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See, I ever cry to Thee,–
Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 6 Patiently I wait Thy day;
For this gift alone I pray,
I COULD not do without Thee,
At such tremendous cost:
Thy precious blood, must be
My glory and my plea.
I cannot stand alone,
No wisdom of my own;
Art all in all to me, And weakness will be
power If leaning hard on Thee. 3 I could not do without Thee, For, oh, the way is long,
, And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song: How could I do without Thee ?
I do not know the way;
Thou knowest, and Thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray. 4 I could not do without Thee,
O Jesus, Savior dear;
I know that Thou art near.
This changeful life would be, Without the sweet communion,
The secret rest with Thee! 5 I could not do without Thee,
For years are fleeting fast, And soon in solemn stillness
The river must be passed;
And though the waves roll high,
F. R. Havergal.
280 I'VE VE found the Pearl of greatest price,
My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, a Christ I love,
O what a Christ have I! 2 Christ is a Prophet, Priest and King,
A Prophet full of light, A Priest that stands 'twixt God and man,
A King that rules with might. 3 My Christ, He is the Lord of lords,
He is the King of kings;
He is the Son of Righteousness,
With healing in His wings.
4 My Christ, He is the Heaven of heavens,
My Christ, what shall. I call ?
For He is true for aye,
Who else should often stray;
By night and day is heedful,
And gives me what is needful, Where'er I go or stand. 2 If sorrow comes, He sent it;
In Him I put my trust; I never shall repent it,
For He is true and just, And loves to bless us still;
My life and soul, I owe them
To Him who doth bestow them,
Is surely best for me;
That our weak hearts might see
And in His Son He gave us
Whate'er could bless and save us : Praise Him who loveth thus ! 4 O praise Him, for He never
Forgets our daily need;
To Him our thoughts can speed;
Without Him is but wasted,
With all its pomp and pride,
No longer may abide;
Where softly we are sleeping,
Much trial, well I know
I merit ways still rougher,
To Him I now am hasting,
And gladness everlasting
7 For such His will who made us;
The Father seeks our good;
And save us by His blood;
By faith in us abiding,
To heaven our footsteps guiding ; To Him be thanks and praise.
L. Helmbold. C. Winkworth, Tr.
282 WHO is there like Thee,
Jesus, unto me?
2 Love that warmly glowed,
Blood that freely flowed;
Brought me back to God! 3 Plant Thyself in me,
I will learn of Thee,
4 When on death's cold strand
I one day shall stand,
J. A. Freylinghausen.