A servant unto thee,

Thou God, by all adored.

Then, though by friends out-cast,

Thy hand would hold me fast,

And draw me near to thee, my King and Lord!

So lead me that I may

Thy sovereign will obey.

Make pure my heart to seek thy truth divine;

When burns my wound, be thou with healing near! Answer me, Lord! for sore distress is mine,

And say unto thy servant, I am here!

Oh! would that I might be

A servant unto thee,

Thou God, by all adored!

Then, though by friends out-cast,

Thy hand would hold me fast,

And draw me near to thee, my King and Lord!

TO THE SOUL

O thou, who springest gloriously

From thy Creator's fountain blest,
Arise, depart, for this is not thy rest!
The way is long, thou must prepared be,
Thy Maker bids thee seek thy goal
Return then to thy rest, my soul,
For bountifully has God dealt with thee.

Behold! I am a stranger here,

My days like fleeting shadows seem.

When wilt thou, if not now, thy life redeem? And when thou seek'st thy Maker have no fear, For if thou have but purified

Thy heart from stain of sin and pride,

Thy righteous deeds to him shall draw thee near.

O thou in strength who treadest, learn
To know thyself, cast dreams away!

The goal is distant far, and short the day. What canst thou plead th' Almighty's grace to earn? Would thou the glory of the Lord

Behold, O soul? With prompt accord Then to thy Father's house return, return!

O SLEEPER! WAKE, ARISE!

O sleeper! wake, arise!

Delusive follies shun,

Keep from the ways of men and raise thine eyes

To the exalted One.

Hasten as haste the starry orbs of gold

To serve the Rock of old.

O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!

Behold the firmament

His hands have wrought on high,

See how his mighty arms uphold the tent

Of his ethereal sky,

And mark the host of stars that heaven reveals

His graven rings and seals.

Tremble before his majesty and hope

For his salvation still,

Lest, when for thee the gates of fortune ope,

False pride thy spirit fill.

O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!

Go seek at night abroad

Their footsteps, who erewhile

Were saints on earth, whose lips with hymns o'erflowed, Whose hearts were free from guilt.

Their nights were spent in ceaseless prayer and praise,

In pious fast their days.

Their souls were paths to God, and by his throne

Their place is set anigh.

Their road through life was but a stepping-stone

Unto the Lord on high.

O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!

Weep for thy sins, and pause

In wrongful deeds, to implore

God's pardoning grace, nor fret thyself because

Of evil-doers more.

Cleave to the right, and of thy substance bring
To honor him, thy King.

When saviors then Mount Zion joyfully
Ascend with eager feet,

And nations shout for gladness, thou wilt be
Prepared thy God to meet.

O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!

Whence does man's wisdom flow-
Man, who of dust is wrought,

Whose poor pre-eminence on earth does show
Over the beast as naught?

Only those gazing with the inward eye

Behold God's majesty:

They have the well-spring of their being found,

More precious far than wine.

Thou also thus, though by earth's fetters bound, Mayst find thy Rock divine.

O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!

The Lord is Lord of all,

His hands hold life and death,

He bids the lowly rise, the lofty fall,

The world obeys his breath.

Keep judgment, then, and live and cast aside
False and rebellious pride,

That asketh when and where, and all below
And all above would know;

But be thou perfect with the Lord thy God!
O sleeper! rise and call upon thy God!

THE HEART'S DESIRE

Lord! unto thee are ever manifest

My inmost heart's desires, though unexprest

In spoken words. Thy mercy I implore
Even for a moment - - then to die were blest.

Oh! if I might but win that grace divine,
Into thy hand, O Lord, I would resign
My spirit then, and lay me down in peace
To my repose, and sweetest sleep were mine.

Afar from thee in midst of life I die,

And life in death I find, when thou art nigh.
Alas! I know not how to seek thy face,
Nor how to serve and worship thee, Most High.

Oh! lead me in thy path, and turn again
My heart's captivity, and break in twain
The yoke of folly: teach me to afflict

My soul, the while I yet life's strength retain.

Despise not thou my lowly penitence,

Ere comes the day, when, deadened every sense,
My limbs too feeble grown to bear my weight,
A burden to myself, I journey hence.

When to the all-consuming moth a prey,
My wasted form sinks slowly to decay,
And I shall seek the place my fathers sought,
And find my rest there where at rest are they.

I am on earth a sojourner, a guest,
And my inheritance is in her breast,
My youth has sought as yet its own desires,
When will my soul's true welfare be my quest?

The world is too much with me, and its din
Prevents my search eternal peace to win.
How can I serve my Maker when my heart
Is passion's captive, is a slave to sin?

But should I strive to scale ambition's height,

Who with the worm may sleep ere fall of night?

Or can I joy in happiness to-day

Who know not what may chance by morning's light?

My days and nights will soon, with restless speed,
Consume life's remnant yet to me decreed;

Then half my body shall the winds disperse,
Half will return to dust, as dust indeed.

What more can I allege? From youth to age
Passion pursues me still at every stage.
If thou art not my portion, what is mine?
Lacking thy favor, what my heritage?

Bare of good deeds, scorched by temptation's fire,
Yet to thy mercy dares my soul aspire;
But wherefore speech prolong, since unto Thee,
O Lord, is manifest my heart's desire?

HYMN FOR PENTECOST

When thou didst descend upon Sinai's mountain,
It trembled and shook 'neath thy mighty hand,
And the rocks were moved by thy power and splendor;
How then can my spirit before thee stand

On the day when darkness o'erspread the heavens,

And the sun was hidden at thy command?

The angels of God, for thy great name's worship,

Are ranged before thee, a shining band,

And the children of men are waiting ever

Thy mercies unnumbered as grains of sand;

The law they received from the mouth of thy glory,

They learn and consider and understand.

Oh! accept thou their song and rejoice in their gladness, Who proclaim thy glory in every land.