4 Oh, happy tongues that sing
With burning praise on fire,
Here faintly echoing
The bright celestial choir!
5 Oh, happy souls that rise
In childlike trust to Thee,
With hallowed sacrifice
Of prayer and litany!
6 Oh, happy eyes that light
With brave and holy pride
The one faith to recite,
For which the martyrs died.
7 Oh, happier still who low
At Thy blessed banquet kneel,
With trembling rapture glow,
And there Thy presence feel!
8 But happiest, happiest far
To Heav'n's fair courts to soar,
And, where all glories are,
To praise Thee evermore!
"He is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by Him."-Heb. vii. 25.
E come to Thee, dear Saviour,
Just because we need Thee 80;
None need Thee more than we do;
None are half so vile and low.
2 We come to Thee, dear Saviour,
With our broken faith again
We know Thou wilt forgive us,
Nor upbraid us, nor complain.
3 We come to Thee, dear Saviour!
It is love that makes us come;
We are certain of our welcome,
Of our Father's welcome home.
4 We come to Thee, dear Saviour!
Fear brings us in our need;
For Thy hand never breaketh
E'en the frailest bruisèd reed.
5 We come to Thee, dear Saviour!
For to whom, Lord, can we go?
The words of life eternal
From Thy lips for ever flow.
6 We come to Thee, dear Saviour!
And Thou wilt not ask us why:
We cannot live without Thee,
And still less without Thee die !
Amen. Frederick W. Faber.
The blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel."-Heb. xii. 24.
4 Abel's blood for
vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
5 Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion,
Terror-struck, departs.
6 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts, rejoicing,
Make their glad reply.
7 Lift ye then your voices ;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious Blood.
Edward Carwall (from the Italian).
"I am meek and lowly in heart."-St. Matt. xi. 29.
[ESU, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear Thy children's cry.
2 Pardon our offences,
Loose our captive chains,
Break down every idol
Which our soul detains.
3 Give us holy freedom,
Fill our hearts with love;
Draw us, holy Jesu,
To the realms above.
earth that I desire beside Thee."-Ps. lxxiii, 25.
1 I call;
ESU, my Lord, my God, my all,
Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place
Pour down the riches of Thy grace.
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore;
Oh! make me love Thee more and more.
2 Jesu, too late I Thee have sought,
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy Name?
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ;
Oh! make me love Thee more and more.
3 Jesu, what didst Thou find in me
That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?
How great the joy that Thou hast brought!
Oh, far exceeding hope or thought!
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore;
Oh! make me love Thee more and more.
4 Jesu, of Thee shall be my song,
To Thee my heart and soul belong;
All that I am or have is Thine;
And Thou, my Saviour, Thou art mine.
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ;
Oh! make me love Thee more and more.
"Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal Life."-St. John vi. 68.
LORD, to whom except to Thee
Shall our wandering spirits go
Thee whom it is light to see,
And eternal life to know?
2 Though Thy dread mysterious word
Hard to human sense may prove,
Where can deeper truth be heard,
Dropt from purer lips of love?
3 Awful is that life of Thine
Which the Spirit's breath inspires;
And the food must be divine
Which each new-born soul desires.
4 Israel on the heavenly bread
Fed, and died, in days of yore,
But the souls upon Thee fed
Never thirst nor hunger more.
5 Lord, to whom except to Thee
Shall we go when ills betide?
Who, except Thyself, can be
Hope, and help, and strength, and guide?
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