Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

In my hand nothing I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Black I to the fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, shelter me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.

T

Faith in Christ.

Y faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour Divine.

Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,

Oh let me from this day,

Be wholly Thine.

Toplady.

While life's dark maze I tread,

And griefs around me spread,

Be Thou my guide,

Bid darkness turn to day,

Wipe sorrow's tears away,

Nor let me ever stray,

From Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll;

Dear Saviour, then in love

Fear and distrust remove,

And bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul.

Looking unto Jesus.

ESUS in thy memory keep,

Wouldst thou be God's child and friend;

Jesus in thy heart shrined deep,

Still thy gaze on Jesus bend, In thy toiling, in thy resting, Look to Him with every breath, Look to Jesus' life and death.

Look to Jesus, till, reviving,

Faith and love thy life-springs swell,
Strength for all things good deriving
From Him who did all things well;
Work, as He did, in thy season,
Works which shall not fade away,
Work while it is called to-day.

Look to Jesus, prayerful, waking,
When thy feet on roses tread;
Follow, worldly pomp forsaking,
With thy cross, where He hath led.
Look to Jesus in temptation;
Baffled shall the tempter flee,

And God's angels come to thee.

Look to Jesus, when dark lowering
Perils thy horizon dim,

By that band in terror cowering,
Calm midst tempests, look to Him.

Trust in Him who still rebuketh
Wind and billow, fire and flood;
Forward! brave by trusting God.
Look to Jesus, when distressèd

See what He, the Holy, bore;
Is thy heart with conflict pressèd ?
Is thy soul still harass'd sore?
See His sweat of blood, His conflict,
Watch His agony increase,

Hear His prayer, and feel His peace!

Franzén.

Jesus.

HERE is a name I love to hear,
I love to speak its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

It tells me of a Saviour's love,
Who died to set me free;

It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.

It tells me of a Father's smile
Beaming upon His child,

It cheers me through this "little while,"
Through, desert, waste, and wild.

It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,

And though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.

It tells of One whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in my sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.

It bids my trembling soul rejoice,
It dries each rising tear;

It tells me in a "still small voice,"
To trust and not to fear.

Jesus! the name I love so well,
The name I love to hear!

No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

This name shall shed its fragrance still

Along this thorny road;

Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill

That leads me up to God.

And there, with all the blood-bought throng

From sin and sorrow free,

I'll sing the new eternal song

Of Jesus' love for me.

F. W.