"I AM THINE."

HAT I am Thine, my Lord and God!
Sprinkled and ransom'd by Thy blood,—
Repeat that word once more,

With such an energy and light,
That this world's flattery or spite

To shake me never may have power.

From various cares my heart retires;
Though deep and boundless its desires,
I'm now to please but One:
He, before whom the elders bow,
With Him is all my business now,
And with the souls that are His own.

This is my joy, (which ne'er can fail,)
To see my Saviour's arm prevail;
To mark the steps of grace;
How new-born souls, convinced of sin,
His blood reveal'd to them within,

Extol my Lord in every place.

With these my happy lot is cast:

Through the world's deserts, rude and waste,

Or through its gardens fair;

Whether the storm of malice sweeps,

Or all in dead supineness sleeps ;
Still to go on be my whole care.

See! the dear flock by Jesus drawn,
In blest simplicity move on ;

They trust His shepherd's crook.
Beholders many faults will find,
But they can tell their Saviour's mind;
Content, if written in His Book.

No, my dear Lord, in following Thee,
Not in the dark uncertainly,

This foot obedient moves :

'Tis with a brother and a King, Who many to His yoke will bring ; Who ever lives and ever loves,

Now then, my Way, my Truth, my Life!
Henceforth let sorrow, doubt, and strife

Drop off, like autumn leaves;

Henceforth, as privileged by Thee,
Simple and undistracted be

My soul, which to Thy sceptre cleaves.

JESUS IS GOD!

ESUS is God! the glorious bands
Of golden angels sing

Songs of adoring praise to Him,

Their Maker and their King.

He was true God in Bethlehem's crib,
On Calvary's cross true God,
He who in Heaven eternal reigned,
In time on earth abode.

Jesus is God! there never was
A time when He was not :
Boundless, eternal, merciful,

The Word the Sire begot!
Backward our thoughts through ages stretch,
Onward through endless bliss, -

For there are two eternities,

And both alike are His !

Jesus is God! let sorrow come,
And pain, and every ill;

All are worth while, for all are means His glory to fulfil;

Worth while a thousand years of life
To speak one little word,

If by our Credo we might own
The Godhead of our Lord!

Jesus is God! O could I now
But compass land and sea,
To teach and tell this single truth,
How happy should I be !

O had I but an angel's voice,
I would proclaim so loud,
Jesus, the good, the beautiful,
Is everlasting God!

Jesus is God! If on the earth

This blessed faith decays, More tender must our love become, More plentiful our praise. We are not angels, but we may Down in earth's corners kneel,

And multiply sweet acts of love,

And murmur what we feel.

WORTHY THE LAMB.

ERE on earth, where foes surround us,
While our trembling souls within

Feel the fetters which have bound us,

Feel the burden of our sin;

Lord, on Thee alone relying,

Strength we crave to burst our chain, Ever pleading, ever crying,

"Lord, for us the Lamb was slain."

In those high and holy regions

Where the blest Thy praise prolong,

Cherubs and seraphic legions

Know no theme of nobler song;
White-robed saints, who there adore Thee
Throned above the glassy main,

Sing, and cast their crowns before Thee,

"Lord, for us the Lamb was slain."