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T h e K i n g ’ s B u s i n e s s
August 1932
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What Should I Do, My Saviour Dear? “ Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matt. 11:28) What should I do, my Saviour dear, But for Thine open arms? How blessed is their welcome rest Amid the world’s alarms! How surely have they sheltered me, Supported, soothed, caressed; How sweetly have they gathered me, As hen, her chicks to nest! What should I do, my Saviour dear, But for Thy saving grace? When sore temptations buffet me | Thou art my hiding place; I know there’s nothing I need dread, My sorrows Thou hast borne, And clouds that now o’ercast the sky Will vanish with the morn. What should I do, my Saviour dear, Without Thy written Word? How truly in the sacred page Thy loving voice is heard! When sad and weary to its store O f precious things I go, And never fail some gem to find From Him who planned it so. What should I do when earth recedes, Without Thy promise sure? A place prepared, reserved for me, Upon the other shore: I bless Thee that Thine open arms Were not outstretched in vain, And when Thou calledst, “ Come to me,’’ O Saviour dear, I came! —E dith L. H ennessay , in The Life o f Faith.
His Face to See B y D innie M c D ole H ayes God’s little child am I, In need o f help and grace; And like a child, I ask That I may see His face. Thou saidst, “ Seek my face’’ ; Thy face, Lord, will I seek; Thy countenance is strength, And power when I am weak. May no dark cloud o f sin Hide Thy dear face from me, That glory in my soul Forever may I see. Oh love, oh joy, oh peace, Oh blessed comfort, while I know Thy presence here, And look upon Thy smile! How. dark and cold the soul, Who misses o f that grace! How blest, the life that sees The shining o f Thy face!
His Peace B y A lice E. S herwood “ Peace I leave with yoT( my peace I give unto you” (John 14:27). Not the peace o f sunny skies, Tranquil in their blue, Calm in sweet serenity, Was the peace He knew. But amid the hurricane, O f men’s ruthless art, Jesus knew the settled peace O f a trusting heart. When my life is turbulent, Feeling strain and test, Then my spirit takes from Him Quietness and rest; As the storm clouds shroud my way, In the Father’ s will, Jesus keeps me, by His grace, Unafraid and still. Oh, His peace! depending not On life’s circumstance, Undisturbed by warfare grim, Satan’s dart or lance, Never failing in the fray, Knowing no surcease, Precious, precious heritage, Is the Saviour’s peace!
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