Thyself hast call'd me by my name, Look on Thy hands and read it there. But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou? Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free;
I never will unloose my hold;
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am.
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long?

I rise superior to my pain;

When I am weak, then I am strong! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail!

Yield to me now, for I am weak,

But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquered by my instant prayer.
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if Thy name is Love.

'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me;
I hear Thy whisper in my heart!
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure universal love Thou art.

To me, to all, thy bowels move:

Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;

Through faith I see Thee face to face;
I see Thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove:
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art;
Jesus, the fecble sinner's friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end.
Thy mercies never shall remove:
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath rose with healing on His wings; Withered my nature's strength, from Thee

My soul its life and succor brings. My help is all laid up above:

Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

Contented now, upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I

On Thee alone for strength depend. Nor have I power from Thee to move: Thy nature and Thy name is love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey;

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;

leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, fly home;

Through all eternity to prove

Thy nature and Thy name is love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

MINE AND THINE.

LL that I was — my sin, my guilt,
My death was all my own;
All that I am, I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

The evil of my former state
Was mine and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine and only Thine.

The darkness of my former state,.
The bondage all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty is Thine.

Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
It taught mo to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live,

All that I am, even here on earth,

All that I hope to be,

When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,

I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

HORATIUS BONAR.