2. Oh the sweet joys of penitence !
We trust Thee and adore;
We wonder at Thy gracious word,
"Arise and sin no more."

3. Thou dost forget our sinful past,
Thou takest off the stain;
Bathed in the ocean of Thy love,
Our souls are pure again.

4. We come with sad confessing lips,
For Thy forgiving touch;

And Thou dost thrill us with the words
That we have loved Thee much.

5. We raise our tearful eyes to Thee
And meet Thy smile divine;
Where shall we look, O pitying Christ,
For tenderness like Thine?

6. We hide our souls in Thee, O Lord,
In Thee we seek our rest:

Oh! raise us from Thy sacred feet
To lean upon Thy breast.

148.

I.

Love's Offering.

MASTER, no offering, costly and sweet,

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May we, like her of old, lay at Thy feet; Yet may love's incenșe rise, sweeter than sacrifice, Dear Lord, to Thee.

2. Daily our lives would show weakness made strong, Toilsome and gloomy ways brightened with song; Some deeds of kindness done, some souls by pati

ence won,

Dear Lord, to Thee.

3. Some word of hope for hearts burdened with fears, Some balm of peace for eyes blinded with tears, Some dews of mercy shed, some wayward footsteps led,

Dear Lord, to Thee.

4. Thus in Thy service, Lord, till eventide Closes the day of life, may we abide !

And when earth's labours cease, bid us depart in

peace,

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Dear Lord, to Thee.

Edwin P. Parker.

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The Homeless Christ.

I. WINDS have their hour of calm,

And waves their slumber on the voiceless

Eve hath its breath of balm

To hush all senses and all sounds to sleep.

2. Birds have their quiet nest,

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest,

But Jesus hath not where to lay His head.

3. The wild deer hath its lair,

The homeward flocks the shelter of their shed; All have their rest from care,

But Jesus hath not where to lay His head.

4. And yet He comes to give

The weary and the heavy-laden rest;

To bid the sinner live,

And soothe our griefs to slumber on His breast.

5. Let the birds seek their nest,

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; Come, Saviour, on my breast

Deign to repose Thine oft-rejected head.

J. S. B. Monsell.

150.

The Transfiguration.

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STAY, Master, stay upon this heavenly hill:

A little longer, let us linger still;

With all the mighty ones of old beside,
Near to the Awful Presence still abide;
Before the throne of light we trembling stand,
And catch a glimpse into the spirit-land.

2. Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air;
This life is not the life that waits us there:
Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go;
We cannot speak them—nay, we do not know;
Wrapt in this cloud of light we seem to be
The thing we fain would grow-eternally.

3. "No!" saith the Lord, "the hour is past, we go ;
Our home, our life, our duties lie below.
While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer,
The plough lies waiting in the furrow there!
Here we sought God that we might know His will;
There we must do it,-serve Him,-seek Him still."
Samuel Greg.

151.

1.

On the Mount.

NOT always on the mount may we

Rapt in the heavenly vision be;
The shores of thought and feeling know
The Spirit's tidal ebb and flow.

2. Lord, it is good abiding here—
We cry, the heavenly presence near ;
The vision vanishes, our eyes

Are lifted into vacant skies.

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3. Yet hath one such exalted hour
Upon the soul redeeming power,
And in its strength through after days
We travel our appointed ways;

4. Till all the lowly vale grows bright
Transfigured in remembered light,
And in untiring souls we bear
The freshness of the upper air.

5. The mount for vision,-but below
The paths of daily duty go,

And nobler life therein shall own
The pattern on the mountain shown.

F. L. Hosmer.

152.

I.

It is Good to be Here.

LORD, it is good for us to be

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High on the mountain here with Thee,

Where stand revealed to mortal gaze
The great old saints of other days,
Who once received, on Horeb's height,
The eternal laws of truth and right,
Or caught the still small whisper, higher
Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.

2. Lord, it is good for us to be

With Thee, and with Thy faithful Three,
Here, where the Apostle's heart of rock
Is nerved against temptation's shock;
Here, where the Son of Thunder learns
The thought that breathes, the word that burns;
Here, where on eagle's wings we move
With him whose last, best creed is Love.

3. Lord, it is good for us to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee,
Watching the glistening raiment glow
Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow,
The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light divine;

Till we too change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured face.

4. Lord, it is good for us to be

Here on the Holy Mount with Thee ;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice;
Though love wax cold and faith be dim,
"This is My Son ! O hear ye Him !"

153.

I.

Bethany.

A. P. Stanley.

NO man hath seen Thee, Lord of light,

Who art around and in us all;

But Jesus from Thy bosom bright

Came forth to free our souls from thrall.

2. O Saviour, listen to the song

Which from our gladdened lives ascends;
And lift us by Thy spirit strong

Above the taint of earthly ends.

3. Thy love fell warm on Mary's heart,
While she sat musing at Thy feet:
Though Martha chose the lower part,
Her service still to Thee was sweet.

L.M.