Thy works, not mine, O Christ, Speak gladness to this heart; They tell me all is done, They bid my fear depart. To whom, save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 2. Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Has borne the awful load Of sins that none in heaven Or earth could bear but God. To whom, save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 3. Thy death, not mine, O Christ, Has paid the ransom due; Ten thousand deaths like mine Would have been all too few. To whom, save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 4. Thy righteousness, O Christ, Alone can cover me; No righteousness avails Save that which is of Thee. To whom, save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? H. Bonar, 1857. 330 C. M. O Mystery of Love Divine That thought and thanks o’erpowers! Lord Jesus, was our portion Thine, And is Thy portion ours? 2. Emmanuel, didst Thou take our place To set us in Thine own? Didst Thou our low estate embrace To lift us to Thy throne? 3. Didst Thou fulfil each righteous deed, God’s perfect will express, That we, th’ unfaithful ones, might plead Thy perfect faithfulness? 4. On Thy pure soul did dread and gloom In that drear garden rise? Are ours the brightness and the bloom Of Thine own Paradise? 5. For Thee the Father’s hidden face? For Thee the bitter cry? For us the Father’s endless grace, The song of victory? 6. Our load of sin and misery Didst Thou, the Sinless, bear? Thy spotless robe of purity Do we, the sinners, wear? 7. Lord Jesus, is it even so? Have we been lovèd thus? What love can we on Thee bestow Who hast exchanged with us? 8. Thou, who our very place didst take, Dwell in our very heart. Thou, who Thy portion ours dost make, Thyself, Thyself, impart. T. H. Gill, 1864. SANCTIFICATION. OBEDIENCE. 331 5, 5, 8, 8, 5, 5 Jesus, still lead on Till our rest be won; And although the way be cheerless, We will follow calm and fearless. Guide us by Thy hand To our fatherland. 2. If the way be drear, If the Foe be near, Let no faithless fears o’ertake us; Let not faith and hope forsake us; For through many a woe To our home we go. 3. When we seek relief From a long-felt grief; When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring; Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more.