5 In all our long and weary way,
Pilgrims of Canaan, lest we stray,
Be Thou our Guide, Thy grace afford
And make us Thine in will and word.
6 So may we through life's desert go,
And come where fruits of Eshcol grow;
Gain the rich promise of Thy word

And rest forever with the Lord.

C. Wordsworth, altered.

"Not taking counsel of the world or of the flesh, but aiming and endeavoring in all things only to know and do Thy will."

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L' EAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,

Lead Thou me on:

The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on.

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on.

I loved the garish day: and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

3 So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone,

And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Fno H. Newman.

"Now all these things happened unto them for ensamples."

"If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace."

3 And doth the Saviour weep
Over His people's sin,

Because they will not let Him keep
The souls He died to win?

4 Ye hearts that love the Lord,

If at this sight ye burn,

See that in thought, in deed, in word,

Ye hate what made Him mourn!

John Keble.

"Now concerning spiritual gifts, brethren, I would not have you

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ignorant."
S. M.

HOLY SPIRIT! come
And Jesus' love declare;

Oh! tell us of our heavenly home,
And guide us safely there.

2 Our unbelief remove,

By Thine almighty breath;

Oh! work the wondrous work of love,
The mighty work of faith.

3 Thy sceptre, Lord! extend,
Pity our deep distress;

Thou art the contrite sinner's Friend,
Thy waiting servants bless.

4 We bless Thee for Thy grace,

And Thine almighty power;

We bless Thee for Thy holy place,
And this accepted hour.

Oswald Allen, 1862.

"Open ye the gates, that the righteous nation, which keepeth the

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truth, may enter in."

L. M.

IFT up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Behold! the King of glory waits!

The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here.

2 Life and salvation doth He bring,
Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing:
Eternal praise, my God! to Thee!
Creator! wise is Thy decree.

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3 Fling wide the portals of your heart,
Make it a temple, set apart

From earthly use for heaven's employ,
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy.

4 So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin;
Eternal praise, my God! be Thine,
For word, and deed, and grace divine.

5 Redeemer! come; I open wide
My heart to Thee; here, Lord! abide;
Let me Thine inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal.

6 Thy Holy Spirit guide us on,
Until our glorious goal be won!
Eternal praise, eternal fame,
Be offered, Saviour! to Thy name!

George Weisel, 1635. Trans. Cath. Winkworth, 1855.

"He beheld the city and wept over it."

C. M.

WHEN scorn'd by Zion, David's Son
Looked down from Olivet,

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The countenance of Christ was sad,
Those eyes with tears were wet.

2 O precious tears, most precious blood,
More costly than the dew

That falls on Hermon's hill, and rains
That Carmel's flowers renew.

3 For from those tears and precious blood,
As from prolific showers,

A blessed garden soon will bloom
Of heavenly passion-flowers.

4 Thou, Lord, wilt rise from Calvary;
And through Gethsemane

From Zion pass to Olivet,

For glorious victory.

5 Another Zion from that mount,
O Lord, Thou wilt behold,
Thy heavenly Zion, ever bright
With precious stones and gold.

6 O weep with Christ on Olivet,
That ye with Christ may rise;
Ye sow in tears, to reap with Him

A harvest in the skies.

Christopher Wordsworth.

"Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will

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give you rest."

L. M.

EAR Lord! I give my heart to Thee,

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Its throbs of grief will never cease,

Till yearning faith be taught to see

In Christ, the risen Prince of Peace.

2 My time is flitting day by day,

Sad conscience weaves, in restless loom,
A shroud, whose dusky lines portray
The travails of eternal gloom.

3 The bitter fruits of wasted years,
The empty store of worldly gain,
Hope's blighted flowers, rank with tears,
And mem'ry's ashes mix'd with pain;

4 This weighty sum of life I bring
To Calv'ry's gleaming, lofty tree;
Lo! at its foot, the load I fling,
And to its arms for refuge flee.

5 My guilt the spear that pierced Thy side,
My death once swelled Thy dying cry;
Oh cleanse my sins in mercy's tide,
Still ebbing earthward from the sky.

6 Thine eye doth read the soul's distress,
When, mourning for Thy peace, it pleads,
Let Thy forgiveness, Jesus, bless,

And fill my spirit's piteous needs.

R. S. Mathews, 1859.

ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

"A new heart will I give you, and a new spirit will I put

within you.'
C. M.

FOR a heart to praise my God,

A heart from sin set free!

A heart that's sprinkled with Thy blood,
So freely shed for me!