183 1 Samuel. WHEN little Samuel woke, And heard his Maker's voice, At every word he spoke, How much did he rejoice; O blessed, happy child, to find P. M. The God of heaven so near and kind. If God would speak to me, And say he was my friend, How happy should I be! O, how would I attend! The smallest sin I then should fear, 3 And does he never speak? The God whom Samuel heard; And I, beneath his care, May safely rest my head; 5 Like Samuel, let me say, Whene'er I read his word, The voice that Samuel heard;" I 184 The broad and narrow Way. 6's. STRIVE, for the way is strait In which the Saviour trod; That leadeth up to God. Still blindly go astray? 3 Strive, ere life's setting sun Seek as for hidden gold; 185 Waiting at Wisdom's Gate. C. M. 1 MY heart has been too long ensnared In folly's hurtful ways; O may I be at length prepared, 2 'Tis Jesus from the mercy-seat He calls poor sinners to his feet, 3 Approach, my soul, to wisdom's gates, No one who watches there, and waits, 4 He will not let me seek in vain; 1 186 Christ's Invitation. L. M. COME hither, all ye weary souls! And raise you to my heavenly home. And pride is restless as the wind. My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus! we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeal; Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. 187 "Give me thy Ileart." I HEAR ye not a voice from heaven, To the listening spirit given? Children, come! it seems to say, 7's. 2 Sweet as is a mother's love, 3 Lord, we will remember thee, 4 Then, when night and age appear, When the stars shall fade and flee. 5 Now to thee, O Lord! we come, In our morning's early bloom; Breathe on us thy grace divine; Touch our hearts, and make them thine! 188 Early Consecration. C. M. 1 IN the bright morn of life, when youth With vital ardour glows, And shines in all the fairest charms 2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers 3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud 4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age And sadly muse on former joys, 5 True wisdom, early sought and gained, PENITENTIAL. 1 The Decision. L. M. 189 Which bade me live for God and heaven, I felt too stubborn and too proud To yield to Christ, and heavenward go. 3 And thus I've gone from day to day, From month to month, and year to year, Refusing still to bend and pray, And shed the penitential tear. 4 But I'm resolved no longer now 1 199 Earnest Supplication. JESUS! hear a weeping mourner 8,7. |