"Him that cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out." John vi. 37.

Just as I am, without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
"Fightings within, and fears without,"
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,

Yea, all I need, in Thee I find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, Thy love unknown,
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

SABBATH HYMN.

"And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it." Gen. ii. 3.

Again our weekly labours end,
And we the Sabbath's call attend,
Improve, our souls, the sacred rest,
Come, bless the day that God hath blessed.

This day may our devotions rise,
Through Christ a grateful sacrifice;
And our blessed Lord that peace bestow,
Which none but they who feel it know.

That peace of God within the breast,
Is the rich foretaste of a rest,

Which for the church of Christ remains,
A rest from sin, and guilt, and pains.

In holy duties let this day,

Heaven's type and emblem, pass away;
And may we thus each Sabbath spend,
In hope of that which shall not end.

"Where two or three are gathered to

gether in my name, there am I in the midst Matt. xviii. 20.

of them."

Lord of the Sabbath, 'tis Thy day,
Now at its close, Thy grace display;
Assembled in Thy sacred name,
Lo! two or three Thy promise claim.

Thanks for Thy house of prayer, O Lord,
Thanks for Thy day, and for Thy Word,
For all the means which Thou hast given,
Of knowing Thee, and gaining heaven.

The Sabbath ended, now we seek
Thy blessing on us through the week;
Let all its days with Thee begin,
That each may prove a rest from sin.

Lord of the Sabbath, 'tis Thy day,
Let sinners feel and own Thy sway:
The banner of the cross unfurled,

Spread Thou thine empire through the world.

"He maketh darkness, and it is night."

Psalm civ. 20.

Night is the time for rest;

How sweet, when labours close,

To gather round an aching head
The curtain of repose.

Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Upon our own delightful bed.

Night is the time to weep,

To wet with unseen tears

Those graves of memory, where sleep
The joys of other years;

Hopes that were angels at their birth,
But perished soon like things of earth.

Night is the time to pray,

Our Saviour oft withdrew

To desert, mountains, far away,

So will his followers do.

Steal from the throng to haunts untrod,

And commune there alone with God.