352 The Child of a King.
Adoption.
My Father is rich in houses and lands.
He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, he has riches untold.
CHO.--I'm the child of a King,
The child of a King,
With Jesus, my Savior,
I'm the child of a King.
2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair,
Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share:
But now he is reigning forever on high,
He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.
3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth,
A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth!
But I've been "adopted," my name's written down:
An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.
4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
They're building a palace for me over there!
Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:
All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.
Hattie E. Buell. Arr.
353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.
Divine Care.
Amid the trials which I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
CHO.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear when thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me.
2 The cares of life come thronging fast
Upon my soul their shadow cast;
Their gloom reminds my heart at last,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
3 Let shadows come, let shadows go,
Let life be bright or dark with woe,
I am content, for this I know,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
E.S. Lorenz
354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.
(633) Plead for Me.
O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend
That thou wilt plead for me.
CHO.--O Savior, plead for me,
O Savior, plead for me,
On this alone my hopes depend
That thou wilt plead for me.
2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,
Then, Savior, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Savior, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
Charlotte Elliott.