1 O, not alone with outward sign Of fear, or voice from heaven, The message of a truth divine, The call of God, is given; Awakening in the human heart Love for the True and Right, Zeal for the Christian's better part, Strength for the Christian's fight. 2 Though heralded by naught of fear, Or outward sign, or show; Though only to the inward ear It whisper soft and low; Though dropping as the manna fell, Unseen, yet from above, Holy and gentle, heed it well,-- The call to Truth and Love. 199. 11s. M. Anonymous. Acquaint Thee with God. 1 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road; And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 2 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path, Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. 200. S. M. Johns. Thou Must Be Born Again. 1 Thou must be born again! Such was the solemn word To him who came, not all in vain, By night to seek his Lord. 2 Thou must be born again! But not the birth of clay; The immortal seed must thence obtain Deliverance into day. 3 Thou, in thy inmost mind, Must own the same control; The same regenerating wind Must move and guide thy soul. 4 Thou canst not choose but trace The steps the Master trod, If once thou feel his truth and grace, A conscious child of God. 5 The mortal's birth is past; The immortal's birth must be; Seek well and thou shalt find at last That blest nativity. 201. 7s. M. *John Taylor. A Penitential Hymn. 1 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; Listen to Thy suppliant ones, Thou, to whom all grace belongs! 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent;-- 3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain;-- 4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own; Humbled at Thy feet we bow, Seeking strength from Thee alone. 5 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; O, restore Thy suppliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs! 202. 10s. M. Anonymous. The Broken Shield.