452 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. 1 Sitting at the feet of Jesus,

Oh, what words I hear him say!
Happy place! so near, so precious!
May it find me there each day!
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,

I would look upon the past;
For his love has been so gracious,
It has won my heart at last.

2 Sitting at the feet of Jesus,

Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay my sins and sorrows,
And, when weary, find sweet rest.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,

There I love to weep and pray,
While I from his fulness gather
Grace and comfort every day.

3 Bless me, O my Saviour! bless me,
As I sit low at thy feet;
Oh! look down in love upon me;
Let me see thy face so sweet.
Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus;
Make me holy as he is:
May I prove I've been with Jesus,
Who is all my righteousness!

4 Oh, what wonder! how amazing! Jesus, glorious King of kingsDeigns to call me his beloved, Lets me rest beneath his wings. : All for Jesus! all for Jesus! Resting now beneath his wings!:

453 While in Different Paths Dividing.
1 While in different paths dividing,
We our pilgrimage pursue,
May our Shepherd, safely guiding,
Keep his scattered flock in view!
May the bond of blest communion
Every distant soul embrace,
Till in everlasting union,

We attain our resting place.

2 Oh, 'tis sweet, each other aiding,
In companionship to move,
One pure flame each heart pervading.
One, our Lord, our faith, our love;
Sweet when each can bend, imploring
Solace for our brother's pain,
And, the stumbling foot restoring,
Cheer him to the race again.

3 We may part in tearful sadness,

Bearing forth the precious grain, But we shall return with gladness, Bringing harvest sheaves again. Thus, though fond affection weepeth, Faith exalts her cheering voice; He that soweth, he that reapeth, Soon together shall rejoice.

O#

LOWELL MASON.

454 of Him Who Did Salvation Bring.
I of him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy,-he'll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty,—he'll forgive.

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given;
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.

3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood;
He closed his eyes to show us God:
Let all the world fall down and know
That none but God such love can show.

4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone
I shed my tears and make my moan;
Where'er I am, where'er I move,
I meet the object of my love.

5 Insatiate to this spring I fly;

I drink, and yet am ever dry:
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah! who that loves, can love enough?

455 So Let Our Lips and Lives Express.
1 So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine
To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God, When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Religion bears our spirits up,

While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

456 Another Six Day's Work is Done.

I Another six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.

2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may
As grateful incense to the skies, [rise
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.

3 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

459 I Could Not do Without Thee.

I I could not do without thee,
O Saviour of the Lost!
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost.
My righteousness, my pardon,
Thy precious blood must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.

2 I could not do without thee,
I cannot stand alone;

I have no strength or goodness
No wisdom of my own;
But thou, beloved Saviour,
Art all in all to me;
And weakness will be power,
If leaning hard on thee.

2 I could not do without thee,
For oh! the way is long,
And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song.
How could I do without thee?

I do not know the way;

Thou knowest and thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray.