“Thou art mine!” When temptations my pathway beset,
His merciful kindness I cannot forget.
The sun may be hidden, but soon it will shine,
He calls me by name:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.”
“Thou art mine!” With afflictions confronting the soul,
The billows of trouble are His, to control.
Beside the still waters He bids me recline
And lovingly says:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.”
“Thou art mine!” I am happy obeying His voice,
I trust Him and serve Him, His glory my choice;
His power, eternal, can never decline
And does He not say:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.”
THE MERRY BELLS.
The merry bells are ringing,
Good will is in the air;
Our hearts are singing, singing,
And joy is everywhere.
There is pleasure for the lowly,
There is pleasure for the high,
The day so holy, holy,
Now lingers in the sky.
FOLLOW JESUS.
If we try to follow Jesus He will lead our steps aright,
He will lead us out of darkness into fields of living light.
Little hands can work for Jesus, little feet love-errands run;
Little voices speak His praises; little ears can hear “well done.”
Sweet the voice that sings for Jesus, kind the eye content to see,
All the beauties of a service that will keep us pure and free.
Little forms can lean on Jesus, little lives He will enfold,
Little arms shall draw Him nearer and in His dear cause be bold.