God so loved me that He gave
Jesus for my sins to die;
Jesus loved me in the grave,
Jesus loves me still on high,—
Father-love and Saviour-love,
Mine on earth and mine above!
Love, from highest heights that stooped,—
Love, to deepest depths that came,—
Love, that 'neath my burden drooped,—
Bore my anguish and my shame—
Died, that I may never die,—
Living, lifts me to the sky!
Love, the arm that reached me first,—
Love, the hand that raised me up,—
Love, my prison-bars that burst,—
Love, that filled my brimming cup—
Filled it full of Heavenly wine—
Filled, and blessed, and made it mine!
Love, the holy, cleansing fount
Where I wash my garments white,—
Love, my Tabor, hallowed mount,
Where I stand with Him in sight,—
Love, my watch-tower, till the day
Chase all earth-born mists away!
AN EVENING HYMN
"I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep; for thou, Lord, only
makest me dwell in safety"
The tranquil hours steal by
On drowsy wings and slow,
And over all the peaceful sky
The stars of evening glow.
No gathering clouds I see,
I hear no rising blast,
I fold my tired hands restfully,
As though all storms were past.
Yet, whether so or not,
O Lord, thou knowest best!
This night, let every anxious thought
And trembling fear have rest
This night I will lie down
In peace beneath thine eye,
Nor heed what ills unseen may frown,
Since thou art ever nigh.