4 I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him. 5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light; Look unto me; thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." 6 I looked to Jesus, and I found, In him my Star, my Sun; And, in that light of life, I'll walk Till traveling days are done. Horatius Bonar, 1857. 335 Dennis. S.M. _The Lord's Guardianship._ (855) How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care. 2 His bounty will provide; His saints securely dwell; That hand which bears creation up, Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, And peace and comfort find. 4 His Goodness Stands approved, Unchanged from day to day; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 336 Dennis. S.M. _Grace.--Eph. 2:8._ (744) Grace! 'tis a charming sound Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone; And well deserves the praise. Philip Doddridge, 1755. 337 Dennis. S.M. _Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3._ (742) Behold what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Savior there, We shall be like our Head. 3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. 4 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 5 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry And thou the kindred own. Isaac Watts, 1707. 338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s. _Memorial of Praise._ (617) Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it, Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God, He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.