Holy One, I cry to thee,

Be Thou of my youth the guide ; Be my God; my Father be;

And keep me at thy side.

At thy table when I kneel,

And first those pledges share,

Give me so thy love to feel

That joy may root me there! Let me come, and come again ; Let me not go back from Thee: Saviour, thine I would remain,

Here, and eternally !

THE PRAYER OF THE SOWER.

'Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.'- ECCL. xi. I.

DAY by day, and year by year,
Late and early, far and near,
At thy bidding, O my Lord,
I have sown thy precious word.

Give the increase; let me know
Thou hast chosen me to sow;
Bid me come with joy again,
Bringing sheaves of ripened grain.

For the earnest Thou hast given,
For souls garnered safe in heaven,
Lord, I praise Thee, and I pray
There to meet them in that day.

In some hearts if hid there lie
Good seed, slow to fructify,

This thy power can quicken still,
And the reaper's bosom fill.

Long millenniums wheat hath lain

Idle, then hath lived again;

Bread upon the waters cast

Shall it not be found at last ?

Cheer thy servant's heart, O Lord;
Give large blessing on thy word;
Multiply the scattered seed,
Then shall I rejoice indeed.

But, if this I may not see,
Lo! my work is yet with Thee;
And my day of joy shall come
In the final harvest-home!

CONFLICT.

'I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.'-JOHN xiv. 6.

O THOU, the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Saviour of all who come to Thee,

Have pity on my spirit's strife,

And succour me!

I know Thou art the only way

To pardon, holiness, and Heaven;
I am in sin's dark wilds astray,

With sorrow riven.

Thou art the Truth: sure is thy word,
Nor can thy plighted promise fail;
Yet in my heart distrust, O Lord,
And fear prevail.

Thou art the Life: ev'n as the wind,

Thy Holy Spirit's quickening breath
Blows where He lists; my earthly mind
Is bound in death.

O stay my wanderings; do not leave
My soul in hell; thy Spirit give ;
Thy truth O teach me to believe,
And let me live.

Jesus! the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Saviour of all that trust in Thee,
Have pity on my spirit's strife,

And succour me!

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