In that glad sound would I rejoice,

And lift with theirs my fallen head. 2. Life without love, I find, is death ;

Love is not love which loves not Thee; Both love and life flow from Thy breath, Breathe Thou both life and love in me!

3. Thy sacrifice upon the Cross

Has shown the omnipotence of love; True life we gain through Thy life's loss, Through Thy descent we rise above.

204.

I.

The Walk to Emmaus.

Thomas Hill.

IOS.

1. 'TWAS at this hour, upon the world's great day, Two men of sorrow went upon their way;

Of bitter death they made their bitter moan, And One drew nigh, and with them walk'd unknown.

2. So draw Thou nigh to us, dear and dread Lord;
So to earth's mourners sacred hope afford ;
If yet we know Thee not, reveal our need,
Show us Thyself, the dead Christ, risen indeed.

3. 'Twas at this hour the Sacred Wayfarer,

With strange, sweet yearning made their hearts to

stir;

Then when He would go on, as one constrain'd
Of prayer, "Abide with us;" return'd, remain'd.

4. So, Lord, abide with us, day is far spent ;

Be Thou constrain'd to this Thy dear intent;
Hast Thou done all, and shall that all be vain ?
Blest Wayfarer, reveal Thyself again.

5. 'Twas at this hour they won Him to their board,
And suddenly, behold, it was the Lord!-
For He took bread, and bless'd it,—and anon
He gave it to them.—And the Lord was gone.

6. So, go not now; abide, and bless, and break,
Till all our bread is holy, for Thy sake;

O Life, be Life indeed, true faith afford,
Let us cry, also, "We have seen the Lord."

Jean Ingelow.

205.

Toiling all Night.

1. THE livelong night, we've toiled in vain, But at Thy gracious word

We will let down the net again;

Do Thou Thy will, O Lord.

2. So, day by day, and week by week,
In sad and weary thought

They muse, whom God hath set to seek
The souls His Christ hath bought.

3. At morn we look and naught is there,
Sad dawn of cheerless day;

Who then from pining and despair
The sickening heart can stay?

4. There is a stay-and we are strong;
Our Master is at hand

To cheer our solitary song,
And guide us to the strand

5. In His own time; but yet awhile
Our bark at sea must ride :

Cast after cast, by force or guile,
All waters must be tried.

C.M.

6. Should e'er Thy wonder-working grace
Triumph by our weak arm,
Let not our sinful fancy trace
Aught human in the charm.

7. To our own nets ne'er bow we down;
Lest on the eternal shore

The angels, while our draught they own,
Reject us evermore :

8. Or if, for our unworthiness,

Toil, prayer, and watching fail,

In disappointment Thou canst bless,
So love at heart prevail.

206.

I.

Jesus our Leader.

happy band of pilgrims,

If onward ye will tread
With Jesus as your Fellow
To Jesus as your Head!
O, happy if ye labour

As Jesus did for men :
O, happy if ye suffer

As Jesus suffered then!

2. The faith by which ye see Him,
The hope in which ye yearn,

The love that through all troubles
To hear His voice will turn,—
What are they but His angels,
To lead you to His sight?
What are they save the effluence
Of uncreated light?

J. Keble.

7.6.7.6.

3. The trials that beset you,
The sorrows ye endure,
The manifold temptations

That death alone can cure,-
What are they but His jewels
Of right celestial worth?
What are they but the ladder

Set up to heaven on earth?

S. Joseph of the Studium, tr. J. M. Neaie.

207. The same yesterday, to-day, and for ever. L.M.

1. WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great High Priest our nature wears;
The Saviour of mankind appears.

2. Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a Brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
3. Our Fellow-Sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His agonies, and cries.

4. In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part:
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

5. With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

M. Bruce.

208.

Suffering and Joy.

C.M.

1. THE head that once was crowned with thorns,

Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2. The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below

To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His name to know:

3. To them the Cross with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given :
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.

4. They suffer with their Lord below;
They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy, to know
The mystery of His love.

5. The Cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

T.Kelly.

10.10.10.6.

209.

I.

A

The Living Saviour.

ND didst Thou love the race that loved not
Thee?

And didst Thou take to heaven a human brow? Dost plead with man's voice by the marvellous sea?

Art Thou his kinsman now?

2. O God! O kinsman loved, but not enough!

O Man! with eyes majestic after death,