In the morning, Jesus, Manifest thy love,-- Peace, and power, and blessing, Bringing from above. In the morning, Jesus, Show thy cross to me; Then, dear Lord, I’ll suffer Cheerfully for thee. Every morning, Jesus, Every evening, bless; Shelter me forever With thy righteousness. * * * * * In the morning, Jesus, When thy saints shall rise, Bring me, with the blessed, Into Paradise. PENITENTIAL. At thy cross; O Christ, to thee Low I bow the suppliant knee; Cast, O, cast me not away,-- Help a fainting soul to pray. Sinful, sorrowful, I wait For a look compassionate; Surely thou wilt pity one So forsaken and undone. Tell me, Jesus, if it be That thy blood was shed for me; In thy wounds, O, let me see Pardon, peace, and purity! From the uttermost degree Of a sinner’s misery, Mighty Victor, rescue me; Set my captive spirit free. O that I might have a place In the kingdom of thy grace! There the penitent are blest,-- There the weary are at rest. Saviour, may I call thee mine? Yes,--for thou dost own me thine; Lo, ’tis written in my heart-- Mine, forever mine, thou art. Unto thee be glory given Evermore in earth and heaven; Be thy name by all adored, Holy, holy, holy Lord! “FAINT, YET PURSUING.” Breathe on us thy benediction, Lord of glory, Prince of Peace! Comfort us in our affliction, Bid our fears and doubtings cease. Shepherd of our souls and Saviour, Who, alone, the wine press trod, Well thou knowest the world’s behavior, Man of sorrows, Lamb of God! Therefore, in their tribulation, Turn thy weary saints to thee, Seeking, in thy sure salvation, Peace and power and victory. Strangers here, and pilgrims lowly, Eagerly we follow thee, Longing to be with the holy Who in heaven thy glory see. Often faint, yet still pursuing, All thy footsteps would we trace, Day by day our hope renewing, Till we see thee face to face. There, thy glorious throne surrounding,-- Every pain and peril past,-- We will sing thy grace abounding, _More than conquerors at last_. SALUS PER CHRISTUM. Come, thou Desire of nations, come, And make thy promised kingdom sure; Establish in our hearts the throne Which shall eternally endure. In poverty and pain we wait Thy glorious coming from above; Make haste, O Christ, compassionate, Make haste, make haste, Immortal Love! Come, in thy plenitude of grace, And satisfy thy people’s need; Come, in the greatness of thy strength, And make us, Jesus, free indeed.