Page images
PDF
EPUB
[blocks in formation]

There hum-bly fall before His feet, For none can per - ish there.

A-MEN.

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]
[blocks in formation]

470 ST. CHRISTOPHER 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6.

Frederick C. Maker, 1881

4

1 Beneath the cross of Je sus I fain would take my stand,

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

From the burning of the noon-tide heat, And the bur-den of the day.

[ocr errors]

A-MEN.

2 Upon the cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me:

And from my stricken heart with tears
Two wonders I confess,-
The wonders of redeeming love
And any own worthlessness.

3 I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding-place:

I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss;
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all, the cross.

Elizabeth C. Clephane, publ. 1872

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

White in His blood most pre cious, Till not a spot

re-mains. A-MEN.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem:
I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,

This weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline.

I love the Name of Jesus,
Emmanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His Name abroad is poured.

4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy Child:
I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.

Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1843

« PreviousContinue »