3 While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
  Be thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
  From thee aside.

4 When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream
  Shall o’er me roll,
Blest Savior! then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh! bear me safe above,
  A ransomed soul!

     Ray Palmer, 1830.

308 New Haven. 6s & 4s.

Jesus, My Lord. (586)

Jesus, thy name I love,
All other names above,
    Jesus, my Lord! 
Oh, thou art all to me! 
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from thee,
    Jesus, my Lord!

2 When unto thee I flee,
Thou wilt my refuge be,
    Jesus, my Lord! 
What need I now to fear? 
What earthly grief or care,
Since thou art ever near,
    Jesus, my Lord!

3 Soon thou wilt come again! 
I shall be happy then,
    Jesus, my Lord! 
Then thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like thee be,
Then evermore with thee,
    Jesus, my Lord!

     J.G.  Deck, 1837.

309 Every Day and Hour.  P.M.

Nearness to Christ.

Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.

Cho.—­Every day, every hour,
      Let me feel thy cleansing power;
      May thy tender love to me;
      Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.

2 Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.

3 Let me love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er; Till my soul is lost in love, In a brighter, brighter world above.

     Fanny J. Crosby.

310 Bethany. 6s & 4s.

Love to Christ Desired. (584)

More love to thee, O Christ,
  More love to thee! 
Hear thou the prayer I make
  On bended knee: 
This is my earnest plea—­
More love, O Christ, to thee! 
  More love to thee!

2 Once earthly joy I craved—­
  Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek: 
  Give what is best. 
This all my prayer shall be—­
More love, O Christ, to thee;
  More love to thee!

3 Then shall my latest breath
  Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry
  My heart shall raise—­
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee! 
  More love to thee!

     Mrs. E.P.  Prentiss, 1869.

311 Bethany. 6s & 4s.

Nearer to God. (709)

Nearer, my God, to thee,
  Nearer to thee;
E’en though it be a cross
  That raiseth me. 
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,—­
  Nearer to thee.