LVII.

WE ask to sit at Thy right hand in glory, That Thou wouldst grant us all that we desire, Forgetful that the path is steep and thorny, And that the baptism must be one of fire.

How earnestly we seek for toil's reward,
While to be saved from that same toil we pray,
Our coward spirits call upon Thee, Lord,

To find for us to heaven some easy way.

We shrink from loss, and pain, and self-denial, All suffering seems to us a draught accurst, Unmindful that true strength is gained by trial, And who on earth is last in heaven is first.

Painful the process, but as truly dear
As the result to us can ever be,
The discipline we shun but brings us near
To that bright home above we long to see.

G

We look to Thee, O God, for help in need!
Put Thy strength in us, help us to endure,
That as true soldiers of the cross, indeed,
Us from the path of duty nought may lure.

LVIII.

THOU, who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe,
And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessed labours done,

Thy crown of victory won,

Hast passed from earth,-passed to Thy home on high.

It was no path of flowers,

Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread;

And shall we in dismay,

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness are around it spread ?

O Thou, who art our Life,

Be with us through the strife ;

Thine own meek head by rudest storms was bowed, Raise Thou our eyes above,

To see a Father's love,

Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.

E'en through the awful gloom,

Which hovers o'er the tomb,

That light of love our guiding star shall be;

Our spirits shall not dread

The shadowy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to Thee.

LIX.

PASS away, earthly joy,
Jesus is mine!

Break, every mortal tie,

Jesus is mine!

Dark is the wilderness;

Distant the resting-place;

Jesus alone can bless:

Jesus is mine!

Tempt not my soul away,
Jesus is mine!

Here would I ever stay,

Jesus is mine!

Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine!

Fare ye well, dreams of night, Jesus is mine!

Mine is a dawning bright,

Jesus is mine!

All that my soul has tried
Leaves but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied,

Jesus is mine!

Farewell, mortality,

Jesus is mine!

Welcome, eternity,

Jesus is mine!

Welcome, ye scenes of rest, Welcome, ye mansions blest,

Welcome, a Saviour's breast, Jesus is mine!

LX.

NEARER, my God, to TheeNearer to Thee,

E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me:

Still all my song would be Nearer, my God, to TheeNearer to Thee!

Though like a wanderer,
Daylight all gone,

Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to Thee—

Nearer to Thee!

There let my way appear
Steps up to heaven,

All that Thou send'st to me

In mercy given.

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Nearer to Thee!