2071. JESUS. Need of

I NEED Thee, precious Jesus!

For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,

My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain,

Where I can always flee

The blood of Christ most precious;
The sinner's perfect plea.

I need Thee, precious Jesus!
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
With little earthly store:
I need the love of Jesus

To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, precious Jesus!

I need a Friend like Thee;

A Friend to soothe and sympathize-
A Friend to care for me;
I need the heart of Jesus,
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every want to,

And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, precious Jesus!
For I am very blind!
A weak and foolish wanderer,
With dark and evil mind;
I need the light of Jesus,

To tread the thorny road,

To guide me safe to glory,

Where I shall see my God.-Whitfield.

2072. JESUS: our sufficiency.

I LAY my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains

White in His blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.

I lay my wants on Jesus ;
All fulness dwells in Him:

He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases,

He all my sorrow shares.

Its ocean-fulness riseth still as ages onward flow!

Apart from Jesus' precious name I've nothing to desire;

Of all beside, e'en were it mine, my heart would only tire.

Apart from Him there's nought of worth, created things are vain ;

He is my glory and my wealth, my honour and my gain!

Thy precious name, Lord Jesus Christ! is better far to me,

Than all the wealth that can be found in earth, or air, or sea.

Thou art the paradise, set forth by God's own hand of love;

Thy presence is itself the heaven, where I shall dwell above.-Baron von Canitz.

2075. JESUS: the joy of loving hearts.

JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts!

Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfill'd to Thee again.

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;

Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee Thou art good;
To them that find Thee, all in all !

We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still!
We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head,

And thirst our souls from Thee to fill !

Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest when our faith can hold Thee fast.

O Jesus, ever with us stay!

Make all our moments calm and bright! Chase the dark night of sin away,

Shed o'er the world Thy holy light!
St Bernard, tr. by Ray Palmer.

2076. JESUS. Touching
HE came a leper, all unclean and foul;
He left, as fresh as freshest infancy.
So come I to Thy feet, unclean in soul,

So leave I, Lord, cleansed and restored by Thee.

I touch Thee and am cured! No touch of mine Can render Thee impure, whatever be

Thee it defiles not, yet it cleanses me.

That touch to me is Paradise restored,
It is to me the very gate of heaven.
Thou art my help, my happiness, O Lord,
In Thee I stand, deliver'd and forgiven.—Bonar.

2077. JESUS: unchanged.

ALL is dying; hearts are breaking,

Which to ours were once fast bound; And the lips have ceased from speaking, Which once utter'd such sweet sound; And the arms are powerless lying,

Which were our support and stay; And the eyes are dim and dying, Which once watch'd us night and day.

Everything we love and cherish

Hastens onward to the grave;
Earthly joys and pleasures perish,
And whate'er the world e'er gave:
All is fading, all is fleeing,

Earthly flames must cease to glow;
Earthly beings cease from being,
Earthly blossoms cease to blow.
Yet unchanged, while all decayeth,
Jesus stands upon the dust,
'Lean on Me alone,' He sayeth,
'Hope and love, and firmly trust!'
Oh, abide, abide with Jesus,

Who Himself for ever lives,
Who from death eternal frees us,
Yea, who life eternal gives!

Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below,

Through Him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow.

And still for erring, guilty man,

A brother's pity flows;

And still His bleeding heart is touch'd With memory of our woes.-Barbauld.

2079. JEWS. Desolation of the

OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream;
Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell;
Mourn-where their God hath dwelt the godless
dwell!

And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
And where shall Zion's songs again seem sweet?
And Judah's melody once more rejoice

The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice?
Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast,
How shall ye flee away and be at rest?
The wild dove hath her nest, the fox his cave,
Mankind their country-Israel but the grave!

Deign'd to protect, from Palestine exiled,

Are doom'd to wander; although scatter'd thus
Through all the globe, there is no clime which they
Can call their own, no country where their laws
Hold sovereign rule. Irrefragable proof,
That every oracle of Holy Writ

Was given by Heaven itself!—Hayes.

2083. JOY. Aids to

THEIR lost they have, they hold; from pain

A keener bliss they borrow.

How natural is joy, my heart!

How easy after sorrow.-Jean Ingelow.

2084. JOY: alloyed.

WISE Heaven doth see it as fit

In all our joys to give us some alloys,
As in our sorrows comforts: when our sails
Are fill'd with happiest winds, then we most need
Some heaviness to ballast us.-Fountain.

2085. JOY. Cause for

So take Joy home, And make a place in thy great heart for her, And give her time to grow, and cherish her; Then will she come, and oft will sing to thee, When thou art working in the furrows; ay, Or weeding in the sacred hour of dawn. It is a comely fashion to be glad— Joy is the grace we say to God.

Art tired? There is a rest remaining. Hast thou sinn'd? There is a Sacrifice. Lift up thy head, The lovely world, and the over-world alike, Ring with a song eterne, a happy rede, 'THY FATHER LOVES THEE.'-Jean Ingelow.

2086. JOY. Departed

OH for the happy days gone by, When love ran smooth and free,— Days when my spirit so enjoy'd

More than earth's liberty!

Oh for the times when on my heart Long prayer had never pall'd,— Times when the ready thought of God Would come when it was call'd! Then, when I knelt to meditate,

Sweet thoughts came o'er my soul, Countless, and bright, and beautiful Beyond all my control.

I knew not of His love;

Yet He had loved me long, With love so faithful and so deep, So tender and so strong.

And now I know it all,

Have heard and known His voice, And hear it still from day to day ;

Can I enough rejoice?

2089. JOY in God.

SINCE first Thy word awaked my heart,
Like new life dawning o'er me,
Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art

All light and love before me.
Nought else I feel or hear or see;

All bonds of earth I sever;
Thee, O God, and only Thee,
I live for now and ever!
Like him whose fetters dropp'd away
When light shone o'er his prison,
My spirit, touch'd by mercy's ray,
Hath from her chains arisen.
And shall a soul Thou bidst be free

Return to bondage? Never!
Thee, O God, and only Thee,

I live for now and ever!-Moore.

2090. JOY. Mixture of

THERE is no joy unmix'd with grief—
Each garden has more weeds than flowers-
Care rides upon the winged hours,

And doubt for ever haunts belief.

We stop to pluck some beauteous flower,
And cold precaution idly scorn,

To find some sharp and hidden thorn
Exacts a forfeit for the dower.

There have been tears of wormwood shed,
For every pleasure life can bring;
The joys of earth are flowers that spring
From out the ashes of the dead.—Dewart.

2091. JOY: springs from within.

Joy dwells not in external things,
It hath an inner birth;

The sweetest bird in darkness sings,
And fairest flowers oft nurture stings,-
Such is our life on earth.

Then measure not by outward show

The depth of real joy;

The heart can o'er the darkest woe
A stream of sunlight softly throw,

Or purest bliss destroy.-Brock.

I CANNOT speak, tears so obstruct my words, And choke me with unutterable joy.-Otway. Indeed true gladness doth not always speak; Joy bred and born but in the tongue is weak. Jonson. 2096. JOY. Virtuous

VIRTUE alone can give true joy;
The sweets of virtue never cloy :
To take delight in doing good,
In justice, truth, and gratitude,

In aiding those whom cares oppress,
Administering comfort to distress :

These, these are joys which all who prove
Anticipate the bliss above;

These are the joys, and these alone,
We ne'er repent or wish undone.

2097. JUDGES.

HE who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go.-Shakespeare.

When a man's life is in debate, The judge can ne'er too long deliberate.

Dryden.

A judge-a man so learned, So full of equity, so noble, so notable; In the process of his life so innocent; In the manage of his office so incorrupt; In the passages of state so wise; in Affection of his country so religious; In all his services to the king so

Fortunate and exploring, as envy
Itself cannot accuse, or malice vitiate.
Chapman.

What can Innocence hope for
When such as sit her judges are corrupted?
Massinger.

With an equal scale
He weighs the offences betwixt man and man;
He is not soothed with adulation,

Nor moved with tears, to wrest the course of justice
Into an unjust current, t' oppress the innocent;
Nor does he make the laws

Punish the man, but in the man the cause.

Swetnam.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink
With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
Cowper.

2098. JUDGING. Rules for

KNOW'ST with an equal hand to hold the scale,
See'st where the reasons pinch, and where they fail,
And where exceptions o'er the general rule prevail.
Dryden.

Let none direct thee what to do or say,
Till thee thy judgment of the matter sway:
Let not the pleasing many thee delight;

First judge, if those whom thou dost please, judge right.-Denham.

How little do they see what is, who frame Their hasty judgment upon that which seems!

Southey.

Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother;

For he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the mind.

And the world is not wiser than of old, when justice was meted by the sword,

When the spear avenged the wrong, and the lot decided the right,

When the footsteps of blindfold innocence were tracked by burning ploughshares,

And the still, condemning water delivered up the wizard to the stake:

For we wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see what the end will be,

Fixing the right or the wrong by the issues of failure

or success.

Judge not of things by their events; neither of character by providence ;

And count not a man more evil, because he is more unfortunate;