Teach me to live for self and sin no more;

But use the time remaining to me yet; Not mine own pleasure seeking as before, Wasting no precious hours in vain re

gret.

Teach me to live! No idler let me be, But in Thy service hand and heart

employ,

Prepared to do Thy bidding cheerfully— Be this my highest and my holiest joy.

Teach me to live-my daily cross to bear, Nor murmur though I bend beneath its load;

Only be with me; let me feel Thee near; Thy smile sheds gladness on the darkened road.

Teach me to live and find my life in Thee, Looking from earth and earthly things

away;

Let me not falter, but untiringly

Press on, and gain new strength and

power each day.

Teach me to live, with kindly words for all,

Wearing no cold, repulsive brow of gloom,

Waiting with cheerful patience till Thy call

Summons my spirit to its heavenly home.

ELLEN E. BURMAN.

311.-Life's Service.

ISAIAH Xxxviii. 18, 19.

R. WATTS entitles this Hymn "The Privileges of the Living above the Dead," and this thought runs through the whole. There are forms of earthly ministry in which we must do God's will now or never. What new occasions may be given to the redeemed in heaven to serve the Master, we cannot tell; we have only this life for such works of love as those which the poet here describes. It is common enough to point the exhortation to lifelong earnestness by the thought that "the night cometh in which no man can

Sharing His service every one Share too His Sonship may; Lord! I would serve and be a son, Dismiss me not, I pray !

THOMAS T. LYNCH.

314.-The "Servant of the Lord."

DEUTERONOMY xxxiv. 5.

C.M.

NOT to fill the mouth of fame
My longing soul is stirred;

O give me a diviner name,
Call me Thy servant, Lord!

Sweet title that delighteth me,
Rank earnestly implored!
O what can reach the dignity

Of Thy true servants, Lord?

No longer would my soul be known
As self-sustained and free ;
O not mine own, O not mine own,
Lord! I belong to Thee.

In each aspiring burst of prayer
Sweet leave my soul would ask
Thine every burden, Lord! to bear,
To do Thine every task.

For ever, Lord! Thy servant choose,
Nought of Thy claim abate;
The glorious name I would not lose,
Nor change the sweet estate.

In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,
No other name for me!
The same sweet style and title given
Through all eternity.

Not only for some task sublime
Thy succour I implore;
Not only on some solemn time
Thy Holy Spirit pour !

O ne'er can I my Helper spare ;
I want Thee all the way;
I want my Saviour everywhere,
I want Thee every day.

Lord! for each daily task of mine
I want Thy quickening power;
I want Thy smile away to shine
The trouble of each hour.

I want each joy from Thee to spring,
Each joy for Thee more bright;
Each footstep of Thine ordering,
All light seen in Thy light.

THOMAS H. GILL.

316. The Service of the Lord. JOHN xii. 26.

C.M.

HOW blessed, from the bonds of sin

And earthly fetters free,

In singleness of heart and aim,
Thy servant, Lord, to be!
The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at Thy command,
The meanest office to receive

With meekness at Thy hand!
With willing heart and longing eyes,
To watch before Thy gate;
Ready to run the weary race,

To bear the heavy weight;
No voice of thunder to expect,
But follow, calm and still,

For love can easily divine

The One Belovèd's will.

Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord!

Thus ever Thine alone;

My soul and body given to Thee,

The purchase Thou hast won.
Through evil or through good report,
Still keeping by Thy side,

By life or death, in this poor flesh
Let Christ be magnified!