‘OME, Thou fount of every blessing,

Cine my heart to sing Thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount—I'm fixed upon it!
Mount of Thy redeeming love!
Here I'll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love ;
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

TUNE

"NORMANDY.

102 I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR.

THIS is a hymn by Mrs. A. S. Hawks which has been much used at missions, revival meetings, and the like.

NEED Thee every hour, most gracious Lord:
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, oh, I need Thee; every hour
I need Thee:

Oh, bless me now, my Saviour! I come to
Thee.

I need Thee every hour: stay Thou near by:
Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.

I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is vain.

I need Thee every hour: teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises in me fulfil.

I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
Oh, make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.
TUNE BY REV. R. LOWRY IN "SONGS AND SOLOS."

103-O SACRED HEAD ONCE WOUNDED. THIS is another of the "hymns that have helped" which we owe to St. Bernard of Clairvaux. Its genesis is direct. In Bernard's Rhythmica Oratio, Part vii. begins: "Salve caput cruentatum." Gerhardt published a German version in the seventeenth century, beginning: "O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden." Dr. Alexander, an American Presbyterian, translated it into English in 1830.

Dr. Philip Schaff says: "This classical hymn has shown in three tongues, Latin, German, and English, and in three Confessions, Roman, Lutheran, and Reformed, with equal effect, the dying love of our Saviour and our boundless indebtedness to Him."

With grief and pain weigh'd down,

How scornfully surrounded

With thorns- Thine only crown!
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!

O Lord of life and glory,

What bliss till now was Thine!

I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.

What language shall I borrow
To praise Thee, Heavenly Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end ?

Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
Oh, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love.

Be near me, Lord, when dying;
Oh, show Thy cross to me;
And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,

Dies safely through Thy love.

TUNE" PASSION CHORALE."

104-JESUS, AND SHALL IT EVER BE.

THIS hymn dates from the middle of last century. There are several hymns like it intended to encourage the diffident believer to profess his faith. "Ashamed to be a Christian" is another of the same kind. They are more practical than many much more admired hymns. Its author was one Joseph Gregg; the original poem, entitled "Glorying in Jesus," contained seven

stanzas.

J1

ESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor:
My soul shall scorn it more and more.

Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner far
May evening blush to own a star.
Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soon
May midnight blush to think of noon.
Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Till then nor is the boasting vain -
Till then I boast a Saviour slain :
And Oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

TUNE-"BROOKFIELD."

105-MUST JESUS BEAR THE CROSS

ALONE.

A STIRRING hymn with a spirited tune, it is associated, in the minds of many, with the turning-point of their life. It is a great favourite with the Salvation Army, which has gathered in many of its converts to its strains.

Mand all the world go free?
MUST

UST Jesus bear the Cross alone,

No, there's a Cross for everyone,
And there's a Cross for me.

If the Cross we boldly bear
Then the crown we shall wear,
When we dwell with Jesus there
In the bright forevermore.

The consecrated Cross I'll bear
Till death shall set me free,
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.

Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' pierced feet,

Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.

TUNE FROM SALVATION ARMY BOOK.

106-IN THE CROSS OF CHRIST I GLORY. SIR JOHN BOWRING, LL.D., F.R.S., was a Unitarian who, in his day, played a rather important part in our Chinese wars. He was a polyglot scholar, a Radical M.P., Consul at Hong Kong when the Opium War broke out, and afterwards Governor of that Colony. He was the author of several hymns, of which this is the best known and most used. Its first line is inscribed on his tombstone.

N the Cross of Christ I glory;

All the light of sacred story

time,

Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me:
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way: