- | men.

397 Thatcher. S.M.

_I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168)

Come at the morning hour,
Come, let us kneel and pray;
Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff
To walk with God all day.

2 At noon beneath the Rock
Of Ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In weary heat of day.

3 At evening, in thy home,
Around its altar, pray;
And finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.

4 When midnight veils our eyes,
Oh, it is sweet to say,
I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!
With thee to watch and pray.

Anon.

398 Capello. S.M.

_The Throne of Grace._ (801)

Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.

2 That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round I see,
Provides, for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.

3 My soul! ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?

4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.

5 Teach me to live by faith;
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

John Newton, 1779.

399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M.

_The Sympathizing Friend._

Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?
Tell it to Jesus.
Are you grieving over joys departed?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,
He is a Friend that's well known;
You have no other such a friend or brother!
Tell it to Jesus alone.

2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?
Tell it to Jesus.
Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?
Tell it to Jesus.
Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying?
Tell it to Jesus.
For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

J. E. Rankin, D. D.

400 Maitland. C.M.

_The Cross and the Crown._ (835)

Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went mourning here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

3 This consecrated cross I'll