I could not do without Him! Jesus is more to me Than all the richest, fairest gifts Of earth could ever be. But the more I find Him precious-- And the more I find Him true-- The more I long for you to find What He can be to you.
You need not do without Him, For He is passing by, He is waiting to be gracious, Only waiting for your cry: He is waiting to receive you-- To make you all His own! Why will you do without Him, And wander on alone?
Why will you do without Him? Is He not kind indeed? Did He not die to save you? Is He not all you need? Do you not want a Saviour? Do you not want a Friend? One who will love you faithfully, And love you to the end?
Why will you do without Him? The Word of God is true! The world is passing to its doom-- And you are passing too. It may be no to-morrow Shall dawn on you or me; Why will you run the awful risk Of all eternity?
What will you do without Him, In the long and dreary day Of trouble and perplexity, When you do not know the way, And no one else can help you, And no one guides you right, And hope comes not with morning, And rest comes not with night?
You could not do without Him, If once He made you see The fetters that enchain you, Till He hath set you free. If once you saw the fearful load Of sin upon your soul; The hidden plague that ends in death, Unless He makes you whole!
What will you do without Him, When death is drawing near? Without His love--the only love That casts out every fear; When the shadow-valley opens, Unlighted and unknown, And the terrors of its darkness Must all be passed alone!
What will you do without Him, When the great white throne is set, And the Judge who never can mistake, And never can forget,-- The Judge whom you have never here As Friend and Saviour sought, Shall summon you to give account Of deed and word and thought?
What will you do without Him, When He hath shut the door, And you are left outside, because You would not come before? When it is no use knocking, No use to stand and wait; For the word of doom tolls through your heart That terrible 'Too late!'
You cannot do without Him! There is no other name By which you ever _can_ be saved, No way, no hope, no claim! Without Him--everlasting loss Of love, and life, and light! Without Him--everlasting woe, And everlasting night.
But with Him--oh! _with Jesus_! Are any words so blest? With Jesus, everlasting joy And everlasting rest! With Jesus--all the empty heart Filled with His perfect love; With Jesus--perfect peace below, And perfect bliss above.
Why should you do without Him? It is not yet too late; He has not closed the day of grace, He has not shut the gate. He calls you! hush! He calls you! He would not have you go Another step without Him, Because He loves you so.
Why will you do without Him? He calls and calls again-- 'Come unto Me! Come unto Me!' Oh, shall He call in vain? He wants to have you with Him; Do you not want Him too? You cannot do without Him, And He wants--even you.
Church Missionary Jubilee Hymn.
'He shall see of the travail of His soul, and shall be satisfied.'--Isa. liii. 11.
Rejoice with Jesus Christ to-day, All ye who love His holy sway! The travail of His soul is past, He shall be satisfied at last.
Rejoice with Him, rejoice indeed! For He shall see His chosen seed. But ours the trust, the grand employ, To work out this divinest joy.
Of all His own He loseth none, They shall be gathered one by one; He gathereth the smallest grain, His travail shall not be in vain.
Arise and work! arise and pray That He would haste the dawning day! And let the silver trumpet sound, Wherever Satan's slaves are found.
The vanquished foe shall soon be stilled, The conquering Saviour's joy fulfilled, Fulfilled in us, fulfilled in them, His crown, His royal diadem.
Soon, soon our waiting eyes shall see The Saviour's mighty Jubilee! His harvest joy is filling fast, He shall be satisfied at last.
A Happy New Year to You!
New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way; New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day; New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight, New praise in the morning, new songs in the night, New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise; New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise; New gifts from His treasures, new smiles from His face; New streams from the Fountain of infinite grace; New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love; New gleams of the glory that waits thee above; New light of His countenance, full and unpriced; All this be the joy of thy new life in Christ!
Another Year.
Another year is dawning! Dear Master, let it be In working or in waiting, Another year with Thee.
Another year of leaning Upon Thy loving breast, Of ever-deepening trustfulness, Of quiet, happy rest.
Another year of mercies, Of faithfulness and grace; Another year of gladness In the shining of Thy face.
Another year of progress, Another year of praise; Another year of proving Thy presence 'all the days.'