Language of the Christian.
By L. E. Millne
I WANT a heart by grace renewed,
To follow in the narrow way,
Which Jesus in his word has showed,
That leads to that bright, endless day.
When friends forsake and turn from me,
I want a refuge, Christ, in thee;
I want a shelter near thy side,
Where safe from storms I may abide. Then hate and scorn well pleased I'll bear,
And all reproach endure while here;
In Jesus' sufferings gladly share,
For with his presence will be cheer.
Then on I'll go and bear a part,
Rejoicing still with all my heart,
That I am found with those who hate
The worldly path which sinners take. All God's commands I would obey,
Renounce the world with all its pride,
That I may not be led astray,
Nor from the path be turned aside.
I want, O Lord, strength from above,
To keep me in the path I love,
To watch each word from day to day,
And without ceasing ever pray. I want a mansion bright and fair,
A glorious dwelling far above,
Which Jesus will himself prepare
For those who his appearing love.
I must be there, I must be there,
And in those glorious mansions share;
Farewell, farewell, vain world, good bye,
For heaven I long, I pant, I sigh.
L. E. MILLNE.
St. Charles, Mich.