Whose feet have toiled along our pathways rough,

Whose lips drawn human breath!

3. By that one likeness which is ours and Thine, By that one nature which doth hold us kin,

By that high heaven where, sinless, Thou dost shine,

To draw us sinners in;

4. By Thy last silence in the judgment-hall,

By long foreknowledge of the deadly tree,
By darkness, by the wormwood and the gall,
I pray Thee visit me.

5. Come, lest this heart should, cold and cast away, Die ere the guest adored she entertain-

Lest eyes which never saw Thine earthly day
Should miss Thy heavenly reign.

Jean Ingelow.

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Immortal Love.

1. STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen Thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

2. Thou seemest human and divine,

The highest, holiest manhood, Thou :
Our wills are ours, we know not how :
Our wills are ours, to make them Thine.

3. Our little systems have their day :

They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of Thee,
And Thou, O Lord, art more than they.

L.M.

4. We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see,

And yet we trust it comes from Thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

5. Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

6. But vaster: we are fools and slight,

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We mock Thee when we do not fear:
But help Thy foolish ones to bear;
Help Thy vain world to bear Thy light.

I.

JESUS has lived, and we would bring

The world's glad thanks to-day,

And at His feet, while anthems ring,
A grateful offering lay.

2. Jesus has died; but His pure life,
So perfect and divine,

Remains to conquer sin and strife,
In every age and clime.

3. Jesus yet lives: above, below,
Triumphant over death;

And in His name we face each foe,
And win the fight of faith.

4. Jesus yet lives; and O! may we,
While in this valley dim,

So feel our glorious destiny
That we may live like Him.

W. R. Alger

212.

Come up Hither.

1. THOU hast gone up again,

Thou who didst first come down ;

Thou hast gone up to reign,

Gone up from cross to crown.

2. Beyond the opening sky

No more Thy face we see ;
Yet draw our souls on high,
That we may dwell with Thee.

3. Up to those regions blest

Where faith has fullest sway,
Up to Thine endless rest,
Up to Thy cloudless day ;

4. Up to that glowing life,

Up to that perfect peace,
Unvexed by doubt or strife,

Where care and conflict cease.

5. Up, up to where Thou art,
Fount of unwasting Love,
Up to that mighty heart,

All its great power to prove.

6. Not now for distant heaven
Or future life we pray :
Lord, let Thy grace be given
To make us Thine to-day.

7. Here, hold us in Thy hand,
Here, by Thy Spirit guide,
So shall our hearts ascend,
And still with Thee abide.

6s.

Eliza Scudder.

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213.

I.

Ascension.

HE is gone; a cloud of light

Has received Him from our sight
High in heaven where eye of men
Follows not, nor angels' ken:
Through the veils of time and space
Passed into the holiest place;
All the toil, the sorrow done,
All the battle fought and won.

2. He is gone; toward their goal
World and church must onward roll;
Far behind we leave the past,
Forward are our glances cast:
Still His words before us range
Through the ages as they change;
Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead,
He will give whate'er we need.

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3. He is gone; but we once more
Shall behold Him as before;
In the heaven of heavens the same,
As on earth He went and came.
In the many mansions there,
Place for us He will prepare;
In that world unseen, unknown,
He and we shall yet be one.

Seeking Things Above.

75.

A. P. Stanley.

I. WE follow, Lord, where Thou dost lead,

And, quickened, would ascend to Thee,

Redeemed from sin, set free indeed
Into Thy glorious liberty.

2. We cast behind fear, sin, and death;

With Thee we seek the things above;

L.M.

Our inmost souls Thy spirit breathe,
Of power, of calmness, and of love :
3. The power, 'mid worldliness and sin,
To do, in all, our Father's will;
With Thee the victory to win,

And bid each tempting voice be still :
4. The calmness perfect faith inspires,
Which waiteth patiently and long :
The love that faileth not, nor tires,
Triumphant over every wrong.

5. Thus through Thy quickening Spirit, Lord,
Thy perfect life in us reveal,

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And help us, as we live to God,

Still more and more with man to feel.

Head over all Things.

1. HEAD of the Church triumphant !
We joyfully adore Thee.

Till Thou appear, Thy members here

Shall sing like those before Thee.

We lift our hands and voices

In blest anticipation,

And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

2. While in affliction's furnace,

Or passing through the fire,

7.7.8.7. D.

Thy love we praise that knows our days,

And ever brings us nigher;

We lift our hands, exulting

In Thine almighty favour;

The love divine which made us Thine

Shall keep us Thine for ever.

Charles Wesley.