345. 7. All hues, all harmonies divine, The holy earth about, Their souls will send forth into mine, My soul to widen out. 8. And thus the great earth I shall hold George Macdonald. Christian Discipleship and Service. The Heavenward Call. 1. WHAT shall I do, my Lord, my God, To make my life worth more to Thee? 2. Through strange confusions of the time 3. My coward heart, my flagging feet, They hold me in bewildering gloom : 4. The dearest voice may lead astray : Speak Thou! Thy word my guide shall be, Oh, not from life and men away, But through them, with them, up to Thee 5. It is not much these hands can do: Keep Thou my spirit close to Thine, Till every thought Thy love throbs through, L.M. 6. With souls that seek Thy pure abode, Let A bearer of Thy sacred fire! Lucy Larcom. 346. 1. HOW The Consecrated Road. OW shall I follow Him I serve? Nor from those blessèd footsteps swerve 2. Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, 3. 'Twas thus He suffered, though a Son, 4. Lord, should my path through suffering lie, Still let me turn to Calvary, Nor heed my griefs, remembering Thine. L.M. Josiah Conder. 347. Following Christ. 1. THOU say'st "Take up thy cross, The night is black, the feet are slack, S.M. 2. But O, dear Lord, we cry, That we Thy face could see! 3. Dim tracts of time divide Those golden days from me; The voice comes strange o'er years of change; 4. Comes faint and far Thy voice Thy vision fades in ancient shades; 5. Ah, sense-bound heart and blind, 6. O heavy cross-of faith In what we cannot see! As once of yore, Thyself restore, 7. If not as once Thou cam'st, In true humanity, Come yet as guest within the breast That burns to follow Thee. 8. Within our heart of hearts In nearest nearness be: Set up Thy throne within Thine own :— Go, Lord: we follow Thee. F. T. Palgrave. 348. I. 349. I. Against Self-complacency. NOT when, with self dissatisfied, O Lord, I lowly lie, So much I need Thy grace to guide, 2. As when the sound of human praise 3. By failure and defeat made wise, 4. What inward peace is born of strife, 5. O Lord, we need Thy shaming look The discipline of Thy rebuke C.M. F. L. Hosmer. The Will of God. WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God! And all Thy ways adore: To love Thee more and more. C. M. 2. Thou wert the end, the blessed rule, Thou wert the passion of His heart 3. I love to kiss each print where Thou 4. Oh, do Thou breathe into my soul A love to lose my will in Thine, 5. I have no cares, O blessed Will! I do the little I can do, And leave the rest to Thee. 7. And when it seems no chance or change Hope finds its strength in helplessness, 8. Ride on, ride on triumphantly, 9. Ill that God blesses is our good, And all is right that seems most wrong, F. W. Faber. |