"LOOKING UNTO JESUS."

Thou, Lord, my path shalt choose, And my Guide be! What shall I fear to lose While I have Thee? This be my portion blest, On my Redeemer's breast, In peaceful trust to rest: He cares for me! Shall I then, choose my way? Never, oh, no! I, a creature of a day, What can I know? What dread perplexity, Then would encompass me; Now I can look to Thee, Thou orderest so! This lightens every cross, Cheers every ill; Suffer I grief or loss, It is Thy will! Who can make no mistake, Chooseth the way I take, He who can ne'er forsake, Holds my hand still! Sweet words of peace and love Christ whispers me! Bearing my soul above Life's troubled sea! This be my portion blest, On my Redeemer's breast, In peaceful trust to rest: He cares for me! Christ died my love to win, Christ is my tower! He will be with me in Each trying hour! He makes the wounded whole, He will my heart console, He will uphold my soul By His own power! To Thee, the only, Wise, Whatever be, I will lift up mine eyes Joyful in Thee! This be my portion blest, On my Redeemer's breast In peaceful trust to rest: He cares for me! —From the German.