ong-forgotten grave
My guilty deeds arise,
And terror proves me yet the slave
My soul would fain despise,--
From stings of memory heal my soul,
And free me from sin's dire control.

III

O Lord, in Whom my hope is set,
I look in faith to Thee;
From sin, and guilt, and sad regret,
My soul in mercy free;--
For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust,
And lie, repenting, in the dust.

I

Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me;
Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee;
Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine
Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine.

II

Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree;
I marvel at the love there shown for me
All loveless, and to sin and self a slave;--
Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave.

III

Now in its wonder would my soul arise,
Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes,
Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside,
And wore its shame, and for its purchase died;

IV

And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim
In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name;
In loving service, for such service given,
Here upon earth, and yonder in Thy heaven.

V

Lord, I am Thine, Thy love hath won my soul;
Now shall my life obey such sweet control;--
No, not mine own, the purchase is complete,
I bring my all to lay it at Thy feet.

ASPIRATIONS

I

Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold,
And, 'mid the glory that like sunset dies,
Fair to the sight the wondrous bliss unfold
That lives in beauty under cloudless skies.

II

And let our ears the things unuttered hear,
That silent voices to the soul can tell;
That heart can whisper when a heart is near
Of love that scorns in uttered tones to dwell.

III

Teach us to know that things unseen are real,
That earth no bloom of fadeless beauty gives,
That far beyond the things that sense can feel,
The joy of being, and of having, lives.