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O give me a diviner name !

Call me Thy servant, Lord !
2 Sweet title that delighteth me-

Rank earnestly implored !
O what can reach my dignity ?--

I am Thy servant, Lord !
3 Yo longer would my soul be known

As self-sustained and free;
O not mine own! O not mine own!

Lord, I belong to Thee !
4 In each aspiring burst of prayer

Sweet leave my soul would ask
Thine every burden, Lord, to bear,

To do Thine easy task.
5 For ever, Lord, Thy servant choose,

Nought of Thy claim abate !
The glorious name I would not lose,

Nor change the sweet estate.
6 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,

No other name for me !
The same sweet style and title given

Through all eternity.. 254.

An Altar to God.

shall I build an altar
To the Author of my days ?
With lips so prone to falter,

How shall I sing His praise !



2 Thy temples were too lowly,

Oh, great Jerusalem !
The Lord of Hosts too holy,

Too pure to dwell in them.
3 Then, how shall I, the weakest,

His servant hope to be!-
I'll listen when Thou speakest,

Spirit of Love, to me.
4 I'll do Thy holy bidding,

With unrepining heart;
I'll bear Thy gentle chiding,

For merciful Thou art.
5 I'll bring each angry feeling

A sacrifice to Thee;
I'll ask Thy heavenly healing

E’en for mine enemy.
6 Thus shall I build an altar,

To the Author of my days ;
With lips though prone to falter

Thus shall I sing His praise. 255.

Is the Lord at Hand ?

(Mark xiii, 35 )
1 DAYLIGHT fades away.

Is the Lord at hand,
In the shadows grey

Stealing on the land?
2 Hark, the dead noon's height!

Is the Lord at hand,

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In the cloke of night

Stolen upon the land?
3 List, the cock's awake!

Is the Lord at hand ?
Cometh He to make

Light in all the land ?
4 Lo, the dawning hill!

Is the Lord at hand ?
Come to scatter ill,

Ruling in the land ?
5 We will watch all day,

Lest the Lord should come!
All night waking stay,

'Mid the darkness dumb;
6 For we know not when

Christ may be at hand;
But we know that then

Joy is in the land,



256. Invitation to Christ.

8.7.4. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor

and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power ;

He is able,
He is willing : doubt no more.

2 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him:

This He gives you;
'Tis the Spirits rising beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Bruis'd and mangled by the fall ;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all :

Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 4 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies ! On the bloody tree behold him ! Hear Him cry before He dies,

“It is finish'd!”
Finish’d, the great sacrifice !
5 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,

Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude :

None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 6 Saints and angels, joined in concert,

Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with His name:

Sinners here may sing the same.

The Kingdom of God.

S.M. 1 COME, kingdom of our God,

Sweet reign of light and love !
Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,

And wisdom from above. 2 Over our spirits first

Extend thy healing reign ;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst,

That never pains again.
3 Come, kingdom of our God!

And make the broad earth thine;
Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with


divine. 4 Soon may all tribes be blest

With fruit from life's glad tree;
And in its shade like brothers rest,

Sons of one family.
5 Come, kingdom of our God !

And raise thy glorious throne
In worlds by the undying trod,
Where God shall bless his own.

The Church in Heaven and on
Earth One.

C.M. 1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus joind,

And sav'd by grace alone :
Walking in all His ways they find

Their heaven on earth begun.

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