THATCHER. S.M.

Arranged from HÄNDEL.

MEN.

A VOICE by Jordan's shore !
A summons stern and clear:
Reform! be just! and sin no more!
God's judgment draweth near!

A voice by Galilee,

A holier voice I hear:

Love God! thy neighbor love! for see,
God's mercy draweth near !

O voice of Duty, still
Speak forth: I hear with awe ;
In thee I own the sovereign will,
Obey the sovereign law.

Thou higher voice of Love!
Yet speak thy word in me;

Through Duty let me upward move
To thy pure liberty! AMEN.

205.

Comes faint and far thy voice
From vales of Galilee;

Thy vision fades in ancient shades;
How should we follow thee?

Ah, sense-bound heart and blind!
Is nought but what we see?
Can time undo what once was true?
Can we not follow thee?

O heavy cross of faith
In what we cannot see!
As once of yore thyself restore,
And help to follow thee!

If not as once thou cam'st

In true humanity,

Come yet as guest within the breast

That burns to follow thee.

THOU Say'st, "Take up thy cross,

O man, and follow me."

The night is black, the feet are slack,

Yet we would follow thee.

Dim tracts of time divide

Those golden days from me;

Thy voice comes strange o'er years of change; How can we follow thee?

AMEN.

F. T. Palgrave.

"He that saith he abideth in him, ought himself

also so to walk, even as he walked."

JESUS, I fain would find

Thy zeal for God in me,

Thy yearning pity for mankind,
Thy burning charity.

In me thy spirit dwell!

In me thy mercy move!
So shall the fervor of my zeal
Be the pure flame of love!

AMEN.

Charles Weslev.

BRISTOL. C.M.

EDWARD HODGES.

A MEN

211. "I will arise, and go to my Father."

Richly, oh, richly, have I been

Blest, gracious Lord, by thee; And morning, noon, and night thou hast Preserved me tenderly.

And yet the love which thou canst claim To idols I have given;

And I have bound to earth the hopes

That know no home but heaven.

Unworthy to be called thy son,

I come with shame to thee; Father! oh, more than Father thou Hast ever been to me.

Help me to break the heavy chains The world has round me thrown, And know the glorious liberty

Of an obedient son.

That I henceforth may heed whate'er
Thy voice within me saith,
Fix deeply in my heart of hearts
A principle of faith.

Он, help us, Lord! each hour of need

Thy heavenly succor give:

Help us in thought and word and deed, Each hour on earth we live.

Oh, help us when our spirits bleed

With contrite anguish sore ! And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh, help us, Lord, the more!

Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe!

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

Oh, help us, Father, from on high!
We know no help but thee:
Oh, help us so to live and die,

As thine in heaven to be! AMEN.

Henry H. Milman.