See, I ever cry to Thee,–

Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 6 Patiently I wait Thy day;

For this gift alone I pray,
That, when death shall visit me,
Thou my light and life wilt be.

J. Scheffier.
R. P. Dunn, Tr.

279

I COULD not do without Thee,
Whose precious blood redeemed me

At such tremendous cost:
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,

Thy precious blood, must be
My only hope and comfort,

My glory and my plea.
2 I could not do without Thee,

I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,

No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, belovéd Savior,

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;
E'en when my eyes are holden,

I know that Thou art near.
How dreary and how lonely

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;
But Thou wilt never leave me,

And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, “It is I.”

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 ?
My Christ is First, my Christ is Last,
My Christ is All in all!

J. Mason.

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FROM God shall naught divide me, ,

For He is true for aye,
And on my path shall guide me,

Who else should often stray;
His ever bounteous hand

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,
Let Him do as He will.
3 Whate'er shall be His pleasure

Is surely best for me;
He gave His dearest treasure,

That our weak hearts might see
How good His will toward us;

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;
O blest the hour whenever

To Him our thoughts can speed;
Yea, all the time we spend

Without Him is but wasted,
Till we His joy have tasted,
The joy that hath no end.
5 For when the world is passing

With all its pomp and pride,
All we were here amassing

No longer may abide;
But in our earthly bed,

Where softly we are sleeping,
God hath us in His keeping,
To wake us from the dead.
6 Then, though on earth I suffer

Much trial, well I know

I merit ways still rougher,
And 'tis to heaven I go;
For Christ I know and love,

To Him I now am hasting,

And gladness everlasting
With Him this heart shall prove.

7 For such His will who made us;

The Father seeks our good;
The Son hath grace to aid us,

And save us by His blood;
His Spirit rules our ways,

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?
None are like Thee, none above Thee,
Thou art altogether lovely;
None on earth have we,
None in heav'n like Thee.

2 Love that warmly glowed,

Blood that freely flowed;
Life that stooped to death to save me,
And a deathless being gave me,
Bore my guilty load,

Brought me back to God! 3 Plant Thyself in me,

I will learn of Thee,
To be holy, meek, and tender,
Wrath and pride and self surrender:
Nothing shouldst Thou see
But Thyself in me.

4 When on death's cold strand

I one day shall stand,
Let Thy presence go beside me,
Through the gloomy waters guide me:
Grant me then to stand,
Lord, at Thy right hand.

J. A. Freylinghausen.
J. S. Stallybrass, Tr.