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Y blessed Jesus, Thou hast taught
A grateful heart to sing,

While sheltering my weary soul
Beneath Thy loving wing.

2 I praise Thee for that look Divine
Which broke my stony heart,
And bade its sorrows and its fears
For ever to depart.


3 In adoration I would bow,

O Lord, before Thy throne;
And yield myself a sacrifice
To Thee, and Thee alone.

4 For Thou hast bought me with Thy blood,
And owned me as Thy child;

And still dost walk along with me,
Across the desert wild.

5 Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine;
Oh, help me by Thy grace
To glorify Thee day by day,
Until I see Thy face.



W. Pennefather.

TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 60.

EAD me to the Rock that's higher
Than the rock poor self can show !
Lead me to its perfect "shelter,"
The "Strong Tower" from every foe.


In the Higher Rock I'm trusting, Restful, peaceful, saved, and free: 'Tis the tested Rock of Ages,

Its dear shadow shelters me.

2 Yes, the Higher Rock so towering
Gives, amid life's rudest storms,
Perfect refuge, surest safety,
Sweetest rest amidst alarms.

3 Tis the Higher Rock that gives me
Faith's glad strength for every hour;
Oh to measure all its gladness,
All its preciousness of power!

4 'Tis the Higher Rock sustains me
Joyously from day to day;

Lifting heart, and soul, and spirit,
To the purer, holier way.

5 'Tis the Higher Rock that saves me,
'Tis the Higher Rock I've found,
Where abide the crowning graces-
Faith and Hope and Love abound.

6 So will I sing praises to Thee—
For Thy wondrous power to save;
Daily 'neath Thy shadow resting,
Till the victor's palm I wave.

L. Hartsough.



TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 314.


AKE my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

2 Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

3 Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
4 Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use

Every power as Thou shalt choose.

5 Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine:
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.

6 Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store:
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all, for Thee.

Miss F. R. Havergal.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 315.

ESUS saves me every day,


Jesus saves me every night;

Jesus saves me all the way,

Through the darkness, through the light.

Jesus saves-oh, bliss sublime!-
Jesus saves me all the time.

2 Jesus saves when I repine,
Jesus saves when I rejoice;
Jesus saves when hopes decline-
Faith can always hear His voice.

3 Jesus saves when sorrows come,
Jesus saves when death appears :
Jesus saves and leads me home,
Where shall end my doubts and fears.



4 Jesus saves me, He is mine;
Jesus saves me, I am His :
Jesus saves while I recline
On His precious promises.

5 Jesus saves, He saves from sin,
Jesus saves, I feel Him nigh;
Jesus saves, He dwells within,
Gladly do I testify.


TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 108.


ENEATH the cross of Jesus

The shadow of a mighty Rock,
Within a weary land.

A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

2 Oh, safe and happy shelter,
Oh, refuge tried and sweet,

Oh, trysting-place where heaven's love
And heaven's justice meet!

As to the holy Patriarch,

That wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Saviour's cross to me
A ladder up to heaven.

3 There lies beneath its shadow,
But, on the farther side,

The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide;
And there between us stands the cross,
Two arms outstretched to save,
Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

4 Upon that cross of Jesus,

Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me;

And from my smitten heart with tears,
Two wonders I confess-

The wonders of His glorious love,

And my own worthlessness.


5 I take, O Cross, thy shadow,
For my abiding place;

I ask no other sunshine

Than the sunshine of His face:
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss-
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the Cross.

Miss E. C. Clephane.

TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 122.

GAVE My life for thee;
My precious blood I shed,
That thou mightst ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead :
I gave My life for thee;
What hast thou given for Me?

2 I spent long years for thee
În weariness and woe,
That an eternity

Of joy thou mightest know :
I spent long years for thee;
Hast thou spent one for Me?
3 My Father's home of light,
My rainbow-circled throne,
I left for earthly night,

For wanderings sad and lone :
I left it all for thee;

Hast thou left aught for Me?

4 I suffered much for thee,

More than thy tongue can tell
Of bitter agony,-

To rescue thee from hell:
I suffered much for thee;
What canst thou bear for Me?

5 Lord, let my life be given,
And every moment spent,
For God, for souls, for heaven,
And all earth's ties be rent.
Thou gav'st Thyself for me,
Now I give all for Thee.

Miss F. R. Havergal.

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