3. Master, where abidest Thou? 141. And we wait Thy call to go. Where the just abide with Thee, I. Elizabeth Charles. The Lilies of the Field. ONG ago the lilies faded Lo Which to Jesus seemed so fair, But the love that bade them blossom 2. On the moors, and in the valleys, 3. Long ago in sacred silence Died the accents of His prayer; 4. In the multitude adoring, In the chamber sad and lone, 5. Let us seek Him, still believing 8.7. W. G. Tarrant. 142. I. The Divine Healer. 1. THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old, It triumphed o'er disease and death, To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, The leper with his tainted life, The sick with fevered frame. C.M. D. 2. And lo! Thy touch brought life and health, In crowded street, by restless couch, 3. Be Thou our great Deliverer still, 143. To hands that work, and eyes that see, Give wisdom's heavenly lore, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, May praise Thee evermore. Hosanna. E. H. Plumptre. I. HOSANNA unto David's Son! The Hebrew children cry; Hosanna to the lowly One! The Gentile youth reply. C.M. 144. 2. Hosanna for His blessings given ! 3. From East to West in shrines of praise, The children their hosannas raise, He breathed for them such love. 4. Kingdom, of which He said they are, Come, shine in glory from afar, Upon our spirits rise! Thy Way is in the Deep. Cyrus A. Bartol. I. THY way is in the deep, O Lord! E'en there we'll go with Thee: 2. Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, Who gives the storm a path, will find 3. A moment may His hand be lost, We cry, "Lord, keep the tempest-tost," 4. The Lord yields nothing to our fears, But comes Himself, where'er He hears C.M. 5. O happy soul of faith divine! Thy victory how sure! The love that kindles joy is thine, The patience to endure. 6. Come, Lord of peace! our griefs dispel, And wipe our tears away: 'Tis Thine, to order all things well, And ours to bless Thy sway. 145. James Martineau. Peace be Still. 1. LORD, in whose might the Saviour trod And trusted in His Father's arm, 2. When darkly round our footsteps rise Send Thou Thy Spirit down to still 3. Strong in our trust, on Thee reposed, Though waves around us rage and foam, 146. I. C.M. ART thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? "Come to Me," saith One, "and coming Be at rest!" 147. 2. Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide? "In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side.". 3. Hath He diadem as monarch That His brow adorns? "Yea, a crown in very surety,— But of thorns." 4. If I find Him, if I follow, “ Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear." 5. If I still hold closely to Him, "Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past." 6. If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? "Not till earth and not till heaven Pass away!" 7. Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 66 Is He sure to bless? Saints, Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs, I. Answer, Yes!" Stephen the Sabaite. She Loved Much. AS Mary knelt and dropped her tears, So, gracious Lord, would we; And pour the ointment of our hearts, H C.M. |