"Now I see!"  But not the parting
Of the melting earth and sky,

Bonnie wee Eric!  I have sat beside the evening fire,
And listened to the leaping flame still darting keenly higher,

'This same Jesus!' Oh! how sweetly
   Fall those words upon the ear,

Leave behind earth's empty pleasure,
   Fleeting hope and changeful love;

I gave My life for thee,
My precious blood I shed,

Master, speak!  Thy servant heareth,
Waiting for Thy gracious word,

Oh, for "a desert place" with only the Master's smile!
Oh for the "coming apart" with only His "rest awhile!"

Yes! He knows the way is dreary,
   Knows the weakness of our frame,

Whom hear we tell of all the joy which
loving Faith can bring,

To whom, O Saviour, shall we go
For life, and joy, and light?

I bring my sins to Thee, 
The sins I cannot count, 

Not yet thou knowest what I do,
O feeble child of earth,

"Not your own!" but His ye are,
Who hath paid a price untold

"What wouldst thou be?"
The question hath wakened wild thoughts in me,

"Oh, that I loved the Father
With depth of conscious love,

Is this the Peace of God, this strange, sweet calm?
The weary day is at its zenith still,

Made for Thyself, O God!
Made for Thy love, Thy service, Thy delight;

I love to feel that I am taught,
And, as a little child,

Lord, is it still the right way, though I cannot see Thy face,
Though I do not feel Thy presence and Thine all-sustaining grace?

"You bear the chalice." Is it so, my friend?
Have I indeed a chalice of sweet song,

With quivering heart and trembling will
The word hath passed Thy lips,

Jesus, Master, whom I serve,
Though so feebly and so ill,

 Whose I Am
Jesus, Master, whose I am, 

She is at rest,
In God's own presence blest,

Oh for a burst of song,
Exultant, deep, and strong,

Many a voice has echoed the cry for "a lull in life,"
Fainting under the noontide, fainting under the strife.

Thine eyes shall see!  Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,
Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee,

O Master, at Thy feet
I bow in rapture sweet;

An April burst of beauty,
And a May like the Mays of old,

O the wealth of pearly blossom! O the woodland's emerald gleam!
O the welcome, welcome sunshine on the diamond-sparkling stream!

Oh to be nearer Thee, my Saviour
Oh to be filled with Thy sweet grace,

There is sultry gloom on the mountain's brow
     And a sultry glow beneath;

"God's everlasting love!  What wouldst thou more?"
O true and tender friend, well hast thou spoken.

Who shall tell our untold need, 
   Deeply felt, though scarcely known! 

Who shall tell our untold need,
Deeply felt, though scarcely known!

I could not do without Thee, 
O Saviour of the lost, 

I have a smile my friends to greet, 
Hearty and pleasant for all I meet, 

Mark ye not the sunbeams glancing
Through the cool green shade,

Thanks be to God! to whom earth owes
Sunshine and breeze,

Oh! to raise a mighty shout,
And bid the sleepers all come out!

They say there is a hollow, safe and still,
A point of coolness and repose

"This same Jesus!"  Oh! how sweetly
Fall those words upon the ear,

What is the first and simplest praise,
The universal debt,

Leave behind earth's empty pleasure,
Fleeting hope and changeful love;

'Tis fully known to ONE, by us yet dimly seen,
The blessing thou HAST BEEN;

They said their texts, and their hymns
they sang

Yes!  He knows the way is dreary,
Knows the weakness of our frame,

Return!
O wanderer from My side!

What will the summer bring?
Sunshine and flowers,