189 Evan. C. M. £3 b-b 2 WILLIAM H. HAVERGAL 1. I heard the voice of Jesus say,-"Come un - to me and rest; Lay down, thou wear-y one, lay down Thy head up on my breast!" AMEN. 2 I came to Jesus as I was, 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,- 4 I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's light; 6 I looked to Jesus, and I found 190 Horatius Bonar. 1 We may not climb the heavenly steeps 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet And faith has yet its Olivet, 1 A pilgrim through this lonely world, A mourner all His life was He, 2 That tender heart that felt for all, It found on earth a resting-place, 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross, with all its scorn? Or love a faithless evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn? 4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient still, We homeward press thro' storm or calm, To Zion's blessed hill. Horatius Bonar. rest A home with in the wil - der - ness, A be From the burn-ing of the noon-tide heat, And the bur-den of the day. b my own worthlessness. 195 Psalm 22. Tune:-AVON. C. M. No. 197. 1 My God, my God, why hast Thou me Art Thou from helping me and from 2 All day, my God, to Thee I cry, 3 But Thou art holy, Thou that dost In Thee our fathers hoped, they hoped, 4 And when to Thee they sent their cry, 198 Aurelia. 7s, 6s. D. S. S. WESLEY. 1. O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weigh'd down,Now scornfully sur round-ed With thorns,Thine on-ly crown; 0 sa-cred Head, what glory, What bliss,till now was Thine! Yet, tho' despised and go - ry, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 'Tis I deserved Thy place; Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 4 Be near when I am dying, O show Thy cross to me! James W. Alexander, tr. 199 1 I need Thee, precious Jesus! 2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus! To cheer me on my way, 3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus! To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus, Frederick Whitfield. |