So guilty, so helpless am I, Lord. 3 Some call him a Savior in word, 4 Some style him the pearl of great price, And cleave to the world and its toys: 5 If ask'd what of Jesus I think? Though still my best thoughts are but poor, My life, and my strength, and my store. 99 L. M. Perseverance in the Christian life. ROAD is the road that leads to death, Band thousands walk together there; While wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would win this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And treads the path of life no more, Forgets what joys await thy saints, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Let not my hopes, like such, be vain; But striving with thy faithful few, May I that pledge of glory gain, Which false pretenders never knew. 100 C. M. INNERS, this solemn truth regard, For Christ the Savior hath declar'd, 2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, 3 Our nature's totally depraved,The heart a sink of sin; Without a change we can't be saved; "Ye must be born again." 4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain; Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, IFT up your hearts to things above, And join with us to praise his love, 2 To Jesus' name give thanks and sing, 3 We for his sake count all things loss, 4 0 let us stir each other up, And the sweet task of love. 5 Let all who for the promise wait, And rais'd to our unsinning state, 6 Live till the Lord in glory come, 102 Go on, P. M. NCE more in the Redeemer's name, To speak, and pray, and sing; 2 Since I was here, how have you done? How have you walk'd, how have you run? Or, like the eagle, flew, Or have you fell in despond's slough? 3 What kind of manna have you had? The source from whence it came; Have you been fed from Christ above, By those who say they came in love, To lead along the lame? 4 Does union in your hearts abound, As once it did to hear the sound, Of trembling groans and cries? When all as one, to Christ did go, To save them from that dreadful wo And wipe their weeping eyes? 5 Christ crucified is what I know, His cause the reason why I go, O'er hills and valleys through; 'Tis for his cause I leave my home, To sound his fame, for this I roam; For this I come to you. 6 And while I'm call'd to leave my home, And o'er creation wide to roam, My friends may think of me, Not knowing what or how I do, 7 0 Jesus come fill all our souls, Our cups o'er flow with love sincere, 103 P. M. The gloom of Autumn. HAIL, ye sighing sons of sorrow, View with me th' Autumnal gloom; Learn from thence your fate to-morrow, Silent, all things seem to mourn, Brings to mind, the mould'ring urn. 2 What to me are autumn's treasures, Shared each bliss that youth bestows, 3 Age and sorrow since have blasted, |