3 I gaze upon the opening flower, Just moistened with the evening shower; And bless the love which made it bloom, To chase away my transient gloom. 4 I think, whene’er this mortal frame Returns again to whence it came, My soul shall wing its happy flight To regions of eternal light. 338 L. M. Christ the soul’s portion. Let thoughtless thousands choose the road That leads the soul away from God; This happiness, blest Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely thine. 2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, From him my life, my all receive; To him devote my fleeting hours, Serve him alone with all my powers. 3 Christ is my everlasting all; To him I look, on him I call; He will my every want supply In time and through eternity. 4 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear; Soon shall I end my trials here; Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain; To live is Christ, to die is gain. 339 L. M. God calling yet. God calling yet! shall I not hear? Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life’s swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumbers lie? 2 God calling yet! shall I not rise? Can I his loving voice despise, And basely his kind care repay? He calls me still: can I delay? 3 God calling yet! and shall he knock, And I my heart the closer lock? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare his Spirit grieve? 4 God calling yet! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live? I wait, but he does not forsake; He calls me still! my heart, awake! 5 God calling yet! I can not stay; My heart I yield without delay; Vain world, farewell! from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart. 340 L. M. Christ the Redeemer and Judge. Now to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honors paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 2 ’Twas he who cleansed us from our sins, And washed us in his precious blood; ’Tis he who makes us priests and kings, And brings us, rebels, near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our eternal King, Be everlasting power confessed; Let every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move; Though with our sins we pierced him once, Now he displays his pardoning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the day: Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, Nor let the chariot long delay. 341 L. M. Self-abasement.