r my heart betides.

II

My love its ardour finds
In Him Whose love is strong,
Who bought me with a price untold,
More than of silver or of gold,
And fills my heart with song.

III

My peace its calm attains
In Him Whose power defends;
My foes may sound a loud alarm,
I trust securely in the arm
He for my succour lends.

IV

My joy its gladness sings
In notes His voice awakes,--
A joy no effort can attain,
That thrills alike in loss and gain,
And when the world forsakes.

V

Thou Christ art all I need,
Of all my bliss the spring;
More fulness in Thy grace is found,
Than when the corn and wine abound,
And all the world can bring.

I

The time is drawing near,
It cannot tarry long,
When they who face the conflict here,
Shall join the glorious throng,

Where gladness fills each heart,
And honour crowns each brow;--
For tireless service fit me, Lord,
By willing service now.

II

Let no depressing thought
My brooding mind depress;
But let me hear, in winning tones,
What they who serve possess,

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

III

Let sunshine flood the soul,
When threatening night descends,
That I may see the light serene
No sunset ever ends.

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

IV

Let strength my spirit nerve,
That, with each labour done,
I may, like those who serve above,
See some new task begun;

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

V

The time is drawing near,--
Till that bright morning break,
May I, with those who see Thy face,
Thy will, my pleasure make:

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

I

I will not yield my sword,
I will not bow the knee,
But I would hear the blessed word
That calls my soul to Thee;
And through the din of war,
And in the midst of strife,
That word shall be the g