3. Master, where abidest Thou?
All the springs of life are low;
Sin and grief our spirits bow,

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And we wait Thy call to go.
From the heights of heavenly rest,

Where the just abide with Thee,
From the voice which makes them blest,
Comes the summons, "Come and see."

I.

Elizabeth Charles.

The Lilies of the Field.

ONG ago the lilies faded

Lo

Which to Jesus seemed so fair,

But the love that bade them blossom
Still is working everywhere.

2. On the moors, and in the valleys,
By the streams we love so well,
There is greater glory blooming
Than the tongue of man can tell.

3. Long ago in sacred silence

Died the accents of His prayer;
Still the souls that seek the Father
Find His presence everywhere.

4. In the multitude adoring,

In the chamber sad and lone,
He is there to help and comfort,
As they pray, "Thy will be done!"

5. Let us seek Him, still believing
He that worketh round us yet,
Clothing lilies in the meadows,
Will His children ne'er forget.

8.7.

W. G. Tarrant.

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I.

The Divine Healer.

1. THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old,
Was strong to heal and save ;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave.

To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The palsied and the lame,

The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

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2. And lo! Thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength, and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned Thee, the Lord of light;
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesaret's shore.

3. Be Thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,
With Thine Almighty breath ;

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To hands that work, and eyes that see,

Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong,

May praise Thee evermore.

Hosanna.

E. H. Plumptre.

I. HOSANNA unto David's Son!

The Hebrew children cry;

Hosanna to the lowly One!

The Gentile youth reply.

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2. Hosanna for His blessings given !
Sang such as felt His hand;
Hosanna touched by Him from heaven
Sings still our blessed band.

3. From East to West in shrines of praise,
As in the courts above,

The children their hosannas raise,

He breathed for them such love.

4. Kingdom, of which He said they are,
Below or in the skies,

Come, shine in glory from afar,

Upon our spirits rise!

Thy Way is in the Deep.

Cyrus A. Bartol.

I. THY way is in the deep, O Lord!

E'en there we'll go with Thee:
We'll meet the tempest at Thy word,
And walk upon the sea.

2. Poor tremblers at His rougher wind,
Why do we doubt Him so?

Who gives the storm a path, will find
The way our feet shall go.

3. A moment may His hand be lost,
Drear moment of delay!

We cry, "Lord, keep the tempest-tost,"
And safe we're borne away.

4. The Lord yields nothing to our fears,
And flies from selfish care;

But comes Himself, where'er He hears
The voice of loving prayer.

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5. O happy soul of faith divine!

Thy victory how sure!

The love that kindles joy is thine,

The patience to endure.

6. Come, Lord of peace! our griefs dispel,

And wipe our tears away:

'Tis Thine, to order all things well,

And ours to bless Thy sway.

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James Martineau.

Peace be Still.

1. LORD, in whose might the Saviour trod
The dark and stormy wave;

And trusted in His Father's arm,
Omnipotent to save!

2. When darkly round our footsteps rise
The floods and storms of life,

Send Thou Thy Spirit down to still
The elemental strife.

3. Strong in our trust, on Thee reposed,
The ocean path we'll dare,

Though waves around us rage and foam,
Since Thou art with us there.

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I.

C.M.

ART thou weary, art thou languid,

Art thou sore distrest?

"Come to Me," saith One, "and coming

Be at rest!"

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2. Hath He marks to lead me to Him,

If He be my Guide?

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints,

And His side.".

3. Hath He diadem as monarch

That His brow adorns?

"Yea, a crown in very surety,—

But of thorns."

4. If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here?

“ Many a sorrow, many a labour,

Many a tear."

5. If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?

"Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,

Jordan past."

6. If I ask Him to receive me,

Will He say me nay?

"Not till earth and not till heaven

Pass away!"

7. Finding, following, keeping, struggling,

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Is He sure to bless?

Saints, Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs,

I.

Answer, Yes!"

Stephen the Sabaite.
Tr. J. M. Neale.

She Loved Much.

AS Mary knelt and dropped her tears,

So, gracious Lord, would we;

And pour the ointment of our hearts,
Our choicest love on Thee.

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