fill’d with courage,

As God’s men of old we see,

And who seek but God to honour,

Love Him, and like Him would be.

Hearts both true and faithful beating,

Who for others needs do move;

From all treachery retreating,

Hearts aflame with heav’nly love.

Hearts for needy ever searching,

Hearts controlled by Him alone,

Who, tho’ death and anguish facing,

Pray, “Dear Lord, Thy will be done.”

Hearts with love for those who perish,

Tender, warm, for rich and poor.

Lukewarm hearts God cannot cherish

In salvation’s holy war.

Hearts, like Jesus, yielded wholly,

Counting all of earth but loss,

Hearts, who with His share, but gladly,

Sorrow, suff’ring and the cross.

O bless the Lord, my soul!

Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless His name,

Whose favours are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul,

Nor let His mercies lie

Forgotten in unthankfulness,

And without praises die.

’Tis He forgives thy sin,

’Tis He relieves thy pain,

’Tis He that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again.

He fills the poor with good,

He gives the sufferers rest;

The Lord has judgments for the proud,

And justice for th’ opprest.

God will not always chide;

But when His strokes are felt,

His strokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our guilt.

High as the heavens are raised

Above the ground we tread,

So far the riches of His grace

Our highest thoughts exceed.

The pity of the Lord

To those that fear His name,

Is such as tender parents feel:

He knows our feeble frame.

Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flower;

If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,

It withers in an hour.

Help me to find Thee when I pray,

O God, this is my earnest plea;

The way is hid, my hope is dead,

If, Lord, I cannot meet with Thee.