360 C. M. Whoso forsaketh not all that he hath. Luke 14:33. And must I part with all I have, Jesus, my Lord! for thee? This is my joy, since thou hast done Much more than this for me. 2 Yes, let it go; one look from thee Will more than make amends For all the losses I sustain Of credit, riches, friends. 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, How worthless they appear, Compared with thee, supremely good, Divinely bright and fair. 4 Saviour of souls! while I from thee A single smile obtain, Though destitute of all things else, I’ll glory in my gain. 361 C. M. A plea for mercy. Mercy alone can meet my case, For mercy, Lord, I cry; Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face In mercy, or I die. 2 I perish, and my doom were just; But wilt thou leave me? No! I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust; I will not let thee go. 3 To thee, thee only, will I cleave; Thy word is all my plea; That word is truth, and I believe— Have mercy, Lord, on me. 362 C. M. It is I: be not afraid. Matt. 14:27. When I sink down in gloom or fear, Hope blighted or delayed, Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer, “’Tis I: be not afraid!” 2 Or, startled at some sudden blow, If fretful thoughts I feel, “Fear not, it is but I!” shall flow As balm my wound to heal. 3 Nor will I quit thy way, though foes Some onward pass defend; From each rough voice the watchword goes, “Be not afraid! ... a friend!” 4 And O! when judgment’s trumpet clear Awakes me from the grave, Still in its echo may I hear, “’Tis Christ! he comes to save.” 363 C. P. M. Christ our only hope. Desponding soul, O cease thy woe; Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go, In faith’s appointed way; Let not thy unbelieving fears Still hold thee back—thy Saviour hears— From him no longer stay. 2 No works of thine can e’er impart A balm to heal thy wounded heart, Or solid comfort give; Turn, then, to him who freely gave His precious blood thy soul to save: E’en now he bids thee live. 3 Helpless and lost, to Jesus fly! His power and love are ever nigh To those who seek his face; Thy deepest guilt on him was laid; He bore thy sins, thy ransom paid; O, haste to share his grace. 364 S. M. You shall find rest for your souls. Matt. 11:29.