HYMN

369.

S. M.

W

HEN thou art kneeling down at night,
Beside thy mother's knee to pray,

And thinking over all thy sins,

Done through the busy day;

2 Then call to mind thy brother's wrong,
To strife by angry passions driven,
And in thy heart forgive him all,
As thou would'st be forgiven.

3 Thou hast sinned more against thy GOD,
Than ever brother sinned to thee;
If He should turn away His face,
How wretched wouldst thou be.

4 Dost thou remember when thy LORD Hung on His cruel Cross so long, How in His agony He pray'd

For those that did Him wrong?

5 They nailed His hands, they pierced His feet,
Their angry hearts no pity knew,
FATHER, forgive them," was His cry,
"They know not what they do."

6 Go, seek thy little brother's side,
And press to his thy rosy cheek,
And whisper the forgiveness free
He is too proud to seek.

7 Then as the brightest ray from heaven
Doth on the glittering dewdrop fall,
Thy penitence shall be received,
And God forgive thee all.

PRIVATE DEVOTION.

HYMN

370.

P. M.

1OME, my soul, thou must be waking!

COME

Now is breaking

O'er the earth another day:

Come, to Him who made this splendor,
See thou render

All thy feeble powers can pay.

2 Lo! how all of breath partaking, Gladly waking,

Hail the sun's enlivening light! Plants which dews of morning nourish, Rise and flourish,

When He breaks the shades of night.

3 Thou, too, hail the light returning;
Ready burning

Be the incense of thy powers,
For the night is safely ended;
God hath tended,

With His care, thy helpless hours.

4 Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavour,

When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,

When thou evil wouldst pursue.

5 Think that He thy ways beholdeth;

He unfoldeth

Every fault that lurks within;
Every stain of shame glossed over,
Can discover,

And discern each deed of sin.

6 Fettered to the fleeting hours,
All our powers,

Vain and brief, are borne away.
Time, my soul, thy ship is steering,
Onward veering,

To the gulf of death a prey.

7 Mayst thou, then, on life's last morrow, Free from sorrow,

Pass away in slumber sweet;

And, released from death's dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,

That far brighter Sun to greet.

HYMN

371.

P. M.

THE night is dark-behold the shade was

THE deeper

In the still garden of Gethsemane,

When that calm voice awoke the weary sleeper, "Couldst thou not watch one hour alone with me?"

20 thou, so weary of thy self-denials,

And so impatient of thy little cross, Is it so hard to bear thy daily trials,

To count all earthly things a gainful loss?

3 What if thou always suffer'st tribulation, What if thy Christian warfare never cease? The gaining of the quiet habitation

Shall gather thee to everlasting peace.

4 Here are we all to suffer, walking lonely

The path that Jesus once Himself hath gone; Watch thou this hour in trustful patience only,

This one dark hour before the eternal dawn.

5 And He will come in His own time from Heaven,

To set his earnest-hearted children free; Watch only through this dark and painful even, And the bright morning yet will break for

I

thee.

SOJOURN in a vale of tears,
Alas! how can I sing?

C. M.

My harp doth on the willows hang,
Untuned in every string.

My music is a captive's chain;
Harsh sounds my ears do fill;
How shall I sing sweet Sion's song
On this side Sion's hill?

2 Come, then, my ever dearest Lord,
My sweetest, surest friend;
Come, for I loathe these Kedar tents;
Thy fiery chariot send.

What have I here? My thoughts and joys,
Are all before me gone;

My eager soul would follow them

To Thine eternal throne.

3 What have I in this barren land?
My Jesus is not here;

Mine eyes will ne'er be blest until
My Jesus doth appear.

My Jesus is gone up to Heaven,
To gain a place for me;
For 'tis His will that where He is
There should His servant be.

4 Canaan I view from Pisgah's top,
Its grapes are my repast;
My Lord who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last.
I have a God that changeth not,
Why should I be perplex'd?
My God that owns me in this world
Will own me in the next.

5 Go fearless, then, my soul, with God
Into His banquet-room;

Thou who hast journey'd with Him here,
Go feast with Him at home.
View death with a believing eye,
It hath an angel's face;
And this kind angel will prefer
Thee to an angel's place.

6 My dearest friends they dwell above;
Them will I go and see;

And all my friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.

Fear not the trump's earth-rending sound,
Dread not the day of doom;

For He that is to be thy Judge,
Thy Saviour is become.