LOST BUT FOUND.

"Arte mirâ, miro consilio,

Quærens ovem suam summus opilio,

Ut nos revocaret ab exilio."-OLD HYMN.

I was a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,

I would not be controlled.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my father's voice,

I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child,
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild.

They found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone;

LOST BUT FOUND.

They bound me with the bands of love;

They saved the wandering one!

They spoke in tender love,

They raised my drooping head:

They gently closed my bleeding wounds,

My fainting soul they fed. They washed my filth away,

They made me clean and fair;

They brought me to my home in peace,

The long-sought wanderer!

Jesus my Shepherd is,

'Twas He that loved my soul,

'Twas He that washed me in his blood,

'Twas He that made me whole.

'Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep,

'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled:

But now I love my Shepherd's voice,

I love, I love the fold!

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THE WORD MADE FLESH.

I was a wayward child;

I once preferred to roam,

But now I love my Father's voice,-
I love, I love his home!

THE WORD MADE FLESH.

"Ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich."-2 COR., viii. 9.

THE Son of God in mighty love,

Came down to Bethlehem for me;
Forsook his throne of light above,
An infant upon earth to be.

In love, the Father's sinless child
Sojourned at Nazareth for me;
With sinners dwelt the undefiled,
The Holy One in Galilee.

Jesus, whom angel-hosts adore,
Became a man of griefs for me;

In love, though rich, becoming poor,

That I through him enriched might be.

THE WORD MADE FLESH.

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Though Lord of all, above, below,

He went to Olivet for me;

There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleeding in Gethsemane.

The ever-blessed son of God

Went up to Calvary for me;

There paid my debt, there bore my load,
In his own body on the tree.

Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;

There overcame my enemies,

There won the glorious victory.

In love the whole dark path he trod,
To consecrate a way for me;

Each bitter footstep marked with blood,
From Bethlehem to Calvary.

"Tis finished all; the veil is rent,

The welcome sure, the access free ;— Now then we leave our banishment,

O Father, to return to thee!

THE DARKNESS AND THE LIGHT.

"Ye were sometime darkness, but now ye are light in the Lord."-EPH., v. 8.

"LET there be light,” Jehovah said,
The beam awoke, the light obeyed;
Bursting on chaos dark and wild,
Till the glad earth and ocean smiled.

Formless and void, and dark as night,
My heart remained, till heavenly light,
Obedient to the word divine,
On my dark soul began to shine.

Light broke upon my rayless tomb,
The day-star rose upon my gloom;
And with its gentle new-born ray
Brightened my darkness into day.

Glory to Thee by all be given;-
Of light the light, in earth and heaven;
Of joys the joy, of suns the sun,
Jesus, the Father's chosen One.