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3 Come unto me, ye fainting,
And I will give you life.'
O cheering voice of Jesus,
Which comes to aid our strife;
The foe is stern and eager,

The fight is fierce and long;
But he has made us mighty,
And stronger than the strong.

4 And whosoever cometh,
I will not cast him out.'
O welcome voice of Jesus,
Which drives away our doubt;
Which calls us very sinners,
Unworthy though we be,
Of love so free and boundless,
To come to God with thee.

Wm. Chatterton Dix.

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10 M.

THOU great Friend to all the sons of men,
Who once didst come in humblest guise
below,

Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain,
And call thy brethren forth from want and

woe:

2 We look to thee; thy truth is still the light Which guides the nations, groping on their

way,

Stumbling and falling in disastrous night,
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.

3 Yes! thou art still the Life; thou art the Wa The holiest know; Light, Life, and Way of heaven!

And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray,
Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast

given.

Theodore Parker.

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7 M.

1 REEBLE, helpless, how shall I

Learn to live, and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to thee?
2 Blessed Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent thy holy son:
He will give the light I need;
He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever lean on him;
From his precepts wisdom draw,
Make his life my solemn law.

4 Thus in deed and thought and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live, and learn to die ;-
5 Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above;
Learn to die without a fear,

Feeling thee, my Father, near.

Wm. Henry Furness.

1 THE day was done! beside the sultry shore The cooling shadows kissed the restless sea, The words of wondrous wisdom now were o'er That make thy waves so sacred, Galilee !

2 The thronging multitudes from far and nigh,

In eager haste around his bark had pressed, And as he spake, the hours passed fleetly by, And heavy laden, weary hearts found rest.

3 And then, as gently fell the evening dew,

And the long day, with all its toil, was o'er, The Master saith unto his chosen few,

Let us pass over to the further shore.

4 So, when our day is ended, and we stand
At even by the marge of Jordan's tide,
O, may we firmly grasp the Master's hand,
And pass triumphant to the other side.

Robert Hall Baynes.

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L.M.

1 LORD, it is good for us to be

High on the mountain here with thee;

Where stand revealed to mortal gaze
Those glorious saints of other days,
Who once received on Horeb's height
The eternal laws of truth and right;
Or caught the still small whisper, higher
Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.

2 Lord, it is good for us to be

With thee and with thy faithful three,—
Here, where the apostle's heart of rock
Is nerved against temptation's shock;
Here, where the son of thunder learns

The thought that breathes, the word that burns;
Here, where on eagle's wings we move
With him whose last best creed is love.

3 Lord, it is good for us to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with thee;
And watch thy glistering raiment glow,
Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow,
The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light divine:

Till we, too, change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured face.

4 Lord, it is good for us to be

Here on the holy mount with thee;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice,

Though love wax cold, and faith be dim-
This is my son-O hear ye him!'

Dean Stanley.

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L.M.

OT always on the mount may we
Rapt in the heavenly vision be;
The shores of thought and feeling know
The Spirit's tidal ebb and flow.

2 "Lord, it is good abiding here "
We cry, the heavenly presence near;
The vision vanishes, our eyes

Are lifted into vacant skies!

3 Yet hath one such exalted hour
Upon the soul redeeming power,
And in its strength through after days
We travel our appointed ways.

4 Till all the lowly vale grows bright
Transfigured in remembered light,
And in untiring souls we bear
The freshness of the upper air.

5 The mount for vision-but below
The paths of daily duty go,

And nobler life therein shall own
The pattern on the mountain shewn.

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10 M.

Fredk. L. Hosmer.

STAY, Master, stay upon this heavenly hill: A little longer, let us linger still;

With all the mighty ones of old beside,

Near to the Awful Presence still abide;

Before the throne of light we trembling stand, And catch a glimpse into the spirit-land.