He Saved my Soul!

HE SAVED MY SOUL!

[The CHRISTIAN UNION tells the incident of a backwoodsman, who, being a candidate for the Methodist ministry, was asked how he knew that Jesus was divine? "Why, bless you!" he exclaimed, with tears in his eyes, "He saved my soul"!

You ask me, brothers, how I know that Jesus is divine !

The rather ask me how I know that yonder sun doth shine!

The rather bid me tell you how I know that billows roll,

Or winds sweep on from north to south! Why friends, "He saved my soul!"

A wanderer from my Father's house, He took me by the hand;

A mariner on raging seas, He guided me to land :
A weary, storm-tossed man, He came, and made me

like a child,

As hungry to receive the truth, as gentle and as mild.

Oh! ask me not my brethren, by language of the schools, To tell you of this blessed truth, that overleaps all rules.

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Yet a little While.

Oh! ask me not, by measure of human speech, to prove The glory and the miracle of Christ's transcendent love!

He saved me! saved me from myself, and saved me from my sins,

And here, just in that precious truth, my paradise begins;

I know that Christ, the blessed one, is man and is

Divine,

I know because-oh! brethren, hear!-he saved a soul like mine!"

S. S. Times.

M. E. SANGSTER.

YET A LITTLE WHILE.

And is it so? a little while,

And then the life undying,
The light of God's unclouded smile
The singing for the sighing!
A little while!-oh, glorious word!
Sweet solace of our sorrow,

And then "forever with the Lord,"

The everlasting morrow.

What I bring.

Then be it ours to journey on

In paths that He decrees us,

Where His own feet before have gone,-
Our strength, our hope, our Jesus;
In lowly fellowship with Him

The cross appointed bearing:
For oh, a crown no grief can dim
One day we shall be wearing.

A little while! and He shall come-
Light of our eyes, our longing :-
His own voice bid us welcome, home;
And we, His people, thronging,
Shall rest our hearts in His embrace;
Dear Refuge ours forever!—
Look upward to His blessed face
And fear its hiding never!

WHAT I BRING.

I bring my sins to Thee,
The sins I cannot count,
That all may cleansed be
In Thy once-opened fount.

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I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee ;
The burden is too great for me.

My heart to Thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read,
A faithless, wandering thing,
An evil heart indeed.

I bring it Saviour, now to Thee,
That fixed and faithful it may be.

To Thee I bring my care,
The care I cannot flee;
Thou wilt not only share,
But take it all from me.

O, loving Saviour! now to Thee
I bring the load that wearies me.

I bring my grief to Thee,
The grief I cannot tell;
No words shall needed be,

Thou knowest all so well.
I bring the sorrow laid on me,
O, suffering Saviour! all to Thee.

Jesus my All.

My joys to Thee I bring,

The joys Thy love has given,
That each may be a wing

To lift me nearer Heaven.

I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
Who hast procured them all for me.

My life I bring to Thee,

I would not be my own;
O, Saviour! let me be

Thine ever, Thine alone!

My heart, my life, my all I bring
To Thee, my Saviour and my King.

JESUS MY ALL.

Jesus is my God and Saviour,
Jesus is my Priest and King,
Jesus is my Friend and Brother,
And to Jesus I will cling.

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