John Newton.

325 De Fleury. 8s.  D

Phil. 1:23. (571)

My Savior, whom absent I love,
  Whom, not having seen, I adore
Whose name is exalted above
  All glory, dominion, and power,—­
Dissolve thou these bands that detain
  My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
  And make me eternally free!

2 When that happy era begins,
  When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
  The bosom on which I recline,
Oh! then shall the veil be removed,
  And round me thy brightness be poured! 
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
  I shall see, whom unseen I adored.

3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,
  The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
  Intrude on my blissful repose;
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
  My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
  And waft me away to his throne!

     W. Cowper.

326 I Need Thee Every Hour.  P.M.

Need of Christ.

I need thee ev’ry hour,
  Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
  Can peace afford.

Cho.—­I need thee, oh, I need thee,
      Ev’ry hour I need thee;
      Oh, bless me now, my Savior
      I come to thee.

2 I need thee ev’ry hour;
  Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
  When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee ev’ry hour,
  In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
  Or life is vain.

4 I need thee ev’ry hour;
  Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
  In me fulfill.

5 I need thee ev’ry hour,
  Most Holy One;
Oh, make me thine indeed,
  Thou blessed Son.

     Annie S. Hawks.

327 De Fleury. 8s.  D

Altogether Lovely. (572)

My gracious Redeemer I love,
  His praises aloud I’ll proclaim: 
And join with the armies above,
  To shout his adorable name. 
To gaze on his glories divine
  Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
  My boundless, ineffable joy.

2 He freely redeemed with his blood
  My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
  And in his sweet presence to dwell:—­
To shine with the angels in light,
  With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
  My Jesus, my Savior, my King!

     B. Francis.

328 The Lily of the Valley.  P.M.

The Abiding Friend.

I have found a friend in Jesus, he’s everything to me,
  He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
  All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. 
In sorrow he’s my comfort, in trouble he’s my stay,
  He tells me ev’ry care on him to roll. 
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
  He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.