Let me Thy power, Thy beauty see-
So shall my vain aspirings cease,
And my free heart shall follow Thee
Through paths of everlasting peace.
My strength Thy gift-my life Thy care,
I shall forget to seek elsewhere
The joy to which my soul is heir.
I was not called to walk alone,
To clothe myself with love and light;
And for Thy glory, not my own,
My soul is precious in Thy sight.
My evil heart can never be
A home, a heritage for me;
But Thou canst make it fit for Thee.
"I will fear no evil, for thou art with me."-PSALM Xxiii. 4.
IN Heavenly Love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.
Green pastures are before me
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o'er me
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
"There is a Friend that sticketh closer than a brother."-PROV. xviii. 24.
WOULD that I were more closely bound
To my Beloved, Who ever lives:
Would that my soul were always found
Abiding in the peace He gives:
Would that I might more clearly see
His love an heritage for me;
More surely know, more meekly own,
His bounteous grace my strength alone.
And much I wish-but I will pray
For wisdom that the lowly find;
And, O my Saviour, every day,
More of Thy meek and quiet mind;
The comfort of a mind at rest
From every care Thou hast not blest;
A heart from all the world set free,
To worship and to wait on Thee.
Ah! my Beloved, Who wilt not die,
Whose spirit does not change with mine,
Put doubts of my affection by,
And make me free to sing of Thine.
The more Thy goodness I confess,
I shall not surely love Thee less:
The more myself alone I see,
The farther off I feel from Thee.
Thou art my life's restoring rest,
In Thee for safety let me hide,
And win me for Thy grateful guest,
By love that will not be denied.
Try me with Thy refining fire,
Array me in Thy white attire,
Be Wisdom, Righteousness to me,
The River of my pleasures be,
And fill my life with love for Thee.
"I will bless the Lord at all times."-PSALM XXIV. 1.
TENDER mercies on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I will bless THE LORD for you.
Though I have not all I would,
Though to greater bliss I go,
Every present gift of good
To eternal love I owe.
Source of all that comforts me,
Well of joy for which I long,
Let the song I sing to Thee
Be an everlasting song.
"Thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon Thee."--PSALM lxxxvi. 5.
My Saviour, whose infinite grace
Most kindly encompasses me,
Whose goodness more brightly I trace,
The more of my life that I see,—
The sins that I mournfully own
Thy meekness and mercy exalt,
And sweet is the voice from Thy throne
That tenderly shows me a fault.
Even now, while my praises arise,
A sorrowful spirit is mine-
A spirit Thou wilt not despise,
For, oh! it is mourning with Thine.
My joy is in light from above,
The light which Thy kindness displays;
My grief is for lack of the love
That would tune my whole life to Thy praise.
My faithful Redeemer, forgive
The sin it has grieved Thee to see,
And let me remember to live
In the Spirit that glorifies Thee.
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