IN SORROW GENTLY, Lord, oh, gently lead us, In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near, Thomas Hastings [1784-1872] "JUST FOR TO-DAY" LORD, for to-morrow and its needs, I do not pray: Keep me, my God, from stain of sin, THE VOICE FROM GALILEE I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast." Weary, and worn, and sad, I heard the voice of Jesus say, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, I heard the voice of Jesus say, And in that Light of life I'll walk Horatius Bonar [1808-1889] FAITH My faith looks up to Thee, Saviour divine! Now hear me while I pray, O let me from this day He Standeth at the Door May Thy rich grace impart My zeal inspire; As Thou hast died for me, Pure, warm, and changeless be.- While life's dark maze I tread, Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. When ends life's transient dream, Blest Saviour, then, in love, O bear me safe above, A ransomed soul! 3561 Ray Palmer [1808-1887] HE STANDETH AT THE DOOR IN the silent midnight watches, How it knocketh-knocketh-knocketh Knocketh evermore! Say not 'tis thy pulse's beating: 'Tis thy heart of sin; 'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth, "Rise, and let Me in!" Death comes on with reckless footsteps, To the hall and hut: Think you Death will tarry, knocking, Where the door is shut? Jesus waiteth-waiteth-waiteth, Grieved, away my Saviour goeth; Then 'tis time to stand entreating At the gate of Heaven beating, Nay!-alas, thou guilty creature! Jesus waited long to know thee; Now He knows thee not. Arthur Cleveland Coxe [1818-1896] "THERE IS A GREEN HILL" THERE is a green hill far away, Where the dear Lord was crucified, We may not know, we cannot tell But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. He died that we might be forgiven, That we might go at last to heaven, There was no other good enough O dearly, dearly has He loved, And try His works to do. Cecil Frances Alexander [1818-1895] |