3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh! bear me safe above, A ransomed soul! Ray Palmer, 1830. 308 New Haven. 6s & 4s. _Jesus, My Lord._ (586) Jesus, thy name I love, All other names above, Jesus, my Lord! Oh, thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord! 2 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord! 3 Soon thou wilt come again! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord! J.G. Deck, 1837. 309 Every Day and Hour. P.M. _Nearness to Christ._ Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging, clinging close to thee; Let thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near thy side. Cho.--Every day, every hour, Let me feel thy cleansing power; May thy tender love to me; Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. 2 Thro' this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting thee, I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way. 3 Let me love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul is lost in love, In a brighter, brighter world above. Fanny J. Crosby. 310 Bethany. 6s & 4s. _Love to Christ Desired._ (584) More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee: This is my earnest plea-- More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee! 2 Once earthly joy I craved-- Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek: Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be-- More love, O Christ, to thee; More love to thee! 3 Then shall my latest breath Whisper thy praise; This be the parting cry My heart shall raise-- This still its prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee! Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869. 311 Bethany. 6s & 4s. _Nearer to God._ (709) Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee; E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me. Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to thee,-- Nearer to thee. 2 Though like the wanderer The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet, in my dreams, I'd be Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee. 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou send'st to me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee. 4 Or if, on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee. Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.