Hymn for the Communion, 102 Hymn for the Dying, 104 Death is not Dreadful, 106 Never Forsaken, 109 Thy Father’s Friend, 111 Fear of God and Fear of Man, 113 The Sinners’ Portion, 115 Death-Bed Hymn, 117 Save One! 119 New Year’s Hymn, 121 POEMS. The Indian Maid, 125 Blanche, 136 Pride, 149 A Dream of the Second Advent, 153 HYMNS. I. THE WILLING SACRIFICE. The precious blood of Christ my Lord, The Saviour all-divine, Was shed to cleanse men’s souls from guilt; That blood has flowed for mine! But what return can sinners make For love so great, so free? All is too little, oh! my God, To sacrifice to Thee. If all that I possessed on earth, Before thy feet were laid, Light as the dust the gift would prove In heaven’s balance weighed. The costly treasures of the skies Thou didst resign for me; All is too little, oh! my God, To sacrifice to Thee. But Thou wilt not disdain a heart That would Thy word obey, That loves to own the mighty debt It never hopes to pay. For were each hair upon my head A separate life to be,[1] All were too little, oh! my God, To sacrifice to Thee. II. THE RESURRECTION. The Summer blossoms fast decay Beneath the Autumn’s chilling breath, And man is passing thus away, Touched by the silent hand of Death. Still fading—falling—day by day The withered petals strew the plain, They never more shall deck the spray— But man shall rise again! Behold the bare and leafless tree Blushes in spring to beauty bright; Where the dark root was buried—see The eager floweret springs to light! The sun his gentle influence shed To break cold winter’s icy chain— So God shall wake us from the dead, We all shall rise again! As beauteous day succeeds to night, So glory dawns upon the grave— Praise to the Sun of life and light, Who lived to bless, and died to save! We calmly gaze on life’s dark close, The tomb shall not our forms retain— E’en as our God and Saviour rose His own shall rise again! III. HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.