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, And Thine its earthly life shall be, Through years, and days, and hours. 2 Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned Each struggling passion of my mind, With all its hopes and fears; To bend each thought to Thy control Is the one wish that fills my soul, Through all my future years. 244. 12s. M. *Gaskell. The New Birth. 1 I am free! I am free! I have broken away, From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day; All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone, And a spirit of light is now leading me on.