2-How long, O gracious Master, Wilt Thou Thy household leave? 3-How long, O Heavenly Bridegroom, How long wilt Thou delay ? And yet how few are grieving That Thou dost absent stay; Thy very bride her portion Where Thou, her Lord, art not. 4-Oh! wake Thy slumbering virgins; Send forth the solemn cry, Let all Thy saints repeat it, "The Bridegroom draweth nigh!" May all our lamps be burning, Each longing heart preparing With joy Thy face to see! 205 Psalm lxiii. 6. P.M. 1-In the still silence of the voiceless night, When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee, Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, 2—And if there be a weight upon my breast, Some vague impression of the day foregone, Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee, And lay it down. 3-Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token of anticipated ill, My bosom takes no heed of what it is, Since 'tis Thy will. 4-Often in spite of present care, My God, with Thee! 5-For what is there on earth that I desire, 206 Psalm lxix. 18. P.M. 1-Come nearer, nearer still, Let not Thy light depart ; 2-Less wayward let me be, More like a truthful child. 3-Less, less of self each day, And more, my God of Thee ;- 4-Less of the flesh each day, More of Thy Son, I pray, 5-Riper and riper now, Each hour let me become, 6-More moulded to Thy will, Liker and liker Thee. 7-Leave nought that is unmeet; Strip me; and so complete BONAR. 207 Psalm cxlviii. 2. 1-Ye angels, who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel's face, In rapturous songs make Him known, Tune, tune your soft harps to His praise. 2-Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at His feet, His grace and His glory display ; Oh! tell of His love as is meet. He saved from hell and the grave you He ransomed from death and despair, For you He was mighty to save, 8. 3-Oh! when will the period appear, And I to your Saviour belong. My God and my Saviour to see! 4-I want to put on my attire, ? Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to His name. 208 1 John iii. 2. P.M. 1-What shall we be, and whither shall we go, When the last conflict of our life is o'er, And we return from wandering to and fro, To our dear home thro' heaven's eternal door? |