My soul followeth hard after Thee."— Psa/m Ixiii 8. I LOOK to Thee ! I hope in Thee ! I glory in Thy name ! I make Thy righteousness my plea, Thou all-atoning Lamb ! Methinks e'en death yfiW welcome be, That I, through death, may pass to Thee. Though now but " darkly through a glass " Thy beauty I behold, E'en the faint image I can trace Fills me with joy untold; May I but catch one glimpse of Thee, None, none beside I ask to see. " Thou art my portion," saith' my soul. My all in earth or heaven ; None but Thyself can make me whole, No name but Thine is given At which the gates of pearl fly wide — The passport of the justified. I know Thy voice — I strive to keep Thy Word within my heart; Though the most worthless of Thy sheep, Still Thou my Shepherd art; Firm as a rock that word shall stand, None, none shall pluck me from Thy hand. "Without repentance are Thy gifts;" This thought my hope sustains. In deep distress my soul uplifts, When sin the victory gains ; My faith, though weak, shall never fail ; Thy prayer shall e'en for me prevail. When I Thy glory shall behold, And see Thee face to face, Sheltered in Thy celestial fold, "A sinner saved by grace," What will it be Thy love to adore, Assured I shall " go out no more ?"