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2. No voice of thunder I expect,
But follow calm and still,
For love can easily divine
The loving Father's will.

3. How happily the working days
In this dear service fly!
How rapidly the closing hour,--
The time of rest draws nigh!

4. When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company,

Then where the Master ever is,

Shall His blest servants be.

G. I. P. Spitta, tr. H. L. Luther.

The Grace of Christ.

C.M.

I. WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below;

What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!

2. For ever on Thy burden'd heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.

3. Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove,
Unwearied in forgiveness still,

Thy heart could only love.

4. Oh! give us hearts to love like Thee;
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve

Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.

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5. One with Thyself, may every eye,
In us, Thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.

Sir E. Denny.

Bringing us to God.

1. THOU loving Friend to all who bowed
Beneath life's weary load,

From lips baptized in humble prayer
Thy consolations flowed.

2. Thou faithful Witness to the truth,
Thy just rebuke was hurled

Out from a heart that burned to break

The fetters of the world.

3. No hollow rite, no lifeless creed

Thy piercing glance could bear,

C.M.

But longing hearts that sought Thee, found
The peace of heaven was there.

4. Still unto God Thou bring'st us near,
No priest nor veil between,

And dost uplift our downcast eyes
To realms of faith unseen.

Samuel Longfellow.

To whom shall we go?

HE one whole truth I seek

1. THE

In this sad age of strife;

The truth of Him who is the Truth,
And in whose truth is life.

2. Truth, which contains true rest,

Which is the grave of doubt,

S.M.

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I.

Which ends uncertainty and gloom,
And casts the falsehood out.

3. O True One, give me truth !
And let it quench in me
The thirst of this long-craving heart,
And set my spirit free.

4. O truth of God, destroy

The cloud, the chain, the war;
Dawn to this stormy midnight be,
My bright and morning Star!

H. Bonar.

L.M. 6 lines.

Way, Truth, Life.
LIGHT! whose beams illumine all

From twilight dawn to perfect day,
Shine Thou before the shadows fall
That lead our wandering feet astray;
At morn and eve Thy radiance pour,
That youth may love, and age adore.
2. O Way! through whom our souls draw near
To yon eternal home of peace.

Where perfect love shall cast out fear,
And earth's vain toil and wandering cease;
In strength or weakness may we see
Our heavenward path, O Lord, through Thee.
3. O Truth! before whose shrine we bow,
Thou priceless pearl for all who seek,
To Thee our earliest strength we vow,
Thy love will bless the poor and meek ;
When dreams or mists beguile our sight,
Turn Thou our darkness into light.

4. O Life! the well that ever flows
To slake the thirst of those that faint,
Thy power to bless, what seraph knows?

Thy joy supreme, what words can paint?
In earth's last hour of fleeting breath
Be Thou our Conqueror over death.

386.

J.

387.

Obedience and Knowledge.

1. WHO will their God obey,

E. H. Plumptre.

And to His precepts bow,

In will and wish to serve Him, they
His thoughts and ways shall know.

2. Saviour, Thy searching word
I inly would receive;

And have with God the one accord
That mysteries doth perceive.

3. Break, break, thou hindering bond;
Pride of self-will, away;

From darkening air of earthly ground
Raise me to light of day.

4. Let it my purpose be

The will divine to do,

That from delusion I be free,
And truth divine may know.

Preparation for Service.

S.M.

G. B. Bubier.

I. LORD, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy tone;

As Thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thy erring children, lost and lone.

2. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead

The wandering and the wavering feet ;

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O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
The hungry ones with manna sweet.

3. O strengthen me, that, while I stand
Firm on the rock and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand

To wrestlers with the troubled sea.

4. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach

The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depth of many a heart.

5. O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
Until my very heart o'erflow

In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.

Frances R. Havergal.

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Working with Christ.

1. THE toil of brain, or heart, or hand,

Is man's appointed lot!

He who God's call can understand,
Will work, and murmur not.

2. Toil is no thorny crown of pain,

Bound round man's brow for sin ;

True souls from it, all strength may gain,
High manliness may win.

3. O God! who workest hitherto,

Working in all we see,

Fain would we be, and bear, and do,

As best it pleaseth Thee.

C.M.