2 I will resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from His precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

3 O, be His service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.

4 O, may I never faint nor tire,

Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways;
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live Thy praise.

242.

L. M.

OBERLIN.

SELF-DEDICATION.

1 O LORD, Thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to Thee.

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in Thee.

243.

C. P. M.

JANE ROSCOE.

SELF-CONSECRATION.

1 O GOD, to Thee, who first hast given
To mortal frame the spark of heaven,
I consecrate my powers;
Thine is its hoped eternity,

And Thine its earthly life shall be,

Through years, and days, and hours.

2 Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned
Each struggling passion of my mind,
With all its hopes and fears;
To bend each thought to Thy control
Is the one wish that fills my soul,
Through all my future years.

244.

12s. M.

* GASKELL

THE NEW BIRTH.

1 I AM free! I am free! I have broken away, From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day;

All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone,

And a spirit of light is now leading me on.

2 Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new

drest;

Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast;

Happy voices are floating in music above; All creation is full of the glory of love.

3 God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down

each ray

Of the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my

way;

From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I give

Ever-thankful affection, as long as I live.

245.

8 & 7s. M. EPISCOPAL COLL.

SONG OF THE REDEEMED.

1 FATHER, Source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays!
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold above;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with Thy love.

4 By Thy hand restored, defended,
Safe through life thus far I've come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

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246.

S. M.

BORN AGAIN.

BULFINCH.

1 O LORD! through Thee we own
A new and heavenly birth,
Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,
Though sojourners of earth.

2 How glorious is the hour,
When first our souls awake,
Through Thy mysterious spirit's power,
And of new life partake.

3 With richer beauty glows
The world, before so fair;
Her holy light religion throws,
Reflected everywhere.

4 The life which Thou hast given,
O Lord! shall never end;

The grave is but the path to heaven,
And death is now our friend.

247.

11s. M.

GOD OUR SHEPHERD.

MONTGOMERY.

1 THE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I

know;

I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,

Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;

No harm can befall with my Comforter near.

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth

o'er;

With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;

O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers

trod

Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.

248.

7s. M.

SP. OF THE PSALMS.

HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE.

1 THEY, who on the Lord rely,
Safely dwell, though danger's nigh;
Lo, His sheltering wings are spread
O'er each faithful servant's head.

2 Vain temptation's wily snare;
They shall be the Father's care;
Harmless flies the shaft by day,
Or in darkness wings its way.