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Art thou aught behold beloved blessed blest bliss blossoms calm child Christ CHRISTIAN'S POINT cloth constraining COWSLIP MORNING Crown 8vo dear Lord deep divine doth earth's Edition eternal evermore faith faithless Father Father's glory fear feet fill fulness gift glad glory God's hath henceforth infinite Jesus King Lebanon let Thy light live Lord Jesus marvellous Master matchless mighty love neath nought o'er perfect bliss perfect love plead POINT OF HONOUR poor heart praise precious radiant reign rest rills risen royal S. W. Partridge sacred salvation satisfied Saviour shadows shining smile Son of God soul spirit sunshine tenderness Thee as Thou Thine Thou art able Thou canst Thou dost Thou givest Thou hast thou shalt thro Thy face Thy gentleness Thy glorious Thy grace Thy heart thy Lord Thy love Thy perfect Thyself to-day trust Thee Unto Thy Upholden wait weary words
Page 38 - TAKE Thine own way with me, dear Lord, Thou canst not otherwise than bless ; I launch me forth upon a sea Of boundless love and tenderness.
Page 5 - Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art, And Thy love, so pure, so changeless, Satisfies my heart; Satisfies its deepest longings, Meets, supplies its every need, Compasseth me round with blessings: Thine is love indeed! Ever lift Thy face upon me As I work and wait for Thee; Resting 'neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth's dark shadows flee. Brightness of my Father's glory, Sunshine of my Father's face, Keep me ever trusting, resting, Fill me with Thy grace.
Page 41 - Oh ! it is life indeed to live Within this kingdom strangely sweet, And yet we fear to enter in, And linger with unwilling feet. • We fear this wondrous rule of Thine, Because we have not reached Thy heart ; Not venturing our all on Thee, We may not know how good Thou art.' JEAN SOPHIA PIGOTT. CHAPTER X. Šur Ibearts fcept for 3esus. my heart ; it is Thine own ; It is now Thy royal throne.
Page 39 - I will not fear Thee, O my God ! The days to come can only bring Their perfect sequences of love, Thy larger, deeper comforting. " Within the shadow of this love, Loss doth transmute itself to gain ; Faith veils earth's sorrows in Its light. And straightway lives above her pain " We are not losers thus ; we share The perfect gladness of the Son, Not conquered — for, behold, we reign ; Conquered and Conqueror are one. " Thy wonderful grand will, my God ! Triumphantly I make it mine ; And faith shall...