HIDE ME, O MY SAVIOUR! HIDE. IN Thyself my spirit hide, From myself deliver me; From self-righteousness and pride, Wholly consecrate to Thee. Dead to sin, alive to God, Through the Power of Love supreme, By the grace of Christ my Lord, By the Law of Life in Him. From the Law of Death set free, Oh to be thus baptized with Love, Through Eternity to show His dear Love to all I meet; How he brought me to His feet! Songs of Moses and the Lamb, How the knowledge of His name Taught atoning blood to plead, Wrought by the Eternal Word, In His likeness there confest. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide; Loved through all Eternity. Dwelling in the Secret Place Of the Lord of glory, where, Heaven's Redemption shall be known From the Prison of Despair! OH THAT I WERE AN ANGEL FAIR! H that I were an angel fair Он As all this lovely scene, My heart as gay, to weep or pray, Oh would I were as those bright clouds, All garmented to raise, From sunrise to its setting light, Might but my natural thoughts express, Arraying earth with Heaven, And colors wreathed in banners where No thought need be forgiven; As when the stars together sang, And mightiest melodies outrang The chariots of a new-made world. On wings and wheels of rainbows whirled, By angel heralds driven, With sparkling dewdrops that declare, And hues of rosy dawn, And Messianic prophets fair, The day-break of the Morn! O Life, how blest! And every guest, Though once from Eden driven, Returning to that sacred rest Spotless in Christ's own heaven! BROOK MELODIES, GOD'S MERCIES! THE music of this running brook For, 'midst the howl of Winter winds, With brief, prelusive pause restrained! Sure as bright clouds sweet drops contain, To the dear heart of childhood plain, Would God that every time I see A star in Evening's cloudless sky; Mine unbelieving soul might learn |