Me to receive with welcome to thy heart Thine arms outstretched and looks of love combine: O Lord, I come; I choose that better part, Thine, wholly thine! Possessing Thee, I am of all possest, And 'tis by faith this happy lot is mine : Upon thy bosom, Lord, in peace I rest, Thine, only thine! None from thy book of life shall blot my name, While on this earth I sojourn by thy will, My Saviour and my God, that will be mine, Till safe in heaven I bless thy mercy still, For ever thine! HYMN. (From the French of Adrien Boissier.) Seigneur ! du sein de la poussière.' My God! though cleaving to the dust, And dwell Thyself in me. No shadow now can give me peace, No image, fading still : Me with the substance of thy grace, Oh! long, too long, thy face I seek, Now speaking, I would hear Thee speak, Now would I burn, but with thy fire, Now with thy light would shine, Would with Thyself my soul inspire, And love with love divine. Henceforth to me this blessing give, This only needful thing In Thee, by Thee, for Thee to live, Who art my God and King. Yet how, if sins my heart defile, Lord, Thou art pure, and I am vile, Jesus, behold! I plead thy blood, With love, and peace, and heaven! SONNET S. I. 'He that believeth shall not make haste.'-Is. xxviii. 16. WHEN great desires are pending, when his mind G II. TO AN AFFLICTED FRIEND. 'We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God.' ACTS xiv. 22. We know it, yet we marvel: if the cloud Hung never o'er our road, then should we start, His footprints, 'neath the bitter cross who bowed? MUCH TRIBULATION: doth thy Father's voice |