Upward I fly;
Still all my song shall be,--
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

240. S. M. Mme. Guion.

Living Waters.

1 The fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
The further it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.

2 But shallow cisterns yield
A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,
At evening they are dry.

3 The cisterns I forsake,
O Fount of life, for Thee!
My thirst with living waters slake,
And drink eternity.

241. L. M. *Mrs. Steele.

Self-Consecration.

1 My soul no more shall strive in vain,
Slave to the world, and slave to sin!
A nobler toil I will sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.

2 I will resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from His precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

3 O, be His service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.

4 O, may I never faint nor tire,
Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways;
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live Thy praise.

242. L. M. Oberlin.

Self-Dedication.

1 O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to Thee.

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in Thee.

243. C. P. M. Jane Roscoe.

Self-Consecration.

1 O God, to Thee, who first hast given
To mortal frame the spark of heaven,
I consecrate my powers;
Thine is its hoped eternity,