Thus Thy Church, whate'er her dwelling,
Heaven above or earth below,

One harmonious chorus swelling,
Loves her Saviour's praise to show :
Here in trial, there in glory,

Changeless rings the immortal strain, Changeless sounds the wondrous story, "Lord, for us the Lamb was slain.”

I WILL NOT LET THEE GO.

JOME, O Thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell Thee who I am;
My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name;

Look on Thy hands and read it there :
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold:
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go.
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell?

To know it now resolved I am :
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go:
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

My prayer hath power with God: the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;

Through faith I see Thee face to face;
I see Thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove ;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend:
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end:
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath risen, with healing in His wings; Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee

My soul its life and succor brings ;

My help is all laid up above;

Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

THE BOY WITH THE FIVE LOAVES.

HAT time the Saviour spread His feast
For thousands on the mountain's side,
One of the last and least

The abundant store supplied.

Haply, the wonders to behold,
A boy 'mid other boys he came,
A lamb of Jesus' fold,

Though now unknown by name.

Or for his sweet obedient ways

The Apostles brought him near, to share Their Lord's laborious days,

His frugal basket bear.

Or might it be, his duteous heart,

That led him sacrifice to bring

For his own simple part,

To the world's hidden King?

Well may I guess how glow'd his cheek,

How he look'd down, half pride, half fear; Far off he saw one speak

Of him, in Jesus' ear.

"There is a lad,— five loaves hath he, And fishes twain; but what are they Where hungry thousands be?"

Nay, Christ will find a way.

In order, on the fresh green hill,

The mighty Shepherd ranks His sheep,

By tens and fifties, still

As clouds when breezes sleep.

Oh, who can tell the trembling joy,

Who paint the grave, endearing look,

When from that favored boy

The wondrous pledge He took?

Keep thou, dear child, thine early word; Bring Him thy best: who knows but He,

For his eternal board,

May take some gift of thee?

Thou prayest without the veil as yet;

But kneel in faith; an arm benign