MINE AND THINE.

Y God! and may I call thee mine?

MY

And wilt thou deign to call me thine?

Then the whole universe is free,

And I am heir of all in thee!

If thou art mine, no space can part
Me from the dwelling where thou art;
If thou art mine, thou wilt not let
My thoughtless, wandering heart forget

The blessedness of being thine
In immortality divine,

Thine by the covenant of blood,
Through endless life a son of God!

Dear Lord, bestow this blessed grace,
The entrancing light of thy dear face,
And keep each passion of my soul
Held by thy love's supreme control.

No more from thee to go astray,
But kept in thy most holy way,

And following, through thy sacred Word,
The footsteps of my loving Lord.

My heaven on earth shall be to see
His reigning likeness formed in me.
Oh, infinite and blest delight,

To serve him in those robes so bright.

Cleansed by his grace from each dark spot!

The radiance so divinely wrought,

Whiter than snow shall ever shine,

Through everlasting ages mine!

THE WAY, THE TRUTH, THE LIFE.

ORD, keep us through thy sacred Word,
Secured from all mistake;

Our shield, our hiding-place, thou art,
And never wilt forsake,

Through all the pilgrimage of earth,
The chosen heirs of heaven,
The children of a Saviour's love,
Through his dear grace forgiven;

Still keep our hearts from deadly pride,

Safe in thy holy truth,

And shining in the crystal dew

Of our Redeemer's youth.

His blessed words make darkness bright,

His love directs our way,

And we shall walk in his clear light,

God's everlasting day.

Grant me such presence of thy grace,

My Jesus, all divine!

Grant the clear shinings of thy face,

That I may call thee mine!

THE PROBLEMS OF ETERNITY.

ETHSEMANE and Calvary!

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O mysteries of agony!

Life, death, and Christ's atoning love,
All thought, all measurement, above!

The Son of God, who for us died,
That in God's love our souls might hide,
And, dying, prayed that we, through faith,
Might know the triumphs of his death!

Led by thy gracious Spirit, Lord.
We come, according to thy Word,
To plead our Saviour's dying prayer,
Who breathed his life out for us there.

Taught by such loving grace to sing,
Our songs of praise to thee we bring;
The day is passing, night is near,
But in thy love there is no fear.

The Lord, who keeps our life from ill,
On Jordan's brink is with us still;
The shadows of life's evening prove
Prophets of Jesus' dying love.

And soon he 'll call our spirits home, No more from his abode to roam; And in this faith we leave to thee The problems of eternity.