3 When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee!"
"No condemnation."
AND can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died he for me, who caused his pain?
For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be,
That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?
2 He left his Father's throne above;
(So free, so infinite his grace!)
Emptied himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!
3 No condemnation now I dread,-
Jesus, with all in him, is mine;
Alive in him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, thro' Christ my own.
WHY is thy faith, O child of God, so small?
Why doth thy heart shrink back at duty's call?
Art thou obeying this-"Abide in me,'
And doth the Master's word abide in thee?
2 Oh, blest assurance from our risen Lord!
Oh, precious comfort breathing from the Word!
How great the promise! could there greater be?
"Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done for thee!"
3" Ask what thou wilt," but, oh, remember this,-
We ask and have not, for we ask amiss
When, weak in faith, we only half believe
That what we ask we really shall receive.
4 Increase our faith, and clear our vision, Lord;
Help us to take thee at thy simple word,
No more with cold distrust to bring thee grief;
Lord, we believe! help thou our unbelief.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,-
The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God! to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!
Christ for the World.
CHRIST for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With loving zeal :
The poor, and them that mourn,
The faint and overborne,
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn,
Whom Christ doth heal.
2 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With fervent prayer;
The wayward and the lost,
By restless passions tossed,
Redeemed, at countless cost,
From dark despair.
3 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With one accord;
With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear,
For Christ our Lord.
4 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With joyful song;
The new-born souls, whose days,
Reclaimed from error's ways,
Inspired with hope and praise,
To Christ belong.
TELL me, whom my soul doth love,
Where thy flock are feeding;
Where the pastures which they rove-
Thou their footsteps leading?
2 Tell me, sheltered from the heat,
Where at noon they rest them;
Where at night their safe retreat-
Fold, where none molest them?
3 Strong is thy protecting arm;
Richly thou providest;
Feeding, resting-kept from harm-
Blest the flock thou guidest.
4 Noon and night be my defence;
Let no foe ensnare me;
Bring me to the Shepherd's tents-
In thy bosom bear me.
INDEX OF SUBJECTS.
THE FIGURES REFER TO THE HYMNS.
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