Take thy refuge in His arms, Fly for safety, peace, and rest: Meekly learn thy cross to bear, Never murmur or complain; Gentlest lamb of Jesu's fold, Called to suffer from thy birth, Take of heaven a firmer hold, Since thou art not made for earth; Only lie at Jesu's feet, Then affliction will be sweet. FOR SATURDAY NIGHT. CHAFED and worn with worldly care, Sever, Lord, these earthly ties, Lift me to a purer clime. Let me cast away my load, Let me now draw nigh to God. Gently, loving Jesus, speak, Draw the curtain of repose, Give me dreamings pure and blest. Then the Sabbath-day will be Heaven brought down to earth and me. FOR THE CONVERSION OF THE WORLD. UPLIFT the blood-red banner, Put on the Christian's armour- And faith's victorious shield; Go forth with acclamation, Every battle of the warrior, Who fights by land or flood, And garments rolled in blood; The fire of love Divine. Uplift the blood-red banner, And shout with trumpet's sound Deliverance to the captive, And freedom to the bound; Earth's jubilee of glory, The year of full release : Go forth, confessors, martyrs, For Christ claim every nation, JAMES GRANT. JAMES GRANT is understood to have been a native of Edinburgh. He became an ironmonger in that city. Though of most unobtrusive disposition, he was frequently elected a member of the Town Council. In 1746-47, he held the municipal office of City Treasurer; he was afterwards elected one of the magistrates, and Dean of Guild. Of the religious and benevolent institutions in the city he was a zealous promoter. In the prosperity of the Orphan Hospital he was especially concerned. For the benefit of this institution he was led to overcome his natural diffidence by publishing a small volume of hymns, which he had composed for his private use. The little volume appeared in 1784; it was reprinted in 1820. It has been included by Mr. Sedgwick in his "Library of Spiritual Songs." Mr. Grant died on the 1st January, 1785 GOD'S UNCHANGEABLE LOVE. O ZION, afflicted with wave upon wave,— Thy en'mies are many, thy fears overwhelm, "O fearful! O faithless," in mercy He cries, Forget thee I will not, I cannot; thy name I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans, For thou art most near me, my flesh and my bones; In all thy distresses, thy Head knows the pain; Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain. Then trust me, and fear not; thy life is secure; The foolish, the fearful, the weak are my care! SUFFICIENCY IN CHRIST. INFINITE wisdom, power, and grace O let me, by a lively faith, In this dark world of sin and grief, By force, or fraud, they enter here, This poor diseasèd, treacherous heart, But since in Thine eternal word, In wondrous love are there bestowed Since wretched, sinful men as I I, too, will on Thy record rest, On faithfulness divine; For wisdom, power, and grace I'll trust: The promise makes them mine. SIR ROBERT GRANT. SIR ROBERT GRANT, second son of Charles Grant, an eminent philanthropist and statesman, was born in 1785. He entered Magdalen College, Cambridge, where he graduated in 1806, Selecting the legal profession, he was called to the bar, at Lincoln's Inn, in January, 1807. In 1826, he became representative in Parliament of the Inverness burghs; he subsequently sat for other places. He was sworn a Privy Councillor in 1931, and was appointed Governor of Bombay in 1834. While in the discharge of his high duties, he died at Dapoorie, on the oth July, 1838, in his fifty-third year. He published two works on the government of India. Several hymns from his pen, mutilated by the editors, were in circulation during his lifetime. In 1839, his elder brother, Lord Glenelg, published the whole of his sacred lyrics, twelve in number, from the original MSS. From the second edition of this publication the following hymns have been transcribed, WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE? LORD of earth! Thy forming hand Well this beauteous frame hath plann'd Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power; All that strikes the gaze unsought, Lord of heaven! beyond our sight |