Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1830-69.
ENEATH the Cross of Jesus
BT fain would take my stand
The shadow of a mighty Rock Within a weary land;
A home within a wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat And the burden of the day.
2 O safe and happy shelter! O refuge tried and sweet!
O trysting-place where heaven's love And heaven's justice meet! As to the exiled patriarch
That wondrous dream was given, So seems my Saviour's Cross to me A ladder up to heaven.
3 There lies beneath its shadow, But on the further side,
The darkness of an open grave That gapes both deep and wide; And there between us stands the Cross, Two arms outstretched to save, Like a watchman set to guard the way From that eternal grave.
4 Upon that Cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see The very dying form of One, Who suffered there for me.
And from my stricken heart, with tears, Two wonders I confess,- The wonders of redeeming love, And my own worthlessness.
5. I take, O Cross, thy shadow, For my abiding-place;
I ask no other sunshine than The sunshine of his face : Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss, — My sinful self my only shame, My glory all-the Cross.
AILY, daily sing the praises the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden Its foundation-stones are laid : O, that I had wings of Angels Here to spread and heavenward fly; I would seek the gates of Sion, Far beyond the starry sky!
2 All the walls of that dear City Are of bright and burnished gold; It is matchless in its beauty,
And its treasures are untold:
3 In the midst of that dear City Christ is reigning on his seat, And the Angels swing their censers In a ring about his feet:
4 From the throne a river issues, Clear as crystal, passing bright, And it traverses the City
Like a beam of living light:
5 There the meadows green and dewy Shine with lilies wondrous fair; Thousand, thousand are the colours Of the waving flowers there :
6 There the forests ever blossom, Like our orchards here in May; There the gardens never wither, But eternally are gay:
7 There the wind is sweetly fragrant, And is laden with the song Of the Seraphs, and the Elders, And the great redeemèd throng :
8. O I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain! OI would my eyes some vision Of that Eden could attain !
VENSONG is hushed in silence, And the hour of rest is nigh; Strengthen us for work to-morrow, Son of Mary-God most high! Thou who in the village workshop, Fashioning the yoke and plough, Didst eat bread by daily labour, Succour them that labour now. We are weary of life-long toil,
Of sorrow, and pain, and sin; But there is a City with streets of gold, And all is peace within.
2 How are we to reach that City, Whose delights no tongue may tell? By the faith that looks to Jesus, By a life of doing well.
Sinful men and sinful women, He will wash our sins away; He will take us to the sheepfold Whence no sheep can ever stray.
3. There the dear ones who have left us We shall some day meet again; There will be no bitter partings, No more sorrow, death, or pain. Evensong has closed in silence, And the hour of rest is nigh; Lighten thou our darkness, Jesu, Son of Mary-God most high !
H Waving in the sky!
O! my comrades, see the signal
Reinforcements now appearing, Victory is nigh!
'Hold the fort, for I am coming,' Jesus signals still;
Wave the answer back to heaven, 'By thy grace we will.'
2 See the mighty host advancing, Satan leading on; Mighty men around us falling, Courage almost gone!
3 See the glorious banner waving! Hear the trumpet blow!
In our Leader's name we'll triumph Over every foe.
4. Fierce and long the battle rages, But our help is near;
Onward comes our great Commander, Cheer, my comrades, cheer!
OLY Ghost, come down upon thy children,
Thy tender fires within us kindle, Blessed Spirit, Dove divine.
2 For all within us good and holy Is from thee, thy precious gift ; In all our joys, in all our sorrows, Wistful hearts to thee we lift.
Holy Ghost, come down, dc.
3 For thou to us art more than father, More than sister, in thy love; So gentle, patient, and forbearing, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove.
Holy Ghost, come down, &c.
4 O we have grieved thee, gracious Spirit! Wayward, wanton, cold are we ; And still our sins, new every morning, Never yet have wearied thee.
Holy Ghost, come down, &c.
5 Ah! sweet Consoler, though we cannot Love thee as thou lovest us,
Yet if thou deign'st our hearts to kindle They will not be always thus.
Holy Ghost, come down, &c.
6. With hearts so vile how dare we venture, King of kings, to love thee so?
And how canst thou, with such compassion, Bear so long with things so low? Holy Ghost, come down, &c.
Frances R. Havergal, 1836–79.
I COULD not do without thee,
Whose precious Blood redeemed me At such tremendous cost;
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