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. Scheffler. R. P. Dunn, Tr.
COULD not do without Thee,
O Savior of the lost,
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."
WE 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!
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.
WHO is there like Thee,
Jesus, unto me?
L. Helmbold.
C. Winkworth, Tr.
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.
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