And though loud the wind is howling, Thus my heart the hope will cherish, Thou wilt save me ere I perish, Thou wilt hear me when I cry; George W. Bethune. XVI. "MY MEAT IS TO DO THE WILL OF HIM THAT SENT ME." (John iv. 34.) PON the well by Sychar's gate, UPO At burning noon the Saviour sate, The Twelve had gone to seek for food, They come, and spread before him there, For, while they sought the market-place, His heart grew strong with joy divine, So, Christian, when thy faith is faint, And thou thy Master's joy shalt share, XVII. BAPTISM. WE E come to the fountain, we stand by the wave, save; We gaze on its bosom so pure and serene, We hear Thy sweet promise, Thy welcome command, O Thou, who in Jordan didst bow Thy meek head, And, whelm'd in our sorrow, didst sink to the dead, Then didst rise from the darkness to glory above, And claim'dst for Thy chosen the kingdom of love, Thy footsteps we follow, to bow in the tide, And are buried with Thee in the death Thou hast died; O Jesus our Saviour, O Jesus our Lord, By the life of Thy passion, the grace of Thy word, Accept us, redeem us, dwell ever within, To keep, by Thy Spirit, our spirits from sin; Till, crown'd with Thy glory, and waving the palm, Our garments all white from the blood of the Lamb, We join the bright millions of saints gone before, And bless Thee, and wonder, and praise evermore. George W. Bethune. WE XVIII. CHRISTMAS HYMN. E come, we come, with loud acclaim, With thrilling pulse and smiling face We come, we come, the song to swell, O, thus may we in heaven above Unite in praises and in love; While happy angels fill their home With joyful cry: "They come, they come!" George W. Bethune. XIX. THE APPREHENSION OF DEATH. WH HEN time seems short, and death is near, And sins, an overflowing tide, Assail my peace on every side, This thought my refuge still shall be, I know the Saviour died for me. His name is JESUS, and He died If grace were bought, I could not buy ; If grace were coin'd, no wealth have I; My faith is weak, but 'tis Thy gift; |