4 A heart in every thought renew'd,
And fill'd with love Divine ;
Perfect and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above;

Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new,

best Name of Love.

Wesley.

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GO, LABOUR ON.

'O, labour on, spend and be spent, Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went,

Should not the servant tread it still?

2 Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought;
Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not,
The Master praises,-what are men?

3 Go, labour on; thy hands are weak,

Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down ; Yet falter not, the Lord shall keep, And help when other help is gone.

4 Go, labour on while it is day,

The world's dark night is hastening on ;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away,
It is not thus that souls are won.

5 Men die in darkness at thy side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb :
Take up the torch, and wave it wide,
The torch that lights life's thickest gloom.

6 Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray
Be wise the erring soul to win ;
Go forth into the world's highway,
Compel the wanderer to come in.

7 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;

For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal,—“ Behold, I come." W. T. M.

COME TO JESUS.

I 'OME, poor sinner, come to Jesus,
Weary, heavy laden, weak;

None but Jesus Christ can heal us,
Come, His pardoning mercy seek.

2 Come," it is His invitation,

"Come to me," the Saviour says; Why, O why, such hesitation,

Gloomy doubts, and base delays?
3 Do we fear our own unfitness,
Burdened as we are with sin?
'Tis the Holy Spirit's witness ;
Christ invites us; enter in.

4 Do our sins, and our distresses,
Still against this record plead?
Know that Christ most kindly blesses
Those who feel the most their need.

5 Hear His words, so true and cheering,
Fitted just for the distrest;
Dwell upon the sound endearing;
"Mourner, I will give thee rest.”

6 He will give-we ne'er can merit,
Perfect peace and heavenly rest :
What a treasure we inherit !

How are contrite sinners blest!

7 Jesus, with Thy word complying,
Firm our faith and hope shall be ;
On Thy faithfulness relying,

We would cast our souls on Thee.

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"ALL ARE YOURS."

LL things are our's,-how abundant the treasure!

ALL

All riches which heaven or earth can afford; O may our love, like His grace, without measure, Abound to the glory and praise of our Lord!

2 All things are our's; be it sickness or sorrow, It is ordered in wisdom and infinite love; Grief may endure for a night, but the morrow, Of glory will see us rejoicing above.

3 All things are our's; though the body may perish,

We faint not to see it fast wasting away; The soul its bright visions of glory will cherish, And strengthen in holiness day after day.

4 All things are our's; yea, the present affliction, Though now through the gloom of mortality viewed ;

For soon shall we joy in the blissful conviction, That thus it was good to be tried and subdued.

5 All things are our's, through the Saviour's merit; The shame of His Cross, which must needs be

our own,

Will brighten the glory that circles the spirit, And sparkle like gems in our heavenly crown.

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JESUS, MY ALL.

Holme.

HY should I fear the darkest hour,

W or tremble at the tempter's power;

Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field,
Why must I either flee or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

3 When creature-comforts fade and die,
Worldlings may weep, but why should I?
Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.

5 I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants may be supplied,
But Jesus knows, and will provide.
6 Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I may address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.

7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my love,
My stedfast hope shall not remove,

While Jesus intercedes above.

8 Against me earth and hell combine, But on my side is power Divine ; Jesus is all, and He is mine.

Newton.

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FAINT, yet pursuing—thus we tread,

Our weary, weary way,

The shadows thickly overspread,
And darkness dims the day;
Oh, for one gleam from yonder mount,
To guide us safe and sure;
"Yet onward press-behold we count
Them happy who endure."

2 Faint, yet pursuing-must it be
For ever dim and drear?

When will the gloomy shadows flee?
When will the day appear?

Oh, we have waited—waited
The dawning of the light,

long

"Let Patience have her perfect work, By faith and not by sight."

3 Faint, yet pursuing--poor and weak, And impotent and blind

We "strive," and "knock," and "ask," and

66 seek,"

And yet we do not find.

We walk in solitary ways,

Afflicted and alone;

"Then courage! for He leadeth you,
In paths ye have not known."

4 Behold, ye faint, pursuing ones,
The Rock on which ye stand,
Your safe and sure abiding place,
The hollow of His hand.

He keeps your vessels empty,
That He Himself may fill;

He darkens earth to pour unmixed
The light of Zion's hill.

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