1 BESIDE the shore of Galilee A voice was heard across the sea,

A voice at once of tender tone, Yet solemn as an organ's own; And humble fishers, as they heard, Forgot their nets, obeyed its word, Left all, disciples true to be; For Christ had uttered, Follow me. 2 As, seated at the custom's board,

The faithful Levi saw the Lord,
And in his heart the bell was rung
For worship from that fruitful tongue,
He left his trade, he left his gold;
His heart grew large, his breast was bold:
He went disciple true to be,
For Christ had told him, Follow me.
3 And still e'en now we hear that voice.

Hark! silvery strains, Rejoice! rejoice.
Above the clouds, beyond the air,
Up highest heavens' sapphire stair,
Beyond life's gate of mortal bar,
From sky to sky, from star to star,
It quivereth, echoeth, floweth free;
For Christ still calleth, Follow me.

1 MAY I resolve with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward!

2 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.

3 Oh may I never faint nor tire,

Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways! Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise. 568.

Devotion to God.

DODDRIDGE.

1 My gracious God, I own thy right
To every service I can pay;
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates, and obey.

2 What is my being but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a friend?

3 Thy work my feeble age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess Thy love hath animating power.

569. Seeking Pardon and Aid. Ps. 51. WATTS.

1 0 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry!
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

2 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

3 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

4 Oh may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.