We would see Jesus! but the wish is faithless; Thou still art with us, who hast loved us well; Thy blessed promise, "I am with you always," Is ever faithful, O Immanuel! --Anna E. Hamilton. "TELL JESUS" When thou wakest in the morning, Ere thou tread the untried way Of the lot that lies before thee, Through the coming busy day, Whether sunbeams promise brightness, Whether dim forebodings fall, Be thy dawning glad or gloomy, Go to Jesus--tell him all! In the calm of sweet communion Let thy daily work be done; In the peace of soul outpouring, Care be banished, patience won; And if earth, with its enchantments, Seek the spirit to enthrall, Ere thou listen, ere thou answer, Turn to Jesus--tell him all. Then, as hour by hour glides by thee, Thou wilt blessed guidance know; Thine own burdens being lightened, Thou canst bear another's woe; Thou canst help the weak ones onward, Thou canst raise up those that fall; But remember, while thou servest, Still tell Jesus--tell him all! And if weariness creep o'er thee As the day wears to its close, Or if sudden fierce temptation Brings thee face to face with foes, In thy weakness, in thy peril, Raise to heaven a trustful call; Strength and calm for every crisis Come--in telling Jesus all. ANYWHERE WITH JESUS Anywhere with Jesus, Says the Christian heart; Let him take me where he will, So we do not part. Always sitting at his feet There's no cause for fears; Anywhere with Jesus, In this vale of tears. Anywhere with Jesus, Though he leadeth me Where the path is rough and long. Where the dangers be; Though he taketh from my heart All I love below, Anywhere with Jesus Will I gladly go. Anywhere with Jesus-- Though he please to bring Into floods or fiercest flames, Into suffering; Though he bid me work or wait, Only bear for him-- Anywhere with Jesus, This shall be my hymn. Anywhere with Jesus; For it cannot be Dreary, dark, or desolate When he is with me; He will love me to the end, Every need supply; Anywhere with Jesus, Should I live or die. OUR ROCK If life's pleasures cheer thee, Give them not thy heart, Lest the gifts ensnare thee From thy God to part; His praises speak, his favor seek, Fix there thy hope's foundation, Love him, and he shall ever be The Rock of thy salvation. If sorrow e'er befall thee, Painful though it be, Let not fear appall thee: To thy Saviour flee; He, ever near, thy prayer will hear, And calm thy perturbation; The waves of woe shall ne'er o'erflow The Rock of thy salvation.