2 Though like the wanderer
  The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
  My rest a stone,
Yet, in my dreams, I’d be
Nearer, my God! to thee,—­
  Nearer to thee.

3 There let the way appear,
  Steps unto heaven;
All that thou send’st to me,
  In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God! to thee,—­
  Nearer to thee.

4 Or if, on joyful wing,
  Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
  Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,—­
  Nearer to thee.

     Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.

312 Hope. 6s & 4s.

Parting with the World. (582)

Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
      Jesus is mine: 
Break ev’ry mortal tie;
      Jesus is mine. 
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
      Jesus is mine.

2 Tempt not my soul away: 
      Jesus is mine: 
Here would I ever stay;
      Jesus is mine: 
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day! 
Pass from my heart away,
      Jesus is mine.

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night! 
      Jesus is mine: 
Mine is a dawning bright,
      Jesus is mine: 
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
      Jesus is mine.

4 Farewell, mortality! 
      Jesus is mine: 
Welcome, eternity! 
      Jesus is mine: 
Welcome, ye scenes of rest! 
Welcome, ye mansions blest! 
Welcome a Savior’s breast;
      Jesus is mine.

     Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.

313 Hendon. 7s.

Jesus a Joy.

Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so? 
What the high reward I win? 
Whose the name I glory in? 
  Jesus Christ, the crucified.

2 What is faith’s foundation strong? 
What awakes my lips to song? 
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God;
  Jesus Christ, the crucified.

3 Who is life in life to me? 
Who the death of death will be? 
Who will place me on his right
With the countless hosts of light? 
  Jesus Christ, the crucified.

4 This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
  Jesus Christ, the crucified.

     Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863.

314 Woodworth.  L.M.

Ecstasy in Christ. (554)

Oh, that I could forever dwell
  Delighted at the Savior’s feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
  And all his tender words repeat.

2 The world shut out from all my soul,
  And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
  One moment to compare with this?

3 This is the hidden life I prize,
  A life of penitential love,
When most my follies I despise,
  And raise my highest thoughts above.