"What have I done for Thee?"
ACTS ix: 6.

464.
1. O THOU best gift of heaven,
Thou who thyself hast given,-

For thou hast died!
This thou hast done for me;
What have I done for thee,
What have I done for thee,

Thou crucified?

2. I long to serve thee more;
Reveal an open door,
Saviour, to me:
Then, counting all but loss,
I'll glory in the cross,
I'll glory in the cross,
And follow thee.

8. Do thou but point the way,
And give me strength t' obey;
Thy will be mine:
Then can I think it joy
To suffer or to die,

To suffer or to die,

Since I am thine.

465.

.Prayer for Divine efficiency and grace.] 1. Be with me through life's day; Be my resource and stay;

My shield and ward:
To wisdom's searching sight,
To duty's leading light,
To constant course of right,
Hold me, O Lord.

2. The want which craves relief,
The woe of friendless grief,
Bid me assuage.

The fight with passions strong,
The war with tumult's throng,
The battle with the wrong,

Help me to wage.

3. With awe of God the Just,
With faith's inspiring trust,
To thee I pray:
Let gracious gentleness,
Let sainted loveliness,
Let heavenly holiness,
My soul array!

467.

"Nearer, my God to Thee."
1. NEARER, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee:
Ev'n though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.

2. Though like a wanderer,
Daylight all gone,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams, I'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.

3. There let the way appear Steps up to heaven;

All that thou sendest me
In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee.

4 Then with my waking thoughts,

Bright with thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs,
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.

5. Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.

468.

"Strangers and pilgrims on the earth."

1. I'm but a stranger here,

Heaven is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is my home;
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand
Heaven is my fatherland-
Heaven is my home.

2. What though the tempest rage,
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home:
Time's cold and wint'ry blast
Soon will be overpast;

I shall reach home at last-
Heaven is my home.

3. There, at my Saviour's side,
Heaven is my home;
I shall be glorified-

Heaven is my home:
There are the good and blest,
Those I loved most and best,
And there, I, too, shall rest;-
Heaven is my home!

1. SAVIOUR! I follow on,
Guided by thee,

Seeing not yet the hand
That leadeth me;
Hushed be my heart and still,
Fear I no further ill,
Only to meet thy will
My will shall be.

2 Riven the rock for me

Thirst to relieve,

Manna from heaven falls

Fresh every eve;
Never a want severe
Causeth my eye a tear,

But thou art whispering near,
"Only believe!"

3. Often to Marah's brink

Have I been brought;
Shrinking the cup to drink,
Help I have sought;

And with the prayer's ascent,
Jesus the branch has rent;-
Quickly relief he sent,

Sweetening the draught.

4. Saviour! I long to walk

Closer with thee;
Led by thy guiding hand,
Ever to be;

Constantly near thy side,
Quickened and purified.
Living for him who died
Freely for me!

470.

1. FADE, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine!

Break, every tender tie;
Jesus is mine.

Dark is the wilderness;
Earth has no resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless;
Jesus is mine.

2. Tempt not my soul away;
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay
Born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away;
Jesus is mine.

3. Farewell, ye dreams of night, Jesus is mine:

Lost in this dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:

All that my soul has tried
Left but a dismal void :
Jesus has satisfied:
Jesus is mine.

4. Farewell, mortality;
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity;
Jesus is mine:

Welcome, O loved and blest!
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest;
Welcome, my Saviour's breast;
Jesus is mine!

sense;

471.

Longing to see Christ.
2. O'erpowering is the splendor

Of thy pure unveiled throne,
Where bright archangels render
A service all their own;
That glory, sight-confounding,

Those wonders rich and rare,
The anthems high-resounding,

This mortal could not bear.

3. Yet, Lord, to see thee, pining,
In thought I oft ascend,
And where thy hosts are shining,
I, too, before thee bend.
As one all sweetly dreaming,
Celestial bliss I feel;
And in that moment's seeming,
Glow with a seraph's zeal.

4. When from this dream awaking,
A weary pilgrim still,
Sloth from my spirit shaking,
With fixed, unfaltering will,
My soul, in courage stronger,

Holds on her toilsome way,
Content to watch yet longer,

Till dawns the wished-for day.

1. REJOICE, rejoice, believers!
And let your lights appear;
The shades of eve are thickening,
And darker night is near;
The watchers on the mountains
Proclaim the Bridegroom near;
Go, meet him, as he cometh,

With hallelujahs clear.

2. The saints, who here in patience
Their cross and sufferings bore,
With him shall reign forever,
When sorrow is no more:
Around the throne of glory
The Lamb shall they behold,
Adoring cast before him
Their diadems of gold.

3. Our hope and expectation,
O Jesus, now appear!
Arise, thou Sun, so looked-for,
O'er this benighted sphere!
With hearts and hands uplifted,
We plead, O Lord, to see
The day of our redemption,
And ever be with thee.

473.

"O Sacred Head, now wounded."

1. O SACRED Head, now wounded !
With grief and shame weighed down;
O sacred brow, surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown!
Once on a throne of glory,
Adorned with light divine,
Now all despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

2 On me, as thou art dying,
O, turn thy pitying eye!
To thee for mercy crying,
Before thy cross I lie.
Thine, thine the bitter passion,
Thy pain is all for me;
Mine, mine the deep transgression,
My sins are all on thee.

3. What language can I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For all this dying sorrow,

Of all my woes the end?
Oh, can I leave thee ever?
Then do not thou leave me;
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.

4. Be near when I am dying;
Then close beside me stand;
Let me, while faint and sighing,
Lean calmly on thy hand:
These eyes new faith receiving,
From thine eye shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely in thy love.

D. E. JONES.

With tender and devout feeling.

474.

"Come unto me." MATT. xi: 28.

2. ON thy word relying,
Safe let me rest,
All my tears now drying
On thy dear breast;
Dawns the sweet day,
Bright o'er my way,
Foes and fears all flying,
Here I am blest.

3. All my footsteps heeding, Shield me from ill,

In green pastures feeding,
By waters still;

Always with thee,
Lord, let me be;
Thou all kindly leading,
Thine be my will.

4. When-life's last day ending

Dark death is nigh,
Jesus, o'er me bending,
Note my last sigh;
In that dread hour,
Strong in thy power,
On swift wing ascending,
Home let me fly!