There, there we find a point of perfect rest
And glorious safety. There we see

His thoughts to usward, thoughts of peace
That stoop in tenderest love; that still increase
With increase of our need; that never change;
That never fail, or falter, or forget.
O pity infinite!

O royal mercy free!

O gentle climax of the depth and height Of God's most precious thoughts, most wonderful, most strange!

"For I am poor and needy, yet

The Lord Himself, Jehovah, thinketh upon me."

CONSECRATION HYMN.

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and "beautiful" for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.

Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my intellect, and use

Every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.

Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.

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This is all! and yet the way

Marked by Him who loves thee best; Secret of a happy day,

Secret of His promised rest.

THE UNFAILING ONE.

He who hath led will lead

All through the wilderness;

He who hath fed will feed;

He who hath blessed will bless;
He who hath heard thy cry
Will never close His ear;

He who hath marked thy faintest sigh,
Will not forget thy tear.

He loveth always, faileth never;
So rest on Him to-day, forever.

He who hath made thee whole
Will heal thee day by day;
He who hath spoken to thy soul
Hath many things to say;
He who hath gently taught

Yet more will make thee know;
He who so wondrously hath wrought
Yet greater things will show.
He loveth always, faileth never;
So rest on Him to-day, forever.