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Herbert,
1559-1633¡^²Ä¤@Ó¤H¬O¦ó§B¯S¡A¦]¥L¦b¼C¾ô¤j¾Ç¨ü¹L±Ð¨|¡A¤f¤~¦n¡A©Ô¤B¤å×¾i¤S¥X²³¡]¨º®É·¾³q»y¤å¬O©Ô¤B¤å¡^¡A³q±`¦¨¬°¾Ç®Õªº¥Nªí¡A¤@¤è±¥Nªí¾Ç®Õ¥X¥~ºtÁ¿¡A¤S¥Nªí¾Ç®Õ±µ«Ý³X«È¡APÅwªïµü¡C©Ò¥H¤Z¯à§@¾Ç®Õ¥Nªíªº¡A³£¬O¾Ç®Õ¸Ì³ÌÀu¨qªº¾Ç¥Í¡C¦ó§B¯S´N¬O¾Ç®Õªº¥Nªí¡A¦ý¯««o´z¿ï¥L¡A¸Ë³Æ¥L¡C¨ºÓ®ÉÔªº^¤ý¬O¸â©i¤h¤@¥@¡]King
James
I¡^¡A¦³¤@¤Ñ¡A¥L©¹¼C¾ô¤j¾Ç°ÑÆ[¡A¦ó§B¯S¦ÛµM¦¨¤F±µ«Ýªº¥Nªí¡C¬Ó«Ò¤@¬Ý¨£¥L¡A¤j¬°½àÃÑ¡A»{¬°¥L·|¬O^°ê³Ì¦nªº¥~¥æ¤H¤~¡An·Ç³Æ½Ð¥L§@¾n¥~°êªº¤j¨Ï¡C¦ý¯«¤£n¥L§@¤j¨Æ¡A¯«n¥L§â¤@¨Ç³Ì¦nªº¸Öºq¯dµ¹Í¢ªº±Ð·|¡C©Ò¥H¥Lªº¹Ú·QÁÙ¨S¦³¦¨¥\¡A¬Ó«Ò´N¾r±Y¤F¡C´NµÛ^°ê¤å¾Ç©M^¤å¸Öºq¨Ó»¡¡A¦ó§B¯Sªº¸Ö¬O³Ì¦ªº¸Ö¡A¥iºÙ¬°º©}¤@«üªº¸Ö¤H¡C¯«¤]¨Ï¥Î¥L¼g¤F«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡AÀ°§U¤F³\¦h¤H¡C¥Lªº¸Ö¬O³ÌÄÝÆFªº¸Ö¡A¹ï«á¨Óªº¸Ö¤H¼vÅT·¥¤j¡C¥u¬O¥Lªº¸Ö¤Ó¸Ö¤Ó¬ü¤F¡A¥u¯à°÷®Ô»w¡A¥u¯à°÷ªY½à¡F¤H¯à·Pı¨ì¸Ì±ªº¬ü¦n¨ý¹D¡A«o«ÜÃø°Û¡C²{¦CÁ|¤Tº¸Ö¡A¥H¨Ñ°Ñ¦Ò¡C²Ä¤@º¡G1.
Come, my Way, my
Truth, my Life: Such a way as
gives us breath; Such
a
truth as ends all
strife, Such a life as killeth death.2. Come, my
Light, my Feast, my
Strength: Such
a light as shows a feast, Such
a feast
as mends in length, Such a
strength as makes his guest.3. Come,
my Joy,
my Love, my Heart: Such
a joy as none can move, Such
a love as none can
part, Such a heart as joys in love.²Ä¤Gº¡G1. Let all the world in
every corner sing, my God and
King! The heavens are not too high, His
praise may thither
fly, The earth is not too low,
His praises there may
grow. Let all the world in every
corner sing, my God and
King!2. Let
all
the world in every
corner sing, my God and King! The church with
psalms must shout, no door can
keep them out; But,
above all, the heart
must bear the
longest part. Let
all the world in every corner sing, my
God and King!²Ä¤Tº¡G1. Teach me, my God and King, In
all things Thee to
see, And what I do in
anything To do it as for Thee.2. To scorn the
senses?sway, While still to Thee I
tend: In
all I do be Thou the Way, In
all be Thou the
End.3. All may of Thee
partake; Nothing so small can be
But draws, when acted
for Thy sake, Greatness
and worth from Thee.4. If
done to obey Thy
laws, EÕen servile labors shine; Hallowed
is toil, if
this the cause, The meanest work divine.¬ù¿«±ö»¹¡]John Mason,
1643?-1694¡^¬ù¿«±ö»¹²`¨ü¦ó§B¯Sªº¼vÅT¡A«Ü§Æ±æ¯à§â¦ó§B¯Sªº¸Ö§Ë¦¨¥i¥H°Ûªº¡C©Ò¥H¡A¯u¥¿²Ä¤@Ó^°ê¤H§â¸Ö¼g¤U¨Ó¡A¯à°÷Åý¤j®a¤@°_°Ûªº¡A¤£¬O¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡A¤D¬O¬ù¿«±ö»¹¡F¥H¼»µØ¯÷¤D¬Oµo´¥ú¤jªÌ¡C¬ù¿«±ö»¹¤]¬O¼vÅT¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº²Ä¤GÓ¤Hª«¡C¬ù¿«±ö»¹¤]¼g¤F¦n´Xº¸Öºq¡A¥u¥i±¤§Ú̱`¥Îªº¸Ö¥»¸Ì«o¨S¦³¡A²{¦C¥X¨ä¤@¡G1.
IÕve found the Pearl of
greatest price, My heart
doth sing for joy; And
sing I must, for
Christ is mine; Christ shall
my song employ.2. Christ
is my Prophet,
Priest, and King; A Prophet
full of light, My great High
Priest before the
throne, My King of heavÕnly might.3. For He indeed is
Lord of lords, And He the King of kings; He is the Sun of
righteousness, With healing in His wings.4. Christ is
my Peace; He died for me, For
me He gave His
blood; And as my
wondrous Sacrifice, Offered
Himself to
God.5. Christ Jesus is my All in all, My Comfort and my Love, My Life
below, and He shall
be My Joy and Crown
above.¨ä¹ê¦³«Ü¦h¥j¦Ñªº¸Öºq¬O«Ü¦nªº¡A¦]¬°§Ú̱q¨Ó¨S¦³°Û¹L¡A¹ï§Ų́ӻ¡´N¬O·sºq¡AÀ³·í°_¨Ó±µ¨ü¡u¥j¸Ö·sĶ¡vªº¬D¾Ô¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷´N¬OÃM¦b³o¨Ç§Ì¥SªºªÓ»H¤W¡A¥J²Ó¾\Ū¥L̪º¸Ö¡A¥[¥H¬ã¨s©M®ø¤Æ¡A©Ò¥H¯à¼g¥XÀu¬üªº¸Öºq¨Ó¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¦Û¤v»¡¡G¥L«Ü³ßÅw±ö»¹ªº¸Öºq¡A§Æ±æ¤]¯à°÷¦³¤@ºØ¹³¥L¨º¼Ë·Å©Mªº·®æ¡C¦³¤@¦ì§Ì¥Sµû½×¥H¼»µØ¯÷©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq®É¡Aµ¹¥L«Ü¤jªºÆgÅA¡F¤£¹L¤]§åµû¥L¼g±o¤Ó¦h¤F¡C¥L¤@¦@¼g¤F¤»¦Êº¸Ö¡A¦¨¤F¦h²£¸Ö¤H¡A©Ò¥H¤ô·Ç¦³°Ñ®t¡A¦³¨Ç¸Ö«Ü°ª¡A¦ý¦³¨Ç¸Ö«o¤Ó²Ê»sÀݳy¤F¡C¦³¤@¦ì¸Öºqµû½×®a»{¬°¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¤»¦Ê¦hº¸Ö¡A¨S¦³¤@º¹F¨ì±ö»¹ªº¼Ð·Ç¡I¤µ¤Ñ§ÚÌ¥uª¾¹D¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡A«o¤£ª¾¹D¬ù¿«±ö»¹¡CµM¦Ó¯«¨Ï¥Î¥H¼»µØ¯÷¤§«e¡AÍ¢¤w¸g¬°¥L¹w³Æ¤F´XÓ¤H¡A¨Ï¥L±oµÛÀ°§U¡C¬_ù´µ°Ò¡]Samuel
Crossman,
1624-1683¡^¥t¤@Ó¼vÅT¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¤H¬O¬_ù´µ°Ò¡C§Ú̧ä¨ì¥L©Ò¼gªº¤@º¸Ö¡uMy Song Is Love Unknown¡v¡A¤]§ä¨ì¤@Ó¤¤¤å͵ü¡u³o·R¡v¡C1.
¥D·R¬O§Ú¸Öºq¡A³o·R¯uÃøz»¡¡A ·R¬O¦p¦¹ªøÁï¡A³ºÁ{¤£³ô¦p§Ú¡F
®@¡A§Ú¬O½Ö¡HÍ¢³º¬°§Ú¨üºÉ§é¿i¡A¬y¥X¦å¤ô¡C2. ºJ±óºaÄ£¤Ñ®x¡A¬°¨Ó¦¨¥\±ÏÅ«¡F
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´¿´X¦ó®É¡H¡u°vÍ¢¤Q¬[¡vÁn¼R¤OºÜ¡A¬°³BÍ¢¦º¡C4. ¥LÌ©w·N°Å°£¡AÍ¢³o¥Í©R¤§¥D¡F
¹çÄ@ÄÀ©ñ¥û®{¡A¹çÄ@¬y¦åµL¶d¡F Í¢«o°íè¡A²@¤£¬ÈÁסA¬°±Ï¤³¼Ä¡A±q®e©R³à¡C5.
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¤Ñ¬OÍ¢®y¡A¹Ó¬O§Ú¥÷¡A¬°¬I±Ï®¦¡AÍ¢³º½öª×¡C6. §Ún¤ÞÁnºq°Û¡A³o¬O¦óµ¥¬G¨Æ¡F Í¢¨ü¦óµ¥Ã@¶Ë¡A§Ú±o¦óµ¥Âåªv¡F
Í¢¬O§Ú¥D¡A§Úªº·R¥D¡A§Ú¬OÍ¢ÄÝ¡AÍ¢ªº¥£¹²¡C1. My song is love unknown, My
SaviourÕs love to me; Love to the loveless
shown, That
they might lovely
be. O who am I, that
for my sake My
Lord should take frail flesh and
die?2. He came from His blest throne Salvation to
bestow; But
men made
strange, and none The longed-for Christ would know: But 0! my Friend, my
Friend indeed, Who at my need His life did
spend.3. Sometimes
they strew
His way, And His sweet praises sing; Resounding
all the day Hosannas to
their King: Then ÔCrucify!?is all their
breath, And
for His death they
thirst and cry.4. Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes
this rage and
spite? He made the lame to run, He gave the blind their sight, Sweet
injuries! Yet they
at these Themselves
displease, and Ôgainst Him rise.5.
They rise and needs
will have My
dear Lord made away; A
murderer they
save, The Prince of life they slay, Yet cheerful He
to suffering goes,
That He His foes
from thence might free.6. In life,
no house, no home My
Lord on earth might
have; In death, no friendly tomb, But
what a
stranger gave. What may I say? HeavÕn was His home; But mine
the tomb wherein
He lay.7. Here
might I stay and sing, No
story so divine; Never
was
love, dear King! Never was grief like Thine. This
is my Friend, in Whose
sweet praise I all my days could
gladly
spend.²ÓŪ³oº¸Ö¬O§_¥O§ÚÌÅå³Y¡H¦bH¼»µØ¯÷¥H«e¡A³ºµM¦³³o»ò¬ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡CÃø©Ç¥H¼»µØ¯÷¨ü¥Lªº¼vÅT¨º»ò²`¡C¬_ù´µ°Ò²¦·~©ó¼C¾ô¤j¾Ç¡Aªø¦~¦b¤£¦C´µÅM¡]Bristol¡^¨Æ©^¡C¥|¤Q·³®É¡A¥Xª©¥Lªº¸Ö¶°¡G¡m«C¦~ªºÀq·Q¡n¡]Young
ManÕs Meditad on¡^¡C¥q´°¤D¯S¡]Joseph Stennett,
1663-1713¡^²Ä¤TÓ¼vÅT¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¤H¬O¥q´°¤D¯S¡C¦b¸Öºq¾ú¥v¸Ì±¦³¨âÓ¥q´°¤D¯S¡A¤@Ó¬O¥L¡A¤@Ó¬O¥Lªº®]¨à¡C¥L̬OÓ¸Öºq¥@®a¡A¯«¹ê¦b¨Ï¥Î³oÓ®a¡C³o§Ì¥S˼¦³¾Ç°Ý¡A¤S¬OÛ´°®û«H·|ªºªª®v¡A¥L¬ù¼g¤F¤T¤Q¦Ü¤¤Qº¸Öºq¡C¯÷¦C¥X¨ä¤¤¤@º¡G§Úªº±Ï¥D¡A§A·R¦ó¥H³o¯u¡I³o¼e¡I³o©_¡I¤£µM¡A§Ú¤ß¡B§Ú©R¡B§Ú¤O¡A¨ºªÖ§¹¥þÂk§A¡IO
blessed Saviour, is
Thy loveSo great, so full, so free?Fain would we
have our thoughts,
our hearts,Our lives, engaged with
Thee.§ÚÌY»{Ãѱз|¾ú¥v¡A·|§Æ©_«ç»ò¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¦³¤H·|¼g¨º»ò¦nªº¸Öºq¡H¨ºÓ®ÉÔªº¯u²z¤£¬O¨º»ò²M·¡¡A¸g¾ú¨S¦³¨º»ò¦h¡C¨Ã¥B¦b¸Öºq¸Ì±¡AÆg¬üªº¸Öºq³ÌÃø¼g¡FY¼g¤£¦n¡A«K¹³µL¯f©D§u¡C©Ò¥H¡A¼gÆg¬ü¸Öºqªº¤Hn¦³±Ò¥Ü¡An¦³¬Ý¨£¡A¤~¯à§â·Pı±a¥X¨Ó¡A¤£PµL¯f©D§u¡C³o¨Ç¸Öºq¥ýÂߪº½T¬Ý¨£¤@ÓªF¦è¡AµM«á§â¥¦¼g¤U¨Ó¡F¨ä¤¤ªº»y®ð¡A¨Ï§Ṵ۪́º®ÉÔ¡A¤ß¤£¥i¯à¤£¸ò¤W¥h¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¦Û¤v¤]©Ó»{¡A¥L«Ü¦h¥y¤l³£¬O±q¥q´°¤D¯S¨º¸ÌɨӪº¡C©Ò¥H¡A±q¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Öºq¡A¯à¬Ý¨£¥q´°¤D¯Sªº¼v¤l¡A¨ä»y®ð¤]¯à±NÆg¬ü¸Öªº·Pı±a¥X¨Ó¡C¤@¤»¤E¤C¦~¡A¥q´°¤D¯S¥X¤F²Ä¤@ª©¸Ö¶°¡A¦³¤T¤Q¤Cº¥Lªº¸Öºq¡F¨ì¤F²Ä¤Tª©ªº®ÉÔ´N¦³¤¤Qº¡C³o¨Ç¸Öºq¤µ¤Ñ§ÚÌÁÙ¥i¥H§ä¨ìªº¡AY¯à§â¥¦±q^¤åªº¥@¬É¯à±a¨ì¤¤¤å¨Ó¡A·|¬O¤@Ó«Ü«¤jªº¦¬Ã¬¡C°O±oµ§ªÌ¦~»´¦b¬ü°êªº®ÉÔ¡A¥un¦³ªÅ¡A´N¾r¨®¨ì®ÑÅu¥h¡A´M§ä³o¨Ç¸Öºq¡F¤S©¹¹Ï®ÑÀ]¥h§ä¡A¤@º¤@º¥hŪ¥¦¡A¤~¯à§ä¨ì³o¨Ç¸Ö¤Hªº¤@¨Ç¸Öºq¨Ó¡C¤@¦¸Åª¨ì¤@º¸Öºq¡u¥D¡A§A±o³Ó§Ú¤µªA¨o¡v¡]¨£¶97¡^¡A§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¬O½Ö¼gªº¡A´N¤@º¤@º¥h½¡A²×©ó½¨ì¤F¡A¿³¾Ä±o¤£±o¤F¡A¦n¹³ôÛ¥¬µo²{·s¤j³°¤@¼Ë¡C¦b§Ú̩ҥΪº¸Öºq¥H¥~¡AÁÙ¦³³\¦hÄ_ÂæsµÛ¡A¦³«Ý§Ú̵o±¸¡C¥q´°¤D¯Sªº¥t¤@º¨Î§@¡G1.
To us our God His
Love commends, When by our Sins
undone; That He
might spare His
Enemies, He would not spare His Son.2. His only Son, on
whom He placÕd All His Delight and Love, Before He formÕd the
Earth
below, Or spread the Heavens above.3. He chargÕd the Darling of His
Soul
To vail His Glorious
Face, To
wear our mortal Flesh, and feel The Pains
of Human Race .4. Our Sorrows and our Sins to bear, Our heavy Cross
sustain; Upon a Tree to bleed and die, . That we might Life obtain.5.
This Life is hid in
God with Him Who fell a Sacrifice, And Dying
conquerÕd Death for us, That we like Him might rise:6. For He soon triumphÕd
oÕer the Grave, And went to Heaven again; There intercedes, and thence
will come Among
His Saints to reign.7. His
Word assures HeÕll quickly
come, Saints for His coming pray, The
whole Creation for it groans,
Lord Jesus, come
away.ªÖ¦hº¿¡]Bishop Thomas Ken,
1637-1710¡^¦b¥H¼»µØ¯÷¤§«eÁÙ¦³¤@Ó¤Hª«¡A§Ṳ́£´±»¡¥L¬O§_¹ï¥H¼»µØ¯÷¦³µ´¹ïªº¼vÅT¡A¦ý¶¡±µªº¼vÅT¤@©w¬O¦³ªº¡A¥L´N¬OªÖ¦hº¿¡C¥þ¥@¬É¬y¦æ³Ì¼sªº¡B®t¤£¦h¨C¤@Ó°ò·þ®{³£·|°Ûªº¤@º¸Öºq¡u¤T¤@¹|¡v¡A´N¬O¥L©Ò¼gªº¡CÆg¬ü¯u¯«¡A¸UºÖ·½ÀY¡A¤Ñ¤U¸U¦³Æg¥L¤£¥ð¡F¤Ñ¤W²³x©MÁnÅTÀ³¡AÆg¬ü¸t¤÷¡B¸t¤l¡B¸tÆF¡CªüÌ¡CPraise
God, from whom all
blessings flow;Praise Him, all creatures here
below;Praise Him
above, ye heavÕnly host;Praise Father, Son, and Holy
Ghost.¥L¤£³æ³oº¸Öºq«Ü¦³¦W¡AÁÙ¦³¨âº¸Öºq«D±`µÛ¦W¡A¤@º¦b¦±á°Û¡A¤@º¦b±ß¶¡°Û¡C¦]¬°¨º®É¥L±a»â¤@¯Z¦~»´¤H¡A§Æ±æ¥L̦ÂI°_¨Ó¦u±á§ó¡A´N´À¥L̼g¤F¤@º¸Öºq¬O¦±á°Ûªº¡F¤]¼g¤F¤@º¸Öºq¡Aµ¹¥L̺Îı¥H«e°Û¡C³o¨âº¸Ö¡A¦b^¤å¥@¬É¡A´X¥G¨C¤@¥»¸Ö¥»¸Ì±³£¦³¡A¤@ººÙ¦Ã«¡A¤@ÓºÙ±ßë¡C¨ä¹êªÖ¦hº¿¤]´À¦~»´¤H¼g¤F¤@º©]¥bªººq¡A¬O¦b¥b©]ªº®ÉÔ°Ûªº¡A¼g±o«Ü¦n¡A¦ý¦]¬°¦~»´¤H«Ü¦´NºÎµÛ¤F¡A©Ò¥H¨ºº¸Öºq¤@ª½¨S¦³¾÷·|°Û¡C¤µ¤¶²Ð¥Lªº¦±á¸Ö¡uA
wake, My
Soul¡v¡C¿ô¨Ó¡A§Ú»î¡A·íÀH´Â¶§¡A¶}©l¤@¤Ñ·íºÉ¥»¤À¡F©ñ±ó«å´k¡A¦°_è±j¡AÅwµMÄm²½¦b¦¹²M±á¡CAwake, my soul, and with the sunThy daily stage
of duty run;Shake
off dull sloth and joyful riseTo pay thy morning
sacrifice.ªÖ¦hº¿¬O«D±`¦³ì«hªº§Ì¥S¡A´¿¸g¦b¥Lªº¤¤¾Ç¥À®Õ¸Ì±Ð®Ñ¡C¦³¤@¤Ñ^¬Ó¨Ó³X¡A¦]¥L¬O¨º¸Ìªº¦Ñ®v¡A¤S¬OÓ¤û¬z¤j¾Ç²¦·~¥Í¡A©Ò¥H«Ü±o¬Ó«Ò³ßÅw¡C¬Ó«Ò¹ï¥L¦³¤@ӽШD¡A¥L²zÀ³¨üÃdYÅå¤~¬O¡A«o±À«o¤F¬Ó«Ò¡C¦]¬°¬Ó«Ò¹ï¥L»¡¡G¡u§A¯à¤£¯à§â§A¦íªº¦a¤èɵ¹§Ú©M§Úªº±¡°ü¦í´X¤Ñ¡H¡vªÖ¦hº¿¦^µª»¡¡G¡u§A´N¬O§â¥þ°ê³£µ¹§Ú¡A§Ú¤]¤£Åý§A¦í¤@ӱߤW¡C¡v¥Lªº¦^µ´¨Ã¨S¦³¥O¬Ó«Ò¼««ã¡A¤Ï¦Ó¨Ï¥LµÂµM°_·q¡F«á¨Ó¡A¬Ó«Ò§ó½Ð¥L¥X¥ô¥D±Ð¡C¥u¬O¦b·s¤ý«Å§iÄ~¦ìªº®ÉÔ¡]¨º®É¤ýÁÙ¥¼¥h¥@¡^¡A³\¦h¤j¦Ú©M¥D±Ð³£¦V·s¤ý®Ä©¾¡A¥L´N¬O¤£ªÖ©}±q¡Aµ²ªG«K¥¢¥h¤F¥L¥D±Ðªº©x¾¡C§Ú̦pªGŪ¥Lªº¸Ö¡A´Nª¾¹D¥Lªº½T¬¡¦b¥D±«e¡A¯«¦b¥L¸Ì±¦³«Ü²`ªº¤u§@¡C©Ò¥H¦b¥Lªº¸Ö¤W¡A¦ÛµM¬yÅS¥LӸ̱ªº·Pı¨Ó¡C§Ṳ́£´±»¡³oÓªÖ¦hº¿¹ï¥H¼»µØ¯÷¦³¦h¤Ö¼vÅT¡A¦ý¬O«e±ªº¤TÓ¡G¬ù¿«±ö´Ë¡B¬_ù´µ°Ò¡A©M¥q´°¤D¯S¡A¹ï¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¼vÅT¬OªÖ©wªº¡C¸Öºq¤§¤÷¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡]Isaac
Watts,
1674-1748¡^¥H¼»µØ¯÷¥Í©ó¤@Ó°@¸Ûªº®a®x¡A¤÷¿Ë¦]¬°·R¥D¡A¤£ªÖ°Ñ¥[°ê®a±Ð·|¡A³Qµø¬°²§Ä³ªÌ¦Ó¥}¦bº»¤¤¡C©Ò¥H¡A¥H¼»µØ¯÷¦bîu½Èªº®ÉÔ¡A»Ý©¹ºÊº»¤~¯à¨£¤÷¿Ë¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¯«¬°µÛ³y´N³o¤@Ó¤H¡A¤w¸g¦b¥L¤÷¿Ë¨¤W¶}©l¤u§@¤F¡C¥L¤÷¿Ë¦VµÛ¯u²z¬O§¹§¹¥þ¥þ©¾¤ßªº¡A¥Lªº¥À¿Ë¤S¬O¦bªk°ê°kÃø°k¨ì^°ê¨Óªº¡F¥H¼»µØ¯÷«K¦Û¤p¾i¦¨¤@ºØ¤£§´¨óªº©Ê®æ¡A¤£ªÖ³Q°ê±Ð¦P¤Æ¡C³oÓ®a®x¬J¤£°Ñ»P°ê®a±Ð·|¡A¦ÛµM¦³«Ü¤jªºªº·l¥¢¡C²Ä¤@¡A¥H¼»µØ¯÷«K¤£¯à¤JŪ¼C¾ô©Î¤û¬z¡C¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡A¤Z^°êªº«Ä¤l³£ÂQ©¹¤û¬z©M¼C¾ô¡A¦]¬°³o¬O¥L̬ü¦n«e³~ªº«OÃÒ¡C¥L̺¿ïªº¬ì¥Ø¬O¯«¾Ç¡A¦]¨º®ÉÔ¬O³Ì¤jªº¾Ç°Ý¡A¤H¤H³£ºÙ¯«¾Ç¬O¬ì¾Çªº¬Ó¦Z¡]The
Queen of the
Science¡^¡A¤S¥H¨Æ©^¯«¬°ºa¡F©Ò¥H¦b¨ºÓ®ÉԳ̦nªº¤H¤~¬O¨Æ©^¯«ªº¡A«á¨Ó¤~ºCºCÅܽè¤F¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº®a¬J§@¤F²§Ä³ªÌ¡A¥²µL¥i¯à¶i³o¨Ç¾Ç®Õ¡C¦ý¦³¤HªY½à¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¤~µØ¡An«O°e¥L§ðŪ¤û¬z©Î¼C¾ô¡A¥un¥LµªÀ³¤@Ó±ø¥ó¡A´N¬O±N¨Ó²¦·~¥X¨Ó¦b°ê®a±Ð·|ªA¨Æ¥D¡A¥H¼»µØ¯÷«o±À«o¤F¡FµM«á¶]¨ìÛ´°¥h¡A¦b¤@¶¡¤£¬OÄÝ©ó°ê®a±Ð·|ªº¾Ç®ÕŪ®Ñ¡C«o¦b¥L¤C¤Q¦h·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A°ê®a¤~¹{¼úµ¹¥L¡C³\¦h¤HºÙ¤û¬z¡B¼C¾ôªº¸Ö¤H¬°®Û«a¸Ö¤H¡F¨ä¤¤¦³¤@Ó®Û«a¸Ö¤H³o¼Ë»¡¡A§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó§â³oӳ̰ªªººaÅA¹{µ¹¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡C¥i¨£¥Lªº¤~µØ¬O¦óµ¥°ª¡A¹ï^°êªº°^Äm¬O¦óµ¥¤j¡CÁöµM¥L¥¢¥h¤F¤@ӫܦnªº¾÷·|¡A¯«¦Û¤v«o§@¤F¥Lªº¸ÉÀv¡C¥L¦]¬°·R¥D¡AÄ@·N§â¥Lªº«e³~©M©Ê©R³£Â\¤W¡A¥HP¥L¦b¥D±«e¦³Â×´Iªº¸g¾ú¡A³Q¸tÆF¥Rº¡¡A¤S³Q¯«ªº¸Ü¥Rº¡¡F¥Lªº¸Ö¨ì¦p¤µÁÙ¼vÅT¥@¬É¡Aµ¹§Ú̫ܤjªºÀ°§U¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¨µô¸G¤p¡A¨ä»ª¤£´¡A°·±d¤í¨Î¡C¦b¥L¦¨¦W¥H«á¡A¤@¤Ñ¦³¤H¨ú¯º¥L»¡¡G¡u®@¡Iì¨Ó§A´N¬O¨ºÓ°¶¤jªº¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡I¡v¥L´N¼g¤F¤@º¸Öºq¦^À³¡A¨ä·N«ä¡G§A¤£n¬Ý§Ú¨ä»ª¤£´¡A§A¿Å¶q§Ú¤£n¿Å¶q§Úªº¨µô¡A¤£n¥Î¤Ø¤o¿Å¶q§Ú¡A§An¿Å¶q§Úªº¤ß¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷²×¥Í¥¼±B¡A¤G¤Q´X·³¶}©l¨Æ©^¡A¬ù¦b¤T¤Q¤K·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Xª©¤F²Ä¤@¥»¸Öºq¡C¦¹«á¦³¤@Ó§Ì¥S±µ¥L¨ì¦Û¤v®a¸Ì¥h¦í¡A¤@¦í«K¦í¤F¤T¤Q¤»¦~¡Aª½¦Ü³Q¥D±µ¥h¡C¥i¨£¥LÄÝÆF¥ú´º¬O«ç¼Ëªº¬ü¦n¡A§_«h¨S¦³¤HÄ@·N»P¥L¦P¦í¡Aµ¹¥L¦a¤è¾i¯f¡A¦³¤T¤Q¤»¦~¤§¤[¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¼g¤F³\¦h¸Ö¡A¨ä¤¤¦³´Xº¬O§Ú̼ô±x¤SÀu¬üªº¸Öºq¡A¦p¡G«u³é¡I±Ï¥D¯u´¿¬y¦å¡H¯u´¿±Ë©R¤`°`¡HÍ¢ªÖÄ묹͢ªº¶W¶V¡A¬°§Ú³oÓ¤pÂΡHAlas!
and did my Saviour
bleed? And did my Sovereign
die,Would He devote
that sacred
head For such a worm as I?¥t¤@º¡]¤¤¤åÂÂ½Ķ¡^¡G1.
§ÚÌ·í¨Ó¦PÁnÅw©I¡AºÙ¹|¯«ªº°ò·þ¡F §ÚÌY¦³¤d¸U¦ÞÀY¡A¸ÖÃD¥u¦³¤@º¡C1. Come, let us
join our cheerful
songs With angels round the
throne. Ten
thousand
thousand are their
tongues, But
all their joys are one.2. ÒWorthy the Lamb
that died,?they cry, ÒTo be exalted thus!?ÒWorthy the Lamb,?our
hearts reply, ÒFor He was slain for
us!?. Jesus
is worthy to receive Honor
and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be,
Lord,
forever Thine.4. Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and
seas, Conspire to lift Thy glories
high, And speak Thine endless
praise!5. The
whole creation join in one, To
bless the sacred Name Of Him Who
sits upon the
throne, And to
adore the
Lamb.Á¿¨ìÆg¬ü©M¯«ªººaÄ£¡A¦³¨âº¸Öºq¬O¦Ü¬ü¦Üµ½ªº¡A²Ä¤@º¬O¹F¯µ¡]J.N.
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to the
world¡I¡^¡G´¶¥@ÅwÄË¡I±Ï¥D¤U°¡A¤j¦a±µ¦o§g¤ý¡F±©Ä@²³¤ß¹w³Æ¦a¤è¡F½Ñ¤Ñ¸Uª«ºq°Û¡A½Ñ¤Ñ¸Uª«ºq°Û¡A½Ñ¤Ñ¡A½Ñ¤Ñ¡A¸Uª«ºq°Û¡CJoy to the world! The
Lord is come;Let earth receive her King;Let
every heart prepare Him
room,And heavÕn and nature sing,And
heavÕn and nature sing, And heavÕn,
and heavÕn and nature
sing.¥t¤@º§Ú̼ô±xªº¡A¡u·R¥Dªº¤H³£¨Ó¡v¬O¤@º«Ü¬üÄRªº¸Öºq¡G·R¥Dªº¤H³£¨Ó¡A±N§A³ß¼Ö¤½¶}¡A¥Ì²¢°ÛµÛ¥Dªº©_·R¡A¦P¨ìÄ_®y«e¨Ó¡C°Æºq¡G¼Ö«v¡A¥Õ¥Õ®¦¨å¡I¼Ö«v¡A¥Õ¥Õ®¦¨å¡I¥Õ¥Õ®¦¨å¡A§¹¥þ³j§K¡A¼Ö«v¡A¥Õ¥Õ®¦¨å¡ICome,
ye that love the
Lord, And let your joys be known,Join in a song with
sweet accord, And
thus surround the throne.Refrain:Rejoice! His grace is
free! Rejoice! His grace is free!Full pardon
granted, grace is free!
Rejoice! His grace
is
free.¤U¦C¤@º¥i¥H»¡¬O¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¥Nªí§@¡A¦ý³Q¤H©¿²¤¤F¡C³oº¸Ö¦bÀ¼»æ®É°Û¡A¤×¨ä·P°Ê¤H¡C¤÷¯«°Ú¡A§A¦b¯Ì¦Ï¸Ì¬O§Úªº§Æ±æ©M¦w®§¡F§A¦W©Òªí¤@¤Á¤¯·O¡A³£¬O¬°µÛ¯¬ºÖ§ÚÌ¡CO
God! We see Thee in
the Lamb To be our hope, our joy, our rest,The
glories that compose
Thy Name, Standing engaged to make us
blest.¥H¼»µØ¯÷³Ì°¶¤jªº¸Ö¬O¨º¤@º¡H¤½»{ªº¬O¡u«ä©À¤Q¬[¡v
¡G§Ú¨CÀR©À¨º¤Q¦r¬[¡A¨ÃÍ¢¦p¦ó¦b¤W¨ü¼õ¡A§Ú´N¤£¸T´ý±æ¨®a¡A»Àµø±q«e©Ò¦³Ð¶Æ¡CWhen I survey the wondrous
crossOn which the
Prince of glory died,My richest gain I count but
loss,And pour
contempt on all my
pride.³oº¸Öºq¤@ª½¦s¯d¨ì¤µ¤Ñ¡A¤´¬O§Ú̩ҳ߷Rªº¡C¤@¤K¤E¤K¦~¡A¦³¤@Ó¬ã¨s¸Öºqªº¾ÇªÌ¡A¦W¥s¥»®]¡]Louis F.
Benson¡^¡A¥L¦b¥þ¥@¬É¦¬¶°¤F107ºØª©¥»ªº¸Öºq¡AµM«á§@¤F¤@Ó²Îp¡Aµo²{³Ì°ª±Ä¥Î²vªº¬O¡u«ä©À¤Q¬[¡v¡A³Q104ºØª©¥»ªº¸Ö¶°½s¤J¨ä¤º¡C³o´NÃÒ©ú¾ú¥@¾ú¥N«H®{³£³ßÅw³oº¸Öºq¡A±q¨ä¤¤±oµÛ«Ü¤jÀ°§U¡A¬O¥Nªí©Êªº¸Öºq¡C¦³¤@Ó¯u¹êªº¬G¨Æ¡G¤@¦ì¥À¿Ë±N¦oªº«Ä¤l̳£°e©¹«D¬w¶Ç¹D¡C²Ä¤@ӫĤl¨ì«D¬w¥h¨S¦h¤[¡A®ø®§¶Ç¨Ó»¡¥L³Q¤g¤H±þ®`¤F¡F¦o´N°e²Ä¤GÓ¨à¤l¥h¡A¤S³Q±þ®`¤F¡C¦oÁ`¦@¦³¥|Ó¨à¤l¡Aµ¥¨ì²Ä¥|Ó¨à¤lÃa®ø®§¶Ç¦^¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A³\¦h¤H¨Ó¦w¼¢¦o¡A¦o´N°Û³oº¸Öºq¡A³Ì«á¤@¸`³Ì«á¤@¥y¡G¡u¡K¡K¦pªG¦t©zºÉÂk§Ú¦³¡C¡vµM«á¹ï¥LÌ»¡¡G¡u¯«µ¹§Úªº¤£¹L¬O¥|Ó¨à¤l¡AÁÙ¤£¬O¾ãÓ¦t©z¡F§Ú´N¬O§â§Ú¾ãÓªº¦t©z³£Äm¤W¡AÁÙ¬O¥s§Úı±o²Û®¢¡C¡v¨º¨Ç¨Ó¦w¼¢¦oªº¤H¡A¤Ï±oµÛ¦oªº¦w¼¢¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Öºqªº¯SÂI¬O¬Æ»ò¡H¬OÆg¬üªº¸Öºq¡CÆg¬ü¸Öºq¬O³ÌÃø¼gªº¡C¤µ¤Ñ§Ú̳ßÅwªº¸Öºq¬OºÖµ¸Öºq¡A¬O¤Þµo·PIJªº¸Öºq¡A¦pÁ¿¨ì¡u¥D¡A§A¥¿Ãh©À§Ú¡v¡B¡u«¾á·í°UC©MµØ¡v¡B¡u¥Dªº®¦´fn¤@¤@ªº¼Æ¡vµ¥¡C¸Ö¤HY¨S¦³¯«ªº±Ò¥Ü¡A¥Í©RY¨S¦³¸g¾ú¡A«ÜÃø¼gÆg¬ü¸Ö¡FY«j±j¥h¼g¡A°Ûªº¤H¨S¦³·Pı¡A«K¦¨µL¯f©D§u¡C³o¨ÇÆg¬ü¸Öºq¯à°÷¤@ª½¦s¯d¨ì¤µ¤Ñ¡A¹ê¦b¬O¯«µ¹±Ð·|ªºÄ_ÂáC¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªºÆg¬ü¸ÖºqÁÙ¦³³\¦h¡A¦p¡uOur
God, our help in
ages
past¡v¡A³o¬O¤@º¼Ò¥é¸Ö½g¤E¤Q½g©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¡F¦³¤H»{¬°³o¬O^¤å¸Öºq¸Ì±³Ì¦nªº¤@º¡C1. Our
God, our help in ages past, Our
hope for years to
come, Our shelter from the
stormy blast, And our eternal
home.2. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt
secure;
Sufficient is Thine
arm alone, And our
defense is sure.3. Before
the
hills in order
stood, Or earth
received her frame, From
everlasting Thou
art God, To endless years the same.4. Thy Word
commands our flesh to
dust, ÒReturn, ye sons of
men:?All nations rose from earth at first, And
turn to earth
again.5. A thousand ages
in Thy sight Are
like an evening
gone; Short as the watch that ends
the night Before
the rising sun.6.
The busy tribes of
flesh and blood, With
all their lives and cares, Are
carried downwards by
the flood, And lost in
following years.7. Time,
like an ever rolling
stream, Bears
all its sons away; They fly,
forgotten, as a
dream Dies at the
opening day.8. Like
flowery fields the nations
stand Pleased with the morning
light; The flowers beneath
the mowerÕs
hand Lie withering ere Õtis night.9. Our God, our help in ages past, Our
hope for years to
come, Be Thou our guard while
troubles last, And
our
eternal
home.¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Öºqªº¯SÂI¦h¥b¬O«ÈÆ[ªº¡A¯u²z«D±`ªº²M·¡¡C¦ý°¸º¸¤]¼g¤@¨Ç¸g¾úªº¸Öºq¡A¦p¡G§Ú¬O§_nIt¤Q¬[¡A¸ò±q¯«ªº¯Ì¦Ï¡H§Ú°Z¥i¥H©È¥X¥N»ù¡An±o¥@«Uì½Ì¡H°Æºq¡G¦]§A¦W¡AÄ_¶Qªº¦W¡A¦]§A¬°§Ú±Ë©R¡F¾a®¦¡AµL½×¦p¦óÁ}Ãø¡A§Ún¨D§A³ßÅw¡CAm
I a soldier of the
Cross, A followÕr of the Lamb?And shall I fear to
own His cause, Or
blush to speak His name?Refrain:In the name, the
precious name Of him who died for me,Thro?grace IÕll win the promised
crown, What eÕer my cross may
be!²Ä¤G¸`¦³¤@¥y¡G¡u§Ú°Z¥i¦w§¤ªáÃâ¡A¬ß±æ©ï¶i¤Ñ°ó¡C¡v¬O¥Lªº¦W¥y¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¼g¤F¤»¦Ê¦hº¸Öºq¡A¥u¤¶²Ð¤F¥L´XººëµØ¡A¾ú¥N«H®{±q¥Lªº¸Öºq¸Ì±o¨ì«Ü¦hªºÀ°§U¡AÄ@§Ú̯à³ß·R³o¨Ç¸Öºq¡C¥o¼w¥ß´¼¡]Philip
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resound,And all the
earth shall
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happy day that fixed
my choice On Thee, My Saviour and my God!Well may
this glowing heart
rejoice,And tell its raptures all
abroad.Refrain:Happy
day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away!He taught me how to
watch and pray, And
live rejoicing evÕry day;Happy day, happy day,When
Jesus washed my sins
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Thine all victorious
love Shed in my soul abroad; Then
shall my heart
no longer rove,
Rooted and fixÕd in God, Rooted and fixÕd in
God.¦³¤@º¸Öºq¤£¤j¨üÅwªï¡A«o¬O¤@º°ª¤ô·Çªº¦n¸Ö¡C§ÚÌn±q¨º¸Ì»¡°_¡A¥D¡A§A©Ò½ç¤@¤ÁºÖ®ð¡H¬JµM²æ¸o¡A¤£§@¥£¹²¡F¬JµM§K¦º¡A¤£§@¤³¼Ä¡F§Ú·í¦p¦ó¦V§A«ô§¡A§â§A°ªÁ|¤~ºâ¾A©y¡HWhere
shall our wondÕring souls begin?How shall
we all to heavÕn aspire?As
slaves redeemed from
death and sin,As brands plucked from eternal fire,
How shall we suited
triumphs raise, Or sing our great DelivÕrerÕs
praise?¥t¤@º¡u¯«¸t¤§·R¡v¡]Love
Divine¡^¡A³\¦h¸Ö¶°³£¦³³o¤@º¸Öºq¡C¯«¸t¤§·R¡A»·¶W²³·R¡A¤Ñ¤W¤§¼ÖÁ{¦a¤W¡F³º¨Ó¦í§Ú¨õ·L¯ÝÃh¡A§@§Ú¬Û«Hªº®¦½à¡C®¦¥D¡A§A¬O©Ò¦³¼¦¼§¡A§A¬O¯Â¼äµL·R¡F²²ÅU§ÚÌ¡A±a¨Ó±Ï®¦¡A¶i¤J¬Û«Hªº¯ÝÃh¡CLove
Divine, all loves
excelling, Joy of heavÕn, to earth come down;Fix in
us Thy humble
dwelling,All Thy faithful mercies crown.Jesus, Thou art
all compassion;Pure,
unbounded love Thou art;Visit us with Thy
salvation,Enter every
trembling
heart.³oº¸Öºq¬O¥Î¥|¤Q¸`¸t¸g¦ê¥X¨Óªº¡A¥i¥Hª¾¹D¬d²z½Ã´µ²z¹ï¸t¸g¤Q¤À¼ô±x¡C¦³¤@ӽòz¤½·|¸Öºqª©¥»¡A³oº¸Öºq¨Ã¨S¦³¦±ÃСA¥u¦³¸Ö¡A¤@¸`¤@¸`ªº±Æ¦C¡A¦b¨C¤@¥y®ÇÃäµù¤W¸g¤å¥X³B¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¸Öºq¸Ì±¡A¦³«Ü¦h¸t¸g¡C´«¥y¸Ü»¡¡A³o¨Ç¸Öºq¡A¤£³æ¬O¦b¬d²z½Ã´µ²z³Q¸tÆF¥Rº¡ªº®ÉÔ¼gªº¡A¦Ó¥B¬O³Q¯«ªº¸Ü¥Rº¡ªº®ÉÔ¼gªº¡C¨º»ò¦b©Ò¦³¥L¼gªº¸Öºq¸Ì¡A¨º¤@º¬O³Ì¦nªº©O¡H¤j®a¤½»{³Ì¦nªº¤@º¡A¨º¬Oþ¤@º©O¡H¤½»{ªº¬O¡u®@¡AÄ@§Ú¦³¤d¸U¦ÞÀY¡v¡G®@¡AÄ@§Ú¦³¤d¸U¦ÞÀY¡A«e¨ÓÆg¬ü±Ï¥D¡F»¡Í¢®¦¨å¦óµ¥²`«p¡AºaÄ£¦óµ¥Â×´I¡CO,
for a thousand
tongues to singMy great RedeemerÕs praise;The glories of
my God and King, The
triumphs of His
grace!¦³¤H»¡¡A³oº¸Öºqµ¥©ó½Ã²z¤½·|ªº·|ºq¡A³Ì¯à¥Nªí½Ã²z¤½·|¡A¤S¬O¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¥Nªí§@¡C³oº¸Öºq¬O¬d²z½Ã´µ²z±o±Ï¤Q¤@¦~¥H«á©Ò¼g¡F¤@¤Ñ¡A¥L¦^¾Ð°_¤Q¤@¦~«eªº»X®¦±o±Ï¡A¦³«Ü¤jªº·PIJ¡A«K¼g¤F³oº¸Öºq¡A¦@¦³¤Q¤E¸`¡C³oÓ¡u®@¡AÄ@§Ú¦³¤d¸U¦ÞÀY¡v¤£¬O²Ä¤@¸`¡A¤D¬O²Ä¤Q¤@¸`¡A«e±©M«á±¤D»¡¨ì¥L«ç»ò±o±Ïªº¡F¤]¦¨¤F½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«¸Ö¿ïªº«n¤@º¸Öºq¡C¥i¨£¥Lªº»X®¦±o±Ï¬O¥L¤@¥ÍÃø§Ñªº¨Æ¡A¥L¯u¥¿ªº¹J¨£¥D¡A¤@¥Í¦b¥D¸Ì±¡C¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¸Ö¡A©M¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Ö¤£¦P¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Ö¦h¬O«ÈÆ[ªº¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¸Ö³£¬O¥DÆ[ªº¡F¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªºª`«¯u²z¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªºª`«¸g¾ú¡C¦³¤H»¡¡G°Û¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¸Öºq¡A¥s§Ú̺NµÛ¥Lªº¤ß¡F°Û¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Öºq¡A«hºNµÛ¤@Ó«ä·Q¡CºNµÛ¤ßªº¸Öºq¡A³Ì¯à·P°Ê¤H¡A¯à¤Þ°_¤Hªº¦@»ï¡F©Ò¥H¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²z¦³³\¦h¸Öºq¬y¶Ç¨ì¤µ¤Ñ¡C¦³¤@º¸Ö¡uC¿q¡AÆF»îªº·R¤H¡v¡A¤£±o¤£´£¡A¦]¬°³oº¸Öºqªº²£¥Í«Ü¦³·N«ä¡C³oº¸Öºq¦b¥»®]¡]Benson¡^ªº²Îp¤¤±Æ¦æ²Ä¤G¡A¦b107¥»¸Öºq¶°¸Ì±¡A104¥»¦³³oº¸Öºq¡C¤×¨ä¦b¶ÇºÖµªº»E·|¡A³Ì¬°¤H©Ò·R°Û¡C¨º®É½Ã´µ²z¥S§Ì¤G¤H¨ì³B¥h¶ÇºÖµ¡A¤@¦¸¥L̦b¤@Ó¼s³õ¸Ì§G¹D¡A¨S¦³·Q¨ì·|³Q°lÀ»¡A¦³¤Hn°l±þ¥LÌ¡C¨âÓ¥S§Ì«K¸ú¤J¤@Ó·¾´ë¸Ì±¥h¡A¥LÌÁÙ¬O¦V·¾´ë¤º¥á¥ÛÀY¡C©¯¦Ó¯««O¦u¡A¥L̥Τâ¥]¦í¦Û¤vªºÀY¡AÁ×§KÀY³¡¨ü«À»¡C«Ý¦Ü¤Ñ¦â©ü·t¡A¦AÅ¥¤£¨£¤HÁn¥H«á¡AµM«á¦A°k¨ìªþªñ¤@Ó¹A§ø¡A¸úÂæb¤@Ó¹Aܸ̱¡C¦b¹Aܪþªñ¦³¤@±ø¤p¤ô·Ë¡A¥LÌ´N¥Î¨º·Ë¤ô¸Ñ¥L̪ºÄÈ´÷¡A¥H¤Î¬~¥L̪º¶Ë¤f¡C´N¦b¨º¤Ñ±ß¤W¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²z´N¼g¤F³oº¸Öºq¡CC¿q¡AÆF»îªº·R¤H¡A¨D§A³\§Ú¨ÓÂè¡F¥¿·íªi®öºuºuªñ¡A¥¿·í·«B°}°}ºò¡CÂçڡA®@¡A¥D¡A¨DÂçڡAª½¨ì¤µ¥Í·ªi¹L¡F¤Þ§Ú¥¦w¶i¤Ñªù¡A¦Ü²×¨D±µ§ÚÆF»î¡IJesus,
lover of my soul,Let
me to Thy bosom fly,While the nearer waters
roll,While the
tempest still is high;Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the
storm of life is
past;Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at
last.ÁÙ¦³¤@º¬O³Q¤H©¿²¤ªº¡A¨º´N¬O¡u¯«¸tªº·R¡A¦ó¨ä¥Ì²¢¡v¡C³oº¸ÖºqÅý§Ú̪¾¹D¥L¨ü¤F¼¯º¸ºû¨È§Ì¥S̪º¤j¼vÅT¡C¦]¬°¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº§Ì¥S̫ܵ۫¡u·R¡v¡A¨ä¤¤ªº¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¤»·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¨C¤Ñ³£¼g¤@«Ê±¡¸Öµ¹¥DC¿q¡A¼g§¹¤§«á¡A´N§â¨ºº¸Ö¯È´|¦b¤@¹Î¡A±qµ¡¤á©ß¥X¥h¡AµM«áë§i»¡¡G¡u¥D°Ú¡A¨D§AÂǵۤѨϱµ¦í³oÓ±¡¸Ö°eµ¹¥DC¿q¡C¡v¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº¯SÂI´N¬O·R¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²z«Ü¨ü¥L̼vÅT¡A¤]¼g¤F¡u·R¡vªº¸Öºq¡C¯«¸tªº·R¡A¦ó¨ä¥Ì²¢¡I§Ú¤ß¦ó®É¤è²{¥ÌÄ@³Q§A§¹¥þ»â²v¡H§Ú´÷¡A§Ú¡A§Ú¦º¡A¨ÓÃÒ±ÏÅ«ªº·R¦óµ¥¤¤ªÖ¡X°ò·þ¹ï§Úªº·R¡CO
Love Divine, how sweet
Thou art! When shall I find my
willing heartAll
taken up by
Thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to
prove The greatness of
redeeming love, The
love of Christ to
me.¹³³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¬O«Üµ}¶Qªº¡A¤×¨ä¬OÁ¿¨ì»P¥Dªº¥æ³q¡C¦³¤H³o¼Ë»¡¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²z«Ü¦hªº¸Öºq¡A¬O±N¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº¼w¤å¸Öºq¡A¥Î^¤å«·s°Û¹Lªº¡F¦Ó¼¯º¸ºû¨È´_¿³ªº¤õÁÙ¦b¨º¸Ì¡AÁÙ¦b¿U¿N¡C´N¬O¤@¯ë¨S¦³ª¾ÃѪº³Ò¤u©MÄq¤u¡A¤]¯à³Q³o¤õµKµI¿N¡FµL½×¦b¬Æ»ò¦a¤è¡A¥L̰۪º®ÉÔ¡A¥L̪º¤ß³£³Q³o¤õºØÂI¿U¤F¡C¬d²z½Ã´µ²z¼g¦³¼Æ¤dº¸Öºq¡A¦b»{ÃѬd²z½Ã´µ²zªº¤H¨Ó¬Ý¡A³Ì¦nªº¤@º¬O¥t¥~ªº¤@º¡A¤£¬O³Ì¨üÅwªïªº¤@º¡A¤£¬O³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¤@º¡C¨ºº¸Öºqªº¯SÂI´N¬O¥¦ªºÅéµô«D±`¯S§O¡A¬O¤@ºØ¼@¸Ö¡A©ÎºÙÀ¸¼@¸Ö¡A¸ÖºqI«á¦³¤@Ó±¡¸`¡C¬d²z½Ã´µ²z´N¥H¶®¦U¤@¥Íªº¬G¨Æ¡A¥L«ç¼Ë»P¯«ºL¸ø¡A§â¥¦¼g¦¨¸Ö¡F¥L·Q¦Û¤v´N¬O»P¯«ºL¸øªº¨ºÓ¤H¡A«ç¼Ë»P¯«ºL¸ø¡A«ç¼Ë³Q¯«ªº·R§éªA¡Cì¤å¬O«Üªøªº¡A¦³¤Q¥|¸`¡A¦C¤U¥H¨Ñ°Ñ¦Ò¡C1.
Come, O thou
Traveler unknown, Whom
still I hold, but cannot see! My
company before is
gone, And I am left alone with
Thee; With Thee
all
night I mean to
stay, And wrestle
till the break of day.2. I
need not tell
Thee who I am, My misery and sin declare; Thyself
hast called 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.3. 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.4. 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.5. ÕTis all in vain to hold
Thy tongue Or
touch the
hollow of my thigh; Though
every sinew be unstrung, Out
of my arms Thou
shalt not fly; Wrestling I will not let Thee go Till I Thy name, Thy
nature know.6. 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.7. Contented
now upon my thigh I
halt, till lifeÕs 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.8. My
strength is gone, my
nature dies, I sink beneath Thy
weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and
fall to rise; I fall, and yet by faith I
stand; I
stand and will not
let Thee go Till I
Thy Name, Thy nature know.9. 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.10. ÕTis Love!
Õtis 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.11. 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.12. I
know Thee,
Saviour, who Thou
art. Jesus, the feeble
sinnerÕs 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.13. The
Sun of
righteousness on me Hath rose
with healing in His wings, Withered
my natureÕs
strength; from Thee My soul its
life and succor brings; My
help is all
laid up above; Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.14. Lame
as I am, I take
the prey, Hell,
earth, and sin, with ease oÕercome; I 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.¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº·Pı¦b³o¬G¨Æ©Êªº¸Öºq¸Ì±§¹¥þ¬yÅS¥X¨Ó¡AÙ¬lÁn¨S¦³¿ìªk§â¥¦Â½Ä¶¹L¨Ó¡A¥u¦³«öµÛ¶®¦Uªº¬G¨Æ¡A¼Ò¥é³oº¸Öºq¡A¤]§â¦Û¤vªº·Pı¼g¤U¨Ó¡A¤@¦@¤Q¦h¸`¡AºK¿ý¼Æ¸`¦p¤U¡G1.
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Thy blood and
righteousness, My beauty are, my glorious dress;ÕMidst
flaming worlds, in
these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my
head.²Ä¤Gº¬O³\¦h¸t®{³ßÅwªº¡u§A³o¯«ªºÁôÂ꺷R¡v¡G§A³o¯«ªºÁôÂ꺷R¡IªøÁï°ª²`¡AµL¤Hª¾±x¡F»·»·§Ú¨£§Aªº·ªö¡A§Ú´N¼Û®§±æ±o¦w®§¡F§Ú¤ßµhW¡A¤£¯à¦w®§¡A°£«D§Ú¤ß¦w®§©ó§A¡CThou
hidden love of God,
whose height, Whose depth unfathomÕd no man knows,I
see from far Thy
beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose;My heart
is pained, nor can
it be At rest, till it finds rest in
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§A¬OÄݧڡAÅý³o¬ü±æ¡A³¦ñ§Úªº¤@¥Í¡F §Aªº¦P¦b¡A¥þµ{·Ó¥ú¡A¨Ã«a§Úªº²×µ{¡C1. When
I survey lifeÕs varied scene, Amid the darkest hours, Sweet rays of
comfort shine
between, And thorns are
mixÕd with flowers.?. Lord,
teach
me to adore Thy
hand, From whence
my comforts flow; And
let me in this
desert land A glimpse of
Canaan know.?. Is
health and ease my happy
share? O may I bless my God; Thy kindness let my
songs declare, And spread
Thy praise abroad.?. While such
delightful gift as these, Are
kindly
dealt to me, Be all my hours of
health and ease Devoted, Lord to
Thee.?. In griefs and pains Thy sacred word, (Dear
solace of my soul!)
Celestial comforts
can afford, And
all their power control.?. When
present
sufferings pain my
heart, Or future terrors rise, And light and hope
almost depart From these dejected eyes.?. Thy
powerful word supports my
hope, Sweet cordial of the mind! And
bears my fainting spirit up, And
bids me wait resignÕd.?. And O, whatever of earthly bliss Thy sovereign
hand denies, Accepted at Thy throne
of grace, Let this petition
rise:?. ÒGive me a calm and thankful heart, From
every murmur free; ÊThe
blessing of Thy
grace impart,?And make me live to Thee.?0. ÒLet the
sweet hope that Thou
art mine, My life and
death attend; Thy presence
through my journey
shine, And bless its happy
end.Ó¥v¸¦º¸¤@¦@¼g¤F¤@¦Ê¥|¤Q¥|º¸Öºq¡A¤S§â¤T¤Q¥|½g¸Ö½g½Ķ¦¨¸Öºq¡C¤@¤K¡³¤K¦~¡Aªi¤h¹yªº¸t¤½·|¤T¤@°ó¡]Trinity
Church¡^½s¤F¤@¥»¸Öºq¡A¿ï¨ú¤F¥v¸¦º¸¤¤Q¤Eº§@«~¡A¥i¨£«Ü¦h¤H³ßÅw¦oªº¸Öºq¡C¦]¦o¬OÓ§¹¥þ¶¶ªA¦b¯«ªº¤â¤Wªº©n©f¡A©Ò¥H°Û¦oªº¸Ö«Ü¦³·Pı¡C¦o¤]¬O¯«µ¹±Ð·|ªº¸ê²£¡C¨ÈªL¡]James
Allen,
1734-1804¡^§Ú̹ï¨ÈªLªº»{ÃѤ£¦h¡A¥uª¾¹D¥L¬O°lÀH½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«ªºÄÝÆF¦P¦ñ¡A¤]´N¬O¥Lªº¦^ÅT¡A¸Öºq¬yÅS¥X¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªºÃý¨ý¡A¥Lªº¡uºaÄ£Âk©ó§Ú¥D¡v¡A¬OÀ¼»æ»E·|±`±`°Ûªº¸Öºq¡CºaÄ£Âk©ó§Ú¥D¡A¤Ñ¦a»ô¨ÓÅw©I¡A¦VÍ¢Æg¬ü¡FÍ¢ªº®¦¨å¡B·O·R¡B°£§Ú¦º¤`¡B´d«s¡A°ª°Ûª½¨ì¸U¥N¡A¡u¯Ì¦Ï¬O°t¡v¡CGlory
to God on high! Let heavÕn and earth reply,ÒPraise ye His name!ÓHis
love and grace
adore, Who all our sorrows bore; Sing
loud forever more,
ÒWorthy the
Lamb!Ó¨Fºz¤¤ªººñ¬w¦b¤Q¤K¥@¬ö¥½¸¥X²{¤F²Ä¤Tªi¡A¯«¿³°_¤F¨âÓ¤H¡A¦¨¤F¨Fºz¤¤ªººñ¬w¡C¹L©¹¯«¿³°_ªº¤H¡A³£¤£¬O¸Ö¤H¡A¥u¬O¤@¯ëªº°ò·þ®{¡A¥L̩Ҽgªº¹F¨ì¤@ӼзǦӤw¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡B¬d²z½Ã´µ²z¥»¨¤£¬O¸Ö¤H¡A¥u¬OªA¨Æ¥Dªº¡AµM«áÂǵۼg§@¸Öºq¨ÓªA¨Æ¯«¡A¥L̪º¸Öºq¬O©MÄÝÆFµo¥ÍÃö«Yªº¡CµM¦Ó¸Ö¤H¬OÓ¤å¾Ç×¾i«Ü°ªªº¤H¡A¼ô±x¸ÖºqÅéµô¡A¤åµ§Àu¬ü¡C³o¼Ë¦³¤~µØªº¸Ö¤H¡A¯«¦b¤Q¤K¥@¬ö¥½¤~¿³°_¨Ó¡A¤@Ó¬O¤û¹y¡]John
Newton¡^¡A¥t¤@Ó¬O¬_¬f¡]William
Cowper¡^¡C¥H¡u¤û¹y¡v¬°¦Wªº¦W¤H¦³´X¦ì¡A¬ì¾Ç®aªº¤û¹y¬O¥H¼»¤û¹y¡F¸t¸g¾ÇªÌ¤û¹y¡A¬O¹F¯µªº¦P¤u¯ZªN©ú¤û¹y¡]Benjamin
Wills Newton¡^¡A³o¸Ì»¡ªº¸Ö¤H¤û¹y¬O¬ù¿«¤û¹y¡C¬_¬f¡]William
Cowper,
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is a fountain filled
with blood,Drawn from ImmanuelÕs veins;And
sinners, plunged
beneath that flood,Lose all their guilty stains.Lose all
their guilty
stains,Lose all their guilty
stains.²Ä¤Gº¡u¯«¥Î¶ø¯µ¦æ°Ê«e¨Ó¡v¡G¯«¥Î¶ø¯µ¦æ°Ê«e¨Ó¡A¦¨¥\Í¢ªº©_ÂÝ¡FÍ¢±N¸}ÂܦL¦b·É®ü¡A¨®ÃM¾r©ó¼É·¡CGod
moves in a
mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps
in the sea,And rides
upon the
storm.¦pªG¯à¬ÝÀ´^¤å¡A·|ª¾¹D¬_¬fªº¸Öºq¬O«D±`Àu¬üªº¡C¾Ú»¡¬_¬f¼g³oº¡u¯«¥Î¶ø¯µ¦æ°Ê«e¨Ó¡v¸Öºq®É¡A¤S¦b¯f´_µo¡Aºë¯«¼ì¶Ã¡A¤@¤ß·Q¸õ¦¿¦Û±þ¡A¤D¿W¾r¤p¨®¾p©¹ªe¯`¡C©Ò©¯¤Ñ³±Ãú«¡A©~µM°g¸ô¡CÁÓÂ਱°j³\¤[¡A³Ì²×¨M©w¤£ºÞ«e±¬O§_ªe¤f¡A¤DÁa¨¦Ó¤U¡A¤£®Æ³º°¸¨¦b¦Û¤vªº®aªùªù¤f¡I¤û¹y¦b¥Lªº§Ç¸Ì±¦p¦¹»¡¡G¡u§Úªº§Ì¥S¤S¯fˤF¡A§Ú·Q¬O§_À³°±¤î§Ú̪º¥Xª©p¹º©O¡H«á¨Ó¯«ÁÙ¬OnÅý¥¦¥Xª©¡C¡v¥i¨£¬_¬f¦b¼g§@¹Lµ{¤¤¡A±`¦]ºë¯«¦Ó¦³©Ò°±¹y¡Aª½¨ì¥LÂ÷¶}¤F¶ø¥§§ø¥H«á¡A¥L¤~§¹¥þ±d´_¹L¨Ó¡C¦b°Û¤W±¬_¬fªº¸Öºq®É¡A¦³§_ª`·N¥L´£¨ì¡u¦å¬u¡v¡A¤U±¦A¤¶²Ð¥t¤@º´£¤Î¡uÄ_¦å¡vªº¸Öºq¡C¥i¨£¤û¹yµ¹¥L¤@ӫܤjªºÀ°§U¡A¨Ï¥L¨ü¼»¦ý±±§iªº®ÉÔ¡A¬Ý¨£¨ºÓ¦å¬O³Ì¦³¥\®Äªº¡C²Ä¤Tº¬O¡u§A·R©Òµ¹ÁöµM¬Æ¦h¡v¡A¬OÁ¿¨ì¦å¡C³oº¸Ö¥i¥H»¡¡A¬O¦b§ÚÌÀ¼»æ¸Öºq¸Ì±Á¿¨ì¥DÄ_¦åªº³Ì¦n¤@º¡C½Öı±o¥DªºÄ_¦åÄ_¨©¡H½T«H¥DÄ_¦å¦³¥\®Ä©O¡H¬_¬f§Ì¥S¡C¥L¤£³æ¬OÓ¸Ö¤H¡A¥L½T¹ê¸g¾ú¤FÄ_¦åªº¥\®Ä¡A·P¨ü¨ì¥DªºÄ_¶Q¡A¤×¨ä¦b¥L¨ü¤³¼Ä±±§iªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L°ß¤@ªº¥X¸ô´N¬O¥DªºÄ_¦å¡C§A·R©Òµ¹¡AÁöµM¬Æ¦h¡A®¦½ç²³µ½ªÌþ¡I¦ý¦b¤Ñ¤W¡AÁÙ¥¼¨£¹L¬Æ»ò¤ñ¦å§ó¤j¡COf
all the gifts Thy
love bestows, Thou Giver of all good!EÕen heavÕn
itself no richer
knows Than Jesus and His blood.¬ù¿«¤û¹y¡]John Newton,
1725-1807¡^¤û¹y¥»¬O¤@Ó®ö¤l¡A¤C·³³à¥À¡A¤÷¿Ë¬O¤@Ó²îû¡F©Ò¥H¥L¤Q¤@·³´N¸òµÛ¤÷¿Ë¤W²î¥h¡C¤ô¤â¨ÃµL©T©w©~©Ò¡A¨ì³B¬°®a¡A¤S¬O«D±`¦MÀIªº¤u§@¡C¦]¬°¤ô¤â¨ì³Bº}¬y¡A©Ò¥H¥L̵L½×¨ì¨º¸Ì¡A¤W©¤«á³£·|«Ü©ñ¿º¡C¤Q¤@·³ªº¤û¹y¡A¦ÛµM²ß¬V¤F¤ô¤â̳\³\¦h¦hªºÃa²ßºD¡C¦³¤@¦¸¡A¥L̨ӨìªÖ¯S¡]Kent¡^¡A¤W©¤«á¡A¤û¹y¦b«°¸Ì¹J¨ì¤@Ó¤Q¥|·³ªº¤k«Ä¤l¡A¦W¥sº¿²ú¡]Mary¡^¡A¥L¹ï¦oµÛ°g¤F¡A«K®i¶}°l¨D¡F¦]¦Ó¿ù¥¢¤F¦^²îªº®É¨è¡A²î¶}¨«¤F¡C¨ì¤F¤Q¤K·³¡A¥L¤S¥h¬Ý±æ³oÓ¤k«Ä¤l¡Aµ²ªG¤S¬O¯Ô»~¤F®É¶¡¡A²î¤S¶}¨«¤F¡C³o¦¸¥L¹J¨ì³Â·Ð¤F¡A³Q¤@¯Z¤gê¸j¬[¡A¢¥L°Ñ¥[®üx¡Fì¨Ó¨º®üx¬O±q¨Æ³c½æ¥£Áõ¤u§@¡]¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡A¦³«Ü¦h²î¶¤«e©¹«D¬w¡A§@³c½æ¥£Áõªº¤Ä·í¡^¡C¦³¤@¦¸¡A¤û¹y¦b¨º³c½æ¥£Áõªº²î¤W¡A§ä¨ì¤@¥»®Ñ¡A¬O¶ø¯µ¬£ªÖ°ö¦h°¨¡]Thomas
Kampis¡^©Ò¼gªº¡m®Äªk°ò·þ¡n¡]Imitation of
Christ¡^¡A³o¬O¤@¥»µ¹¯«¨à¤k«Ü¤jÀ°§Uªº¦n®Ñ¡C«Ü§Æ©_¡A¤û¹y³ºµM¥´¶}®Ñ¨Ó¾\Ū¡Aµ²ªG¥L¦b®Ñ¸Ì±¹J¨£¤F¯«¡A¯«¤S¹J¨£¥L¡A³o¼Ë¡A¥L«K±o±Ï¤F¡C¥LÁöµM«H¤F¥D¡A¦ýÁÙ¤£Ä±±o³c½æ¥£Áõ¬O¿ùªº¡A©Ò¥H¤´±q¨Æ³c½æ¥£Áõ¤u§@¦³¦n´X¦~¡A¬Æ¦Ü«á¨Ó°µ¤F²îªø¡A¿Ë¦Û©ãµÛ³o¨Ç¥£Áõ¨ì³B¨«¡C³o¼Ë©ñ¿º¤£Åùªº¥Í¬¡¡A¥L¤£Ä±±o¬O¤£¹ïªº¡A¤@ª½¨ì¥D§¹¥þ©ºªA¥L¡A¥L¤~ÂàÅܹL¨Ó¡AÂ÷¶}²î¶¤¡A¥X¨Ó¨Æ©^¥D¡A¨º®É¤w¤T¤Q¤E·³¤F¡C´N¬O³o¼Ë¡A¥L³Q±a¨ì¶ø¥§¡]Olney¡^³oÓ¶m§ø¦a¤è¡A´N¬O¤Wz¬_¬f¨Ó¾i¯f¤§³B¡A¦b¨º¸Ì¶}©l¨Æ©^¯«¡C¥L³o¼Ëªº¸o¤H¡A³º»X¤j®¦¡A¯à¨Æ©^¥D¡A«K¼g¤F¤@º¸Öºq¡A´N¬O¥@¬ÉµÛ¦Wªº¡u©_«v®¦¨å¡v¡]Amazing
Grace¡^¡C³oº¸Öºq¤§»D¦W¡A°£¤F¬üÃ㤧¥~¡A¬O¥¦ªº¦±½Õ¡C¬ü°êªº¶Ç²Î¦W¦±¤]¦³Ãö«Y¡C³oº¦±»Pµü´N¦¨¬°³Ì¨ü¤j²³Åwªïªº¨ä¤¤¤@º¸Öºq¡C©_«v®¦¨å¡I¦óµ¥¥Ì²¢¡A¨Ó±ÏµL¿à¦p§Ú¡I«e´¿¥¢¸¨¡A¤µ³Q´M¨£¡A«eª¼¤µ¤£ºN¯Á¡IAmazing
grace! How sweet the
sound, That saved a wretch like me!I once was
lost, but now am
found, Was blind, but now I
see.¤û¹y´¿³o¼Ë»¡¡G¡u§Ú¥Ã»·¤£¯à§Ñ°O¨â¥ó¨Æ¡G§Ú¬O¤@Ó¤j¸o¤H¡A¦Ó¥DC¿q¤D¬O¤@¦ì¤j±Ï¥D¡I¡v¦b¤û¹yªº¹Ó¸O¡A¤û¹y¦Û¤v¯d¤U¥L¦Û¤vªº¨£ÃÒ¡G¥D¹²¬ù¿«¤û¹y쥻©ñ¿º¤£ÀË¡A¤ß¤¤µL¯«¡A¤@«×»·u«D¬w³c½æ¥£Áõ¡A¦p¤µ¦]C¿q°ò·þ§Ú¥D§Ú±Ï¥Dªº²ö¤j¼¦¼§¡A³º³Q®¾¦^¡A³j§K¨Ã³Q«ü¬£¶Ç´¥L´¿¤@«×ªø´Á¸Õ¹ÏºÜ¤OºR·´ªººÖµ¡CJOHN
NEWTON, Clerk Once
an infidel and libertineA servant of slaves in
Africa,Was by the
rich mercy of our Lord and Saviour JESUS CHRISTRestored,
pardoned, and
appointed to preach the Gospel which he had long loboured
to
destroy.¦¹¥~¡A¤û¹y¤ñ¸û¦³¦Wªº¸Öºq¬O¡u¬üÄR¿ü¦w¡v¡AÁ¿¨ìC¸ô¼»§Nªº¹wªí¡C¬üÄR¿ü¦w¡A§Ú¯«¸t«°¡A¸U¯ëºaÄ£ÃøºÉz¡F¦³³\¥²À³¡A¦³¨¥¥²½î¡A¿ï§A§@¬°Í¢©~©Ò¡F¸U¥j½L¥Û¡A¬O§A®Ú°ò¡A½Ö¯à°Ê·n§A¦w®§¡H±Ï®¦Àð«®¡A¥|³òÀô¶¡A¾¨¥i¶á¯º²³¤³¼Ä¡CGlorious
things of thee are
spoken,Zion, city of our God;He whose word cannot be
broken,Formed thee
for His own abode;On the Rock of Ages founded, What
can shake thy sure
repose?With salvationÕs walls surrounded,Thou mayst
smile at all thy
foes.¡uC¿q³o¦W²¢¬üªâªÚ¡v¤]¬O¤@º«Ü¦n«Ü¬üªº¸Öºq¡GC¿q¡I³o¦W²¢¬ü¡BªâªÚ¡A¼¢§ÚµhW¤ß±¡¡F§Ú¤ßÅw¼Ö¡A§Ú¤fºq°Û¡A³oÓÄ_¶Qªº¦W¡C°Æºq¡G¬ü«v¡A§®«v¡A¯«ªº·R¤l¡A§@§ÚÄ_¶Q±Ï¥D¡F¬°§Ú°¥Í¡A¬°§Ú¨ü¦º¡A¬y¦å±N§Ú±ÏÅ«¡CHow
sweet the Name of
Jesus soundsIn a believerÕs ear!It soothes his
sorrow, heals his
wounds,And drives away his
fear.¤û¹y¥t¤@º¨Î§@·íÄÝ¡G¡u·í§Ú¤£¨£C¿q®eµØ¡v¡G§Ú¤£¨£C¿q®eµØ¡A®É¶¡¦óµ¥µL¨ý¡B¥i¹½¡I¥Ì²¢ªº³¾¡B¥Ì²¢ªºªá¡A¹ï§Ú´N¤£¦A¬O¥Ì²¢¡F¥ò®L¤§¤é¦p¥¢¥ú½u¡A¥Ð³¥ªP±ýªíÅãÅw³ß¡F·í§Ú§Ö¼Ö¦bÍ¢¸Ì±¡Aþ¤ë¤]¦p¤¤ë¬üÄR¡CHow
tedious and
tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see!Sweet
prospects, sweet
birds and sweet flowÕrs, Have all lost their sweetness to
me.The mid summer
sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look
gay;But when I am
happy in Him, DecemberÕs as pleasant as
May.þ¤ë¬O¤Q¤G¤ë¡C¤û¹y±q¤Q¤G¤ë¤@ª½Á¿¨ì¤¤ë¡A¬O«Ü¬üªº¸Öºq¡A¥iª¾¤û¹yªº³y¸Ú¤]¬O«Ü²`ªº¡C¦³¤@¦ì¸Öµûªº¤H»¡¡A¤û¹y¦³¨âÓ¯SÂI¡A²Ä¤@¬On¨D«ÜÄY®æ¡F²Ä¤G¬O¥LÄÝÆF«Ü¦³²`«×¡C¦b¥L»P¬_¬fÁp¦X¥Xª©ªº¸Ö¶°¸Ì±¡A¬_¬f¼gªº¡A¤ô·Ç¦ÛµM«Ü°ª¡A¦]¬°¥L¦³¬Û·íªº×¾i¡F¦ý¬O¤û¹y©Ò¼gªº¡A¸Öµû»{¬°¤@ÂI¤]¤£»¹¦â¡C¥L̤G¤H³£¬O³Q¯«¨Ï¥Îªº¡C³oº¡u·í§Ú¤£¨£C¿q®eµØ¡v¸Öºq¡A^¤å¼g±o«D±`¬üÄR¡A¤¤¤å½Ķ¤]¤£¿ù¡A¤]³\¥i¥H½±o§ó¦n¤@ÂI¡C¦Ü©ó¦±½Õ¤è±¡A¤]³\¡uë§i¤§®É¡A¥Ì²¢¤§®É¡v¤§¦±½Õ¯à±N¸Ö¤¤¤§·Pı±a¥X¨Ó¡C¡u©_«v®¦¨å¡vÁö¬O¤û¹y³Ì»D¦Wªº¤@º¸Öºq¡A¥i¬O¥t¥~¤@ºÂA¬°¤Hª¾ªº¸Ö¤~¬O¥L¯u¥¿ªº¥Nªí§@¡G¡u¥D¡A§A±o³Ó¡A§Ú¤µªA¨o¡v¡C1.
¥D¡A§A±o³Ó¡A§Ú¤µªA¨o¡I ®¦¨å±j¢§Úªº¤ß·N¡A©^Äm¤@¤Á©ó§A¡F
§Aªº¥i©È§Ú¯à¤[±Æ¡A¦ý½Ö¯à§Ü§Aªº¤j·R¡H ·R¤j¡A§ÚµL¯à¤O¡C1. Lord,
Thou hast won, at length
I yield; My heart by mighty grace compellÕd Surrenders all to Thee;
Against Thy terrors
long I strove, But who can stand against
Thy love?
Love conquers even
me.2. If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders
roll, And
lightÕnings flash, to blast my
soul, I
still had stubborn been; But mercy has
my heart subdued, A bleeding Savior I have viewed, And now I hate my
sin.3. Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, Come, take possession of Thine
own, For Thou hast set me
free; Released
from SatanÕs hard command, See
all my powers
waiting stand, To
be employed by
Thee.¤¤¤å¬O¥ÑÙ¬lÁn½Ķªº¡C³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¡A¥u¦³¹³¤û¹y³o¼Ëªº§Ì¥S¤~¯à¼g±o¥X¨Ó¡C¥Lªºªº½T½TªA¦b¯«¤â¤U¡A¦b²Ä¤G¸`¡A¥L»¡¡G¡u§AY©R§A¸U¶v¹p¾^¡AÅF§ÚÆF»î¦V§Ú¬I¦D¡A§Ú¤´©T°õ¤£®¬¡F¦ý¬O¼¦¼§©ºªA§Ú¤ß¡K¡K¡C¡vÁ¿¨ì©^Äm¡AÁ¿¨ì©}ªA¡AÁ¿¨ì¯««ç¼Ë§¹¥þ±oµÛ¥L¡A«Ü¤Ö¦³¤@º¸Öºq¹³³oº¸Öºq¨º»ò¦n¡C¤û¹yÁöµM´¿¸g©ñ¿º¤£Åù¹L¡A¦ý¯«µ¹¥L¯S§Oªº®¦¨å¡F¥L¤pªº®ÉÔ¡A¦b¤å¾Ç¤W¦³«Ü¦nªº°ò¦¡A©Ò¥Hµ¥¨ì¦^ÀYªº®ÉÔ¡A¯«¥Î¥L¦n¹³¥Î¬_¬f¤@¼Ë¡A·íµM«á¨Ó¬_¬f¦b¥@¬É¤W§ó¬°¦³¦W¤F¡CµL½×¬O¬_¬f¡A©Î¬O¤û¹y¡A¯«³£¼¦¼§¥LÌ¡A¨Ï¥Î¥LÌ¡F¥L̬O¯«¿³°_ªº²Ä¤Tªi¡A§â¾ãÓ¸Öºq©¹«e¤S±À¤F¤@¬q¡Cª`«¯u²zªº¸Ö¤H´X¥G»P¤û¹y¦P®É¡A¬ù¦b¤@¤C¤G¤¦Ü¤@¤C¤E¤E¦~¶¡¡A¯«¿³°_¤@¨Ç¸Ö¤H¡A³o¨Ç¸Ö¤H¦³¤@Ó¯SÂI¡A´N¬O«D±`ª`«¯u²z¡C¥L̦bŪ¸t¸gªº®ÉÔ¡Aµo²{¤@¨Ç¯u²z¡A©Ò¥H¥L̼g¸Öºqªº¥Øªº¡A¤£³æ¬°µÛÆg¬ü¡A¤]§Æ±æ¯à±Ð¾É¤H¡A¨Ï¤H©ú¥Õ¯u²z¡C³o¬q´Á¶¡¦³¤£¤Öªº¸Ö¤H¡A³o¸Ì¥u¤¶²Ð¼Æ¦ì¡C§È®Ô¥§¡]Edward
Perronett,
1726-1792¡^§È®Ô¥§¦³¤@º»D¦Wªº¸Öºq¡u¦óµ¥Åv¬`¡AC¿qªº¦W¡v¡A§Ú̳£³ßÅw°Û¡A¦Ó¥B³oº¸Ö¦³´XÓ½Õ¤l¡C¦óµ¥Åv¬`¡IC¿qªº¦W¡I¤Ñ¨Ï¥þ¼ÆÁ¥ñ¡CÄm¤W«a°Ã¡A¦P¤ß´L·qÍ¢§@¸U¦³¤§¥D¡FÄm¤W«a°Ã¡A¦P¤ß´L·qÍ¢§@¸U¦³¤§¥D¡CAll
hail the powÕr of Jesus?name! Let angels prostrate fall;Bring forth
the royal diadem,And
crown Him Lord of all! Bring forth
the royal
diadem,And crown Him
Lord of all!
·í½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«´_¿³ªº¤õ¦b¿U¿Nªº®ÉÔ¡A¦³´XÓ¦~»´¤H«D±`¨ØªA¥L¡A¤ß·QY¯à´À½Ã´µ²z®³®³¥Ö¥]´N¦n¤F¡A«K°lÀH¥L¡AµL½×¥L¨ì¨º¸Ì¥h§G¹D¡A³£§Æ±æ¯à¦³¤@ÂI¨Æ°È¤u§@¡A§È®Ô¥§´N¬O¨ä¤¤ªº¤@Ó«C¦~¡C¥L̬O³o»ò·Q¡A¦ý½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«¤£¬O³o»ò·Q¡A¥Lı±oÀ³¸Óµ¹³o¨Ç¦~»´¤H¾÷·|¡C©Ò¥H«á¨Ó½Ã´µ²z¥X¥~§G¹D¡A¥»¨Ó¬O¥LÁ¿¹Dªº¡A¥L´N¹ï§È®Ô¥§»¡¡G¡u¤µ¤Ñ§A¤W¥hÁ¿¹D¦n¶Ü¡H¡v§È®Ô¥§»¡¡G¡u¤£¥i¥H¡A¤£¥i¥H¡C¡v¦]¬°¥Lª¾¹D¦b³oÓ¤Õ¤Ò¤l±«e¤£¯à½æ¦Ê®a©mþ¡I½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«¤£¦b³õªº®ÉÔ¡AÁÙ¥i¥HÁ¿¤@ÂI¹D¡F²{¤µ½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«§¤¦b¤U±¡A¥LµLªkÁ¿¡F©Ò¥H¦n´X¦¸±À±¼¤F½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«µ¹¥Lªº¾÷·|¡C¦ý½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿««Ü·RÅ@³o¨Ç¦~»´¤H¡A§Æ±æ¯àÀ°§U¥LÌ¡F©Ò¥H¦³¤@¤Ñ¡A½Ã´µ²z¯¸°_¨ÓÁ¿¹Dªº®ÉÔ¡A¥uÁ¿¨â¥y¡A»¡¡G¡u§Ú§â©Ò¦³ªº®É¶¡¥æµ¹¦~»´§Ì¥S§È®Ô¥§¡C¡v§È®Ô¥§¦b²@µL·Ç³Æ¤U¡A¤£ª¾«ç»ò¿ì¡A¦ýê©ó½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«¤w¤½¶}½Ð¥L¤W¥x¡A¤£±o¤£¤W¥h¡A¸Û´q¸Û®£¦a»¡¡G¡u¤µ¤Ñ§Ú©ÒnÁ¿ªº¤D¬O¥þ¥@¬É³Ì¦n¡A³Ì«n¡A¤]¬O³Ì°¶¤jªº¤@½gªºÁ¿¹D¡C¡vµM«á¥´¶}°¨¤ÓºÖµ²Ä¤³¹¡A±q²Ä¤³¹¤@ª½Åª¨ì²Ä¤C³¹¡AŪ§¹´N¤U¥x¨Ó¤F¡C
Ãö©ó§È®Ô¥§³o¤@º¸Öºq¡A¦³¤@Ó«Ü¥i·Rªº¬G¨Æ¡G¦³¤@ӶDZФh¨Ó¨ì¤@Ó¯î®q¤W¥h¶ÇºÖµ¡AÁ¿§¹¤§«á¡A¥¿n¼²îÂ÷¶}¡A¦³³\¦h¤g¤H¨Ó³òµÛ¥L¡A¥Î½b¹ïµÛ¥L¡An±N¥L±þ¦º¡C¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡A¥L¹ï¥LÌ»¡¡G¡u¦b§AÌ®g±þ§Ú¥H«e¡A¥i§_Åý§Ú°µ¤@¥ó¨Æ¡H¡vµM«á´N°Û°_³oº¸Öºq¨Ó¡C¨S·Q¨ì°Û§¹¥H«á¡A¤g¤H¤@Ó¤@Óªº§â½b©ñ¤F¤U¨Ó¡A«Ü¦h¤H´N¦¹±o±Ï¤F¡C¥L´N¦b¨ºÓ®q¤W©M³o¨Ç¤g¤H̦b¤@°_¡A¦í¤F«Ü¤[¡C«á¨Ó¥L²×©ón¦^®a¤F¡A«K¤W²î¥h¡F³o¨Ç¤g¤H¤S®³µÛ½b¨Ó³ò¦í¥L¡C¤£¹L¤µ¦¸¤£¬On±þ®`¥L¡A¦Ó¬On®¾¯d¥L¡A¤£®e¥L¨«¡Cù»«»¹¡]Robert
Robinson,
1735-1790¡^ù»«»¹¤p®É©ñ¿º¤£ÀË¡A©ó¤Q¤C·³®ÉÅ¥¤j§G¹D®aÃh¯S´´¶ÇÁ¿°¨¤ÓºÖµ¤T³¹¤C¸`¡G¡u¬r³DªººØÃþ¡A½Ö«ü¥Ü§A̰kÁ×±N¨Óªº©Á«ã©O¡H¡v¸tÆF¤j¤j§@¤u¡A¸g¹L¤T¦~¹s¤CӤ몺¤º¤ß±Ã¤ã¡A²×©ó°ªA¤U¨Ó¡A«¥Í±o±Ï¡Cù»«»¹¤Ö®É¥¢¾Ç¡A³Ì¦h°ª¤¤µ{«×¡A³º¦b¼C¾ô¤j¾Ç®Õ°Ïªº®û«H·|¨Æ©^¡A§l¤ÞµL¼Æ«C¦~Âk¥D¡A¦³·í¥Nªº¬ù®³¤§ºaÅA¡C«á¨Ó¤Þ»â¥q¥¬¯u«H¥Dªº¾¹¥×¡A´N¬Où»«»¹¦b¼C¾ô®Õ°Ï©Òµ²ªºªG¤l¡C¯«¤]ÂǵۥLµ¹¤F§Ṳ́@º¸Öºq¡G¡u¨Ó°Ú¡A§A³o¸UºÖªº¬u·½¡v¡C¨Ó°Ú¡A§A³o¸UºÖªº¬u·½¡I½Õ§Ú¤ß©¶¨ÓºÙ¹|¡I¼¦¼§¦¿ªe´é¬y¤£Â_¡A¢§Ú¤£Â_¨Óºqµú¡CCome,
Thou Fount of every
blessing,Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;Streams of
mercy, never
ceasing,Call for songs of loudest
praise.¦³¤@¤Ñ¡Aù»«»¹¥~¥X¡A¹J¨ì¦³¤H°Ý¥L¹ï©ó³oº¸Öªº·P·Q¡C³o¤H¤£ª¾¹Dù»«»¹´N¬O¸Öºqªº§@ªÌ¡AµM¦Ó¥Ñ©ó·P¨ü¤Ó²`¡A½a°l°ÝÃD¤£¤w¡C³Ì«áù»«»¹§t²\¦^µª»¡¡G¡u³oº¸Ö¬O§Ú´X¦~«e¼gªº¡A·í®É¼g§@ªº³ß¼Ö¬Oª÷¤£´«ªº¡I¡vºÖ¶ë¯S¡]John
Fawcett, D.D.
1739-1817¡^ºÖ¶ë¯S¬O¤@¦ì¤j¦³¾Ç°Ýªº¤H¡A¦ý¥L«oÄ@·N¦b¶m¤U§@¤u¡AÀ°§U³hWªº¸t®{¡C¦bÛ´°ªº®û«H·|¡A¦P¼Ë¦³¤@ӫܦ³¾Ç°Ý¡A¤S³Ì·|Ū¸t¸gªº°òº¸³Õ¤h¡]Doctor
Gill¡^t³dÁ¿¥x«H®§¡C¦³¤@¤Ñ¡A°òº¸±w¯f¤F¡A»Ýn¤HÄ~©Ó¥Lªº¤u§@¡A«K§ä¨ì¶ë¯S¨Ó¡C³o¬O¤@Ó¤j¦nªº¾÷·|¡A¦a¦ì±R°ª¡A¥Í¬¡¦wµÎ¡A¤ñ¸û¦b¶m§ø¥Í¬¡Á}WÀu³Ó±o¦h¡F©ó¬O¥L¬°³o¥ó¨ÆÃ«§i¡A¤S±N³o¨Æ§i¶D¥Lªº©d¤l¡A¥L̳£»{¬°¬O®ÉÔ¸ÓÂ÷¶}¤F¡C·í¥L̤À¤âªº®ÉÔ¡A©Ò¦³§Ì¥S©n©f³£«e¨Ó°e¦æ¡A¨º¨Ç§Ì¥S©n©f¨Ì¨Ì¤£±Ëªº±¡´º¡A¥s¥L̨ü¤£¤F¡A¥Lªº¤Ó¤Ó¹ï¥L»¡¡G¡uºÖ¶ë¯S¡A§Ú·Pı§Ų́«¤£¤F¡C¡v¶ë¯S»¡¡G¡u¤£¦ý§Aı±o¨«¤£¤F¡A§Ú¤]ı±o¨«¤£¤F¡C¡v«K¼g¤F¤@«Ê«H¡A±À±¼¤FÛ´°ªºÁܽСA¤´¯d¦b¶m¤U¨Æ©^¥D¡C¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡A¥L¼g¤F¤@º¸Öºq¡G¡uºÖ«v¡A¥H·RÁpô¡A¸t®{¤ß¤ß¬Û«´¡C¡v¥L¬°µÛ·R¨º¸Ìªº§Ì¥S¡A§âÀu«pªºÁ~ª÷¡B³Ì¦nªº¾÷·|©ñ±ó¤F¡C¦³¤H»¡¡A¥L¦pªG¦bÛ´°¡A¥i¯à³Q¥D¥Î±o§ó¦h¡A§ó¦³¦¨´N¡F¦ý¥L¹ç¥i©M¤@¯Z³hWªº¸t®{¦b¤@°_¡CºÖ«v¡A¥H·RÁpô¡A¸t®{¤ß¤ß¬Û«´¡F©¼¦¹¥æ³q¡A¤@±¡¤@·N¡A¯u¦p¦b¤ÑµL²§¡CBlest
be the tie that
binds Our hearts in Christian love;The fellowship of
kindred mindsIs like
to that
above.²Ä¤Tªiªº¦^ÅT¦b¸Öºqªº²Ä¤Tªi¸Ì±¡A¯«¿³°_¤F¤û¹y©M¬_¬f¡C¤W¤å´¿¤¶²Ð¹L¤û¹y¬°¦Û¤v©Ò¼gªº¹Ó¸O¡A¥i¥Hª¾¹D¥L¤@ª½¨ì¨£¥D±¡A¥L»¡¦Û¤v¬OÓ¸o¤H¡A»X¤F¥Dªº®¦¨å¡C¤û¹y¥ý¬O¸®¦bÛ´°¥LªA¨ÆªºÂ§«ô°ó¡A´X¦~«á¡A¤Ḩâ¥LªºÀe°©²¾¸®¨ì¶ø¥§§ø¡C©Ò¥H¤µ¤Ñ¦bÛ´°¬O¬Ý¤£¨ì¥Lì¨Óªº¹Ó¡A¤£¹L¥Lªº¹Ó¸O¤´¦b¡CÒ\µÜ¼w¡]Augustus
Montague Toplady,
1740-1778¡^¦b²Ä¤Tªi¥H«á¡A¦P¼Ë¦³¤@ÂI¦^ÅT¡A¦b¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¥H«e¡A¯«¿³°_¤F¤@¨Ç¸Ö¤H¡A¦Ó¥L̳£¦³¤@Ó¦@¦P¯SÂI¡A´N¬O¸Öºq¤º®e«Ü«µø¯u²zªº¡C¦¹«á¡A¯«¿³°_¤F¤@ӫܦ³¦Wªº¸Ö¤H¡uÒ\µÜ¼w¡v¡C¥L¬O^»y¥@¬É¸Ì±³Ì³Q¾ÖÀ¹ªº¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡A¥Lªº¡u¥Ã¤[½Y¥Û¬°§Ú¶}¡v¡]Rock
of
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first desire? Jesus, crucified for me; All to happiness aspire, Only to
be found in Thee; Thee to praise, and Thee to know, Constitute our bliss
below; Thee to see, and Thee to love, Constitue our bliss
above.2.
While I feel Thy
love to me, Every
object teems with joy; Here,
O may I
walk with Thee, Then into Thy presence die. Let
me but Thyself possess-
Total sum of
happiness- Real bliss I then
shall prove, Heaven
below and
heaven
above.³oº¸Ö½±o«D±`¦n¡A¥i±¤¦³¤@ÂIªº¯ÊÂI¡A¡u©¯ºÖ´N¤£¬VÆSÅÆ¡vªº¡uÆSÅÆ¡v¤G¦r¡A«Ü¹F·N¡A¦ý¤£¸Ö·N¡C¦ý¬O¡u¤Ñ¤W¤H¶¡¨â¤Ñ°ó¡v«o¬O½±o«D±`¦n¡A§â¨ºÓ·N«ä§¹¥þªí¹F¥X¨Ó¤F¡C°q§J¡]Dr.
Robert Hawker,
1753-1827¡^°q§J¼g¤F¤@º·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡A¬O§Ú̦bÀ¼»æ»E·|®É±`±`°Ûªº¡C§Ú̹ï³o¦ì§Ì¥Sª¾¹Dªº¨Ã¤£¦h¡A¥uª¾¹D¥L¥»¨Ón¾ÇÂå¡A¤G¤Q¤T·³®É³Q¥Dªº·R©ºªA¤F¡AÅܦ¨¤F¶Ç¹D¤H¡Cªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü¡A§ÚÌ·q«ô¡I§ÚÌÁ¾¨õ¹|Æg§A¡I§Ú̲{¤µ±oÃѧA·R¡A¯u¬O§Ú̪ººÖ®ð¡F§Ú̱oµÛ³o¼ËÅv¬`¡A¬O¦]C¿qªº´L¦W¡F§AÆF¤]©M§Ú̪ºÆF¡AÃÒ©ú§Ú̦³¥Í©R¡CAbba,
Father! We adore
Thee, Humbly now our homage pay;Tis Thy childrenÕs
bliss to know Thee,
None but children ÒAbba?say.This high honor we
inherit, Thy free
gift through Jesus?blood;God the Spirit, with our spirit,
Witnesseth weÕre sons of God.³Í§Q¡]Thomas Kelly,
1769-1855¡^³Í§Q¦³¨â¦ì¡A¤@¬O§Ì¥S¹B°Ê¤¤ªº³Í§Q¡]William
Kelly¡^¡A¤@¬O¸Ö¤H³Í§Q¡]Thomas
Kelly¡^¡C¼gÆg¬ü¸Ö¼g±o³Ì¦nªº¦³´XÓ¤H¡A²Ä¤@Ó¬O¹F¯µ¡A¥LªºÆg¬ü¸Ö¸Ì¦³±Ò¥Ü¡F²Ä¤G¬O¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡AÁÙ¦³¥o¼w¥ß´¼¡F¨ä«á´N¬O¸Ö¤H³Í§Q¡C¨ì¤F³Í§Qªº®ÉÔ¡A¸Öºq¤]¨ì¤F¤@Ó°ª®p¡C¤Wzªº¸Öºq§@ªÌ¦h¬O¨Ó¦Û^®æÄõ¡A³Í§Q«h¬O·Rº¸Äõªº¸Ö¤H¡C¦b³£¬fªL¨ü±Ð¨|¡A§ÓÄ@¬O·í«ß®v¡A¦ý¬O«á¨Ó³Q¥D¹J¨£¡A©Ò¥HÂà¦ÓªA¨Æ¯«¡C¥L²¦·~©ó¤T¤@¤j¾Ç¡]Trinity
College¡^¡A»P¹F¯µ¤@¼Ë¡A³£°µ¤F^°ê°ê®a±Ð·|ªº¸t«~¤H¡F¦ý«á¨Ó¥L̬°µÛ¯u²z¡A²æÂ÷¤F°ê®a±Ð·|¡A¦b¿W¥ß±Ð·|ªA¨Æ¯«ªº¨à¤k¡C³Í§Q¼g¤F³\¦h¸Öºq¡A¤ñ¥H¼»µØ¯÷ÁÙn¦h¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¼g¤F¤»¦Êº¡A¥L¼g¤F¬ù¤C¦Ê¤»¤Q¤Cº¡C³Í§Qªº½T¬Oӫܦ³¬Ý¨£¡A¥B«Ü·|¼g¸Ö¡A¤ô·Ç«D±`°ª¡C§Ì¥S·|·íªì°_¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A«Üª`«À¼»æ¡A©Ò¥H«Â®æªL¡]Wigram¡^©M¹F¯µ½s¿è¸Öºqªº®ÉÔ¡A«K¹J¤W«Ü¤jªº§xÃø¡C¦]¬°À¼»æ»E·|ªº«ÂI¤£¦b¬è¨D¡A¤D¦bÆg¬ü¡A¦ÓÆg¬üªº¸Öºq«o«Ü¤Ö¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¦³´Xº¡A¬d²z½Ã´µ²z¦³¤@¨Ç¡A«á¨Ó¥L̵o²{³Í§Q¼g¤F«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡A«K¿ï¤F«Ü¦hº¡A¦¨¤F§Ì¥S·|¸Ö¶°ªº«n¨Ó·½¡A¥Ñ¦¹¥i¥Hª¾¹D³Í§Q¸Öºqªº«~½è«Ü°ª¡A²{¤¶²Ð¼Æº¡C²Ä¤@º¡G±q«e¨ºÀ¹¯ð´ÆªºÀY¡A¤µÀ¹ºaÄ£«a°Ã¡F±Ï¥DC¿q¡A§Ṳ́¸º¡A§A¤µ¤w¤É°ª¤Ñ¡CJesus,
Thy head, once
crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now;HeavÕnÕs
royal diadem adorns
The mighty VictorÕs
brow.³o¬O½×¨ì°ò·þ¤É¤Ñ±oºaÄ£Ãø±oªº¦n¸Ö¡A¸Ö¤¤¥Î¤F³\¦h¹ï¤ñªº¤âªk§â¥DÃDŨ¦«±o¤Q¤À²M´·¡C²Ä¤Gº¡G¹|ÆgÁnµ¦óµ¥Ãø±o¡I©Ò¥HÀ³·íµL¶¡®É¨è¡F¦pªG§Ú̦ۥ̽pÀq¡A¥ÛÀY¤]n»¡¸Ü¬Û³d¡CHow
pleasant is the
sound of praise, It well becomes the saints of
God;Should we refuse
our songs to raise, The stones might tell our shame
abroad.§A¬Ý¡A³oºÆg¬ü¸Ö«D±`¹D¦a¡A¤£ºÞ¬O¤¤¤å¡B^¤å¡]¤¤¤å¬OÙ¬lÁn½ªº¡^¡A¤@ÂI¤£«j±j¡A½T¯à§â§Ṳ́ߤ¤ªº·Pıµoªí¥X¨Ó¡C³oº¸Öªº°ª¼é¬O¦b²Ä¤¸`¡G¤Ñ¨ÏÁö¯àÆg¬ü«ô´Â¡A»¡¯«¬O¯«¡A¦V¯«®¥·q¡F§ÚÌ«o¯àÅw¼Ö°Û¹D¡GЦbÄ_®yÁÙ¦³¤H©Ê¡CThough
angels praise the
heavenly King,And worship Him as God alone,We can
with exultation
sing,ÒHe wears our nature on the
throne.ӲĤTº¡G¬Ýþ¡I«a°Ã¤wµ¹¯Ì¦Ï¡IºaÄ£¡B´L¶Q¤wÂkÍ¢¡I¬°Í¢µL³Bºâ¬O¤Ó°ª¡A¤Ñ¤WµL³B¬O¤Ó¤j¡C¤Ñ¤WµL³B¬O¤Ó¤j¡CBehold
the Lamb with glory
crowned! To Him all powÕr be givÕn;No place too
high for Him is
found, No place too high in
heavÕn.³o¸Ì¥Îªº¥y¤l³£«Ü¯S§O¡AY¤£¬O±Ò¥Üªº¡A¤£¥i¯à¼g³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¥|º¡G¥D¡A±µ¯Ç§Ú̪º¸Öºq¡AÁöµMÁnµ³»¬X®z¡F§ÚÌz»¡§Aªº¼w¡A¾át§Ú̪º¸o¹L¡CLord,
accept our feeble
song! PowÕr and praise to Thee
belong;We would all
Thy grace record,
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Ancient &
Modern¡n¡A·N«ä¬O¥j¤µ¸Ö¿ï¡A©Ò¦³¥j¤µ³Ì¦nªº¸Öºq¦¬¶°¦b¸Ì±¡C¦³¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡B¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¸Ö¡AÁÙ¦³³\¦h¥L̦ۤv©Ò¼g¤ÎĶ¦Û¥j¥N©Ô¤B¤åªº¸Öºq¡C±q³o¥»¸Öºq¸Ì¡A§ÚÌ¥i¥H¬Ý¨£±Ð·|ªºÂ×´I¡C®Ú¾ÚSCM-Canterbury
Press´£¨Ñªº¸ê®Æ¡G±q¤@¤K¤¤K¦~²Ä¤@ª©°_¡Aª½¨ì¤G¡³¡³¡³¦~¡AÁ`¦@°â¥X¦Ü¤Ö¤@»õ¤C¤d¸U¥»¡A¨ä¼vÅT¤§ªø»·¥i¥H·Q¨£¡C³oÓ¹B°Ê¡Aªí±¤W¬Ot±ªº¡A¦ý¤]¬O¯«ªº±Ð·|²Ä¤@¦¸¯à°÷±µÄ²¨ì±q«e©Ò¨S¦³±µÄ²ªº¡A³o¨Ç¥j¥Nªº§@«~²@µLºÃ°Ý¡AÄÝÆFªº¥÷¶q¬O«D±`°ªªº¡C¦¹¥~¡A¦]µÛ³o¨Ç¤û¬zªº§Ì¥S©n©f°l¨DÄÝÆFªº½t¬G¡AÁöµM¦³¨Ç¤H«á¨Óªð¦^¤Ñ¥D±Ð¥h¡A¦ý¥L̦b¨S¦³¦^¤Ñ¥D±Ð¥H«e©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¡A´NµÛÄÝÆF¨Ó»¡¡A¨ä«~½è¬O»·»·¶W¹L±q«eªº¡C¥i¥H»¡¡A³o¬O¦b¸Öºq¤W¤@ӫܰªªº´£¤É¡C±Ð·|±o¨ìªº¡Aªº½T¬O¶W¹L¤F±q«e©Ò¦³ªº¡C²{¬Ý¤@¬Ý¥L̪º§@«~¡C¬_¬fº¸¡]John
Keble,
1792-1866¡^¬_¬fº¸¬O¤û¬z¤j¾Çªº¸Ö¾Ç±Ð±Â¡A¥L¼gªº¸Öºq¹ê¦b«D±`¦n¡C¤×¨ä¥L¦³¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¥s°µ¡mThe Christian
Year¡n¡A®Ú¾Ú°ò·þ®{±q¦~ªì¨ì¦~§À¡A´_¬¡¸`¡B¸t½Ï¸`µ¥µ¥¡A¥H¤Î¦±á¡B±ß¶¡µ¥ºØºØ¸`¥O³£³Ð§@¤F¤@¨Ç¸Öºq¡C¦]¬°¥L¬O¸Ö¾Ç±Ð±Â¡A«~½è¦ÛµM¬O²Ä¤@¬yªº¡C¦b¥L¥h¥@¤§«e¡A³o¤@¥»¸Ö¼Ö¤w¸g¦Aª©¦Ü¤E¤Q¤»¦¸¤§¦h¡C¦³¤@¦¸¡A¥§º¸¡]¥§º¸ºë©ó©Ô¤B¤å©M§ÆÃ¾¤å¡A±M¥ô½Ķ¤u§@¡^¦b»P¬_¬fº¸¤@°_¤u§@ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦V¥L¶}¤F¤@¤Uª±¯º¡C¥L¹ï¬_¬fº¸»¡¡G¡u¥i§_Åý§Ú¶i§A©Ð¶¡°µ¤@¥ó¨Æ¡H¡v«Ü§Ö¦a´N¥X¨Ó¡A¤â¤W®³µÛ¤@º¸Öºq¡A»¡¡G¡u¬_¬fº¸¡A§A¤£¬O«ÅºÙ©Ò¦³¡mThe
Christian
Year¡n¸Ì±ªº¸Öºq³£¬O§A³Ð§@ªº»ò¡H¡v¥L¦^µª»¡¡G¡u¤£¿ù¡A¥þ³¡³£¬O§Ú¼gªº¡C¡v¥§º¸»¡¡G¡u¤£¹ï§r¡A¬°¬Æ»ò§Ú¦b©Ô¤B¤åªº¸Öºq¸Ì±§ä¨ì¦³¤@º©M§Aªº¤@¼Ò¤@¼Ë¡H§A¤@©w¬O§Û¥¦ªº¡C¡v¬_¬fº¸±Ð±Â¾ÌµÛ¨}ª¾¦^µª»¡¡G¡u§Úµ´¹ï¬O¦Û¤v³Ð§@ªº¡A±q¨S¦³§Û¤H¡AÂ_¨S¦³¬Ý¹L©Ô¤B¤å¡AµM«á§â¥¦®³¹L¨Ó¡C¡v¦b³o®ðª^«Üºò±iªº®ÉÔ¡A¥§º¸¯ºµÛ»¡¡G¡u¬_¬fº¸¡Aè¤~§Ú¨ì©Ð¶¡¥h¡A«Ü§Ö´N§â§Aªº¨ºº¸Öºq½¦¨©Ô¤B¤å¡C¡v¥D¹ê¦b¨Ï¥Î¤F¬_¬fº¸©M¥§º¸¡C²{¬Ý¬_¬fº¸¨âº¸Öºq¡A¤@Ó¬O¦±áªº¡A¤@Ó¬O±ß¤W¡A³£«Ü¦n¡C²Ä¤@º¬O±ß¤Wªº¸Ö¡G±Ï¥DC¿q¡A§Úªº¤Ó¶§¡A¦³§A¦P¦b¡A©]¤]©ú«G¡F¤ÅÅý¤H¥@¦³¶³¾B±»¹²¤H¤ß²´¡A¤£¨£·OÃC¡CSun
of my soul, Thou
Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near;Oh, may
no earthborn cloud
arise,To hide Thee from Thy servantÕs
eyes.¤@¿´²î¸üº¡°üÀ©¦bÂ÷®ü©¤¤£»·¤§³B¥¢¨Æ¡AÀH®ö¦Ó¥h¡C®ÉȶÀ©ü®É¤À¡A©¤¤Wªº¤H«æ¦£·f±Ï¡AµL©`©]¹õ§C««¡A¬Ý¤£²M²îªº¤è¦ì¡C¥¿¦b¦^ÀYªð©¤¤§»Ú¡A©¿µM¶Ç¨Ó¤kµ¡G¡u±Ï¥DC¿q¡A§Úªº¤Ó¶§¡v¡A±Ï¥Íªº¤Hû¤D¶¶µÛºqÁn¡A§ä¨ì¤F²î¡A²×©ó±Ï¤F¥þ²î¤j¤p¡C²Ä¤Gº¬O±á§óªº¸Ö¡G¨C¤é¦±á·R³£·sÂA¡A¦AÅã¦b§Ú«·s¦^¿ô¡F¨Ï§Ú¥¦w«×¹LºÎ¯v¡A´_¦³«ä·Q¡B¯à¤O¡B¥Í©R¡CNew
every morning is the
love Our wakÕning and uprising prove;Thro?sleep
and darkness safely
brought,Restored to life, and powÕr, and
thought.³o¤@º¸Öì¬O¤Q¤»¸`ªºªø¸Ö¡A¸`ÁYª©ªº²Ä¤@¸`¬Oì¸Öªº²Ä¤¸`¡C¬_¬fº¸¦V¨ÓÁ¾µê¬°Ãh¡C¦³¤@¦¸°ÑÆ[¤@©Ò¥D¤é¾Ç®Õ¡A¾Ç¥Í̳£¬O¥Lªº¸Ö°g¡C®ÕªøÁܽЬ_¬fº¸°V¸Ü«o³Q°û©Ú¤F¡AµM¦Ó¬_¬fº¸«o@¤ß¦aÅ¥¥L̰۸֡Aº¸«á¯ºµÛ¦^À³»¡¡G¡u«Ä¤lÌ¡A§A̰۪º¦±½Õ¤ÓÀu¬ü¤F¡A¦ýÄ@§A̪º¤@¥Í¯à¤ñ¬ü³o¤ä¦±¤l¡AµM«á¦³´Â¤@¤é¡A§AÌ´N¯à¦b¤Ñ¤W©M¤Ñ¨Ï¤@¦Pºq°Û¡C¡v¯Ã°Ò¡]John
Henry Newman,
1801-1894¡^¯Ã°Ò¥i¥H»¡¬O²Ä¤Q¤E¥@¬ö³Ì¦h²£¤]¬O³Ì¦³¤Oªº§@®a¡A¦b^¤å¤å¾Ç¬É¤¤³ôºÙ¤j®v¯Åªº¤Hª«¡AµM¦Ó¥Lªº¦WÁn»·¼½¡AµL»·¥±©¡¡A¥DnÂk¥\©ó¤U¦C³o¤@º¸Öºq¡CµL½×±q¨º¤@Ó¨¤«×¨Ó¬Ý¡A¥L£¬O¤W¼¤§§@¡C¤Þ§Ú¡A¬X·Rªº¥ú¡I³±¼v¥|³ò¡A¨D§A¤Þ§Ú¡F¶Â©]¤S¶Â¡A§Ú¤S®a¶m»·¹H¡A¨D§A¤Þ¾É¡F«O¦u§Ú¸}¡F§Ú¤£¨D¨£»·´º¡A¤@¨B¡A¤w¥i¨Ï§Úª¾¨¬¤ß©w¡CLead,
kindly light, amid
thÕencircling gloom,Lead Thou me on; The night is
dark, and I am far
from home,Lead Thou me on; keep Thou my feet;I do not
ask to seeThe
distant scene-one step enough for
me.¯Ã°Ò³oº¸Öºq¬O¦b¦^¨ìù°¨±Ð¤§«e¤Q¤G¦~¡A±q¸q¤j§Q¨ú¹Dªk°ê°¨Áɦ^^°êªº³~¤¤¼gªº¡C¨º®É¥L¤j¯fªì·U¡A¦ÛµMÂk¤ß¦ü½b¡AµL©`©Ò·f¤§²î¦b¼»¤B¡]Sardina¡^®qªþªñ¤§Bonfacio®ü®l¹J¨ìÁü·¡A³Q¢°±º¢¤@§«ô¤§¤[¡C°£¤F¯f«áÅé®z¡A¦A¥[¤W¦³·P©ó±Ð·|¥ú´º¤§¯î²D¡A¦Ê·P¥æ¶°¤U¡A³oº¸Öºq´N½Ï¥Í¤F¡C½×¨ì³o¤@º¸Ö¡A¬ã¨s¸Öºq·½¦Òªº¾ÇªÌ¦¶§Q¦w¡]John
Julian¡^»{¬°¥¦¬O¤Q¤E¥@¬ö³ÌÀu¬üªº§ç±¡¸Ö¤§¤@¡C¯Ã°Ò¼g§¹³oº¸Ö¦^¨ì^°êªº¤U¤@Ó¥D¤é¡A´NÅ¥¨ì¬_¬fº¸¦b¤û¬zªºµÛ¦WÁ¿³¹¡GAssize
Sermon¡C¯Ã°Ò»¡¡G¡u¬_¬fº¸³o½gÁ¿¹D¡A¬O¤û¬z¹B°Êªº¥¿¦¡¶}©l¡C¡v¥§º¸¡]John
Mason Neale,
1818-1866¡^¹ï©ó¦´Á¤Î¤¤´Á±Ð·|ªº¸Öºq¡A³\¦h³£¬O¥§º¸¤¶²Ðªº¡A¦]¬°¥LÀ´±o©Ô¤B¤å©M§ÆÃ¾¤å¡A¬O¥L§â¥¦Ì½Ķ¹L¨Ó¤F¡C³o¸Ì¬O¥Lªº¥Nªí§@¡G1.
ª÷¦â¼»§N¤Ñ¤W¶m¡A¬y¥¤»P»e¤§¦a¡I §Ú¤ß¤£¦íªºÃh·Q¡A¤é©]»î²o¹Úô¡F
µLªk·Q¡I®@¡AµLªk·Q³ß¼Ö·|¬O«ç¼Ë¡I ºa¥ú«ç¼Ë¬O¤Q¸U¤V¡A©¯ºÖ«ç¼ËµLæ!1. Jerusalem the
golden, with milk
and honey blest,Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and
voice oppressed. I know not, O I know not, what joys await us
there,
What radiancy of
glory, what bliss beyond compare.2. They
stand, those
halls of Zion, all
jubilant with song,And bright with many an angel, and
all the martyr
throng; The Prince is
ever in them, the daylight is
serene.The pastures
of the bless䓤 are decked in glorious sheen.3. O sweet
and bless䓤 country, the home
of GodÕs elect! O
sweet and bless䓤
country, that eager
hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us to
that dear
land of rest, Who art, with God the Father,
and Spirit, ever blessed.4.
And how we watch and
struggle, and now we live in hope, And
Zion in her
anguish with Babylon
must cope;But He whom now we trust in shall then be
seen and known,And
they that know and see Him shall have Him for their
own.5. Jerusalem the glorious! Glory of
the elect! O dear and future
vision that eager
hearts expect! Even now by
faith I see thee, even here
thy walls discern;To
thee my thoughts are kindled, and strive, and
pant, and yearn.6. For
thee, O dear, dear country, mine eyes their vigils
keep;For very love,
beholding, thy happy name, they weep:The mention of
thy glory is unction
to the breast,And medicine in sickness, and love,
and life, and
rest.¦³¤H»¡¥§º¸¦b±Ð·|ªº¬Ýªk¤WÁöµM¦P±¡»p¬f¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤´¦u¦íºÖµ°}Àç¡C¦b©Ê®æ¤W¡A¥§º¸¦³¦p»p¬f¡A®É±`¬yÅS°ò·þªººa¥ú¡C¦]¨äÄÝÆFªº²`«×¥[¤W¨ä»y¨¥ªº¼s«×¡A¦ü¥G¥u¦³¥L¯à±N©Ô¤B©Î§ÆÃ¾¥@¬É®IÂäw¤[ªº±Ð·|Ä_Âëõ±¸¥X¨Ó¡A¹ï±Ð·|§@¥X¤F³Ì¨ô¶Vªº°^Äm¡C¤W±³oº¸Öªºì§@ªÌ¬O§J§f¥§ªº¬fº¸¯Ç¡]Bernard
of
Cluny¡^¡A¤Q¤G¥@¬öªk°êªº¤@¦ìפh¡Cì¸Ö¦@¤T¤d¦æ¡A¥Ø«eªº³o´X¸`¸Ö¥u¬O¨ä¤¤ªº¤@¤p¬q¡C¬fº¸¯Ç¦³·P©ó¥@¬É¤w¼ç¤J¥L©Ò°Ñ¥[ªº×¹D°|¡A°|¤º°|¥~¥´¦¨¤@¤ù¡A³£¬O¥@¬É¡C©ó¬O¥L°_¨Ó¤jÁn¯e©I¡G¡u±Ð·|À³¸Ó¤Uºô¥´³½¡A¤£¬Onªf¦W³¨ÅA¡A¿nöã°]Ä_¡C¡v¦P®É±N¥Lªº·Pı¤Æ¦¨¸Öºq¡A¤Uµ§¤T¤d¦æ¡A´yø¥@¬Éªº¦ÊºA¡A±q¥@¬Éªº±ÑÃa¡B¦Ã©¡A¨ì¥@¬Éªºµu¼È¡A³Ì«áÂà¨ì¹ï¤Ñ¶mªºÂQ©¹©M¬ß±æ¡C¥Ñ©ó¥Lªº¥@¬É¥]¬A×¹D°|¤ºªº¥@¬É¡A¥Lªºµ§¤U¨S¦³©ñ¹L¯«¤÷¡Bפk¡B¥D±Ð¡Bפh¡A¬Æ¦Ü©ó¤W¦Üù°¨¡AµL©Ò¤£¥]¡C³o¤T¤d¦æ¸ÖºÙ§@»Àµø¥@¬Éºq¡]De
Comtemptu
Mundi¡^¡AÃÒ©ú¬fº¸¥§¬O±Ð·|¥v¤WÃø±o»{ÃѬƻò¬O¥@¬Éªº¸Ö¤H¡C¦p¦¹¥v©Ò¨u¨£ªº¬v¬v¼Æ¤d¦æªºªø¸Ö¡A¤£¶È¥²¶·n¦³¤åÃÀ¤Wªº¤j¤âµ§¡A§ó»Ýn¦³±q¸tÆF¨Óªº·P°Ê¤~¯à¦¨¥\¡C¶}´µ«Âº¸¡]Edward
Caswell,
1814-1878¡^¶}´µ«Âº¸¬Oӽͤj®v¡A½Ķ¤F«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡A¦p¡GC¿q¡A¥un¤@·Q¨ì§A¡A§Ú¤ß´Nº¡¥Ì²¢¡F¦ý³o¥Ì²¢ÁÙ»·¤£¤Î¿Ë²´¬Ý¨£§A±¡C1. Jesus,
the very thought of
Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter
far Thy face to see, And in Thy
presence rest.2. Nor
voice can sing, nor
heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy
blessed Name, O Saviour of mankind!3. O hope of every contrite heart, O joy
of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to
those who seek!4. But what to those who find? Ah, this Nor
tongue nor pen
can show; The
love of Jesus, what it is, None
but His loved ones know.5.
Jesus, our only joy
be Thou, As
Thou our prize will be; Jesus
be Thou
our glory now, And through eternity.6. O Jesus, King most wonderful Thou
Conqueror renowned, Thou
sweetness most ineffable In
Whom all joys are
found!7. When once Thou visitest the heart, Then truth begins to shine,
Then earthly
vanities depart, Then
kindles love divine.8. O
Jesus,
light of all below, Thou fount
of living fire, Surpassing
all the joys we
know, And all we can desire.9. Jesus, may all confess Thy name, Thy
wondrous love adore, And, seeking
Thee, themselves inflame To
seek Thee
more and more.10. Thee, Jesus, may our voices bless, Thee may we love
alone, And ever in our lives express The image of
Thine own.11. O Jesus,
Thou the beauty art Of angel
worlds above; Thy Name
is music to the
heart, Inflaming it with love.12. O
most sweet Jesus, hear the sighs Which
unto Thee we send; To
Thee our inmost spirit cries; To
Thee our prayers
ascend.13. Abide with
us, and let Thy light Shine,
Lord, on every
heart; Dispel the darkness of our night; And joy to all impart.14. Jesus,
our love and joy to
Thee, The virginÕs holy Son, All might and praise and
glory be, While
endless ages
run.³o¬O¤@º²`¨ü¤j²³³ß·Rªº¸Öºq¡A³z¹L¶}´µºûº¸¥Í°ÊªºÂ½Ä¶¡A^»y¸t®{¥@¬É§ä¨ì¤F®IÂó\¤[ªºÄ_ÂáC³oº¸Ö¬O±qì¨Óªø¹F¥|¤Q¤G¸`ªº©Ô¤B¸Ö¸`¿ý¥X¨Óªº¡C¾Ú»¡³oº¸Öªºì¤å«D±`Àu¬ü¡A¦³¤H»¡¥L¬O¤¤¥@¬ö³Ì¬üÄRªº¸Öºq¡C³o¸Öªºì§@ªÌ¬O¬_©Ô¨U¯÷ªº¬fº¸¯Ç¡]Bernard
of Clairvaux,
1091-1153¡^¡A¬O¤¤¥j¥@¬öªº¤@·ø©ú¿O¡A¯«¤]¹ê¦b¨Ï¥Î¥L¡C°¨¤B¸ô¼wºÙ¥L¬O¡u¾ú¥v¤W³Ì¦nªº×¤h¡A§Ú¹ï¥Lªº¥õ®¥»·¶W¹L¨ä¥LפhªºÁ`©M¡v¡C¥L¦º«á¦³¤HºÙ¥L§@³Ì«áªº¤@¦ì¨Ï®{¡C±q±Ð·|¾ú¥v¨Ó¬Ý¡A¥L¥i»¡¬O¥\¹L°Ñ¥b¡C¥Lªº¹L¬O¥L¹ªÀy¤H°Ñ¥[²Ä¤G¦¸ªº¤Q¦rx¡F¥i¬O¥L©M¥D¤§¶¡ªºÃö«Y¡A¦b¨º®É¥N§ä¤£¨ì¤@Ó¤H¤Î¥L¡C¥L¹ï¶®ºq¦³³z¹ýªº»{ÃÑ¡A«á¨Ó¦³¤H±N¥LÁ¿¸Ñ¶®ºqªº«H®§¥Xª©¦¨®Ñ¡A¸Ì±ªº«G¥ú«D±`Â×´I¡C¤Q¤G¥@¬öÁö¬O±Ð·|¶Â·t®É´Á¡A¦ý¬O§ÚÌ¥i¥H§ä¨ì«D±`·R¥D¡B·q°@¡A©M¥DªºÃö«Y«D±`¬üÄRªº¸t®{¡C¦p¦ó§ä¨ì¥LÌ©O¡H´N¬O³z¹L¤û¬z¹B°Ê¤¤°·±Nªº°l·¹©M«õ±¸¡A¥§º¸©M¶}´µ«Âº¸ªºÂ½Ä¶¡A¨Ï§Ú̪¾¹D¦b¥j¥@¬ö¡A¦³¤£¤Ö¤H«Ü¦³²`«×©MÄÝÆFªº¥÷¶q¡C¬fº¸¯Ç¦bªk°ê¥_³¡ªº²`¤s¡A«Ø³y¤@®y×¹D°|¡A¨º»ò¤s¨¦«á¨Ó©R¦W¬°¬_©Ô¨U¯Y¡]Clairvaux¡^¡A¥ú©ú¤§¨¦ªº·N«ä¡C¥Lªº¼vÅT¤£¥u¬O¨Ãä¦Ê¦ì¥ª¥kªº§Ì¤l¡A«á¨Ó³s±Ð¬Ó¡A§g¥D¡A¶Q±Ú«×¦V¥L¨D±Ð¡C¥Lµn°ª¤@©I´£Ò²Ä¤G¦¸¤Q¦rxªº®ÉÔ¡A¦³¤H»¡¡A¥L±q¬_©Ô¨U¯Y²Îªv¤F¥þ¥@¬É¡C¶}´µ«Âº¸ªº¥t¤@ºÂ½Ä¶¡G1.
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§Ún¦V¥Dʾa¡AÄ@C¿q¨üÆg¬ü¡C1. When morning gilds the
skies, my heart awaking
cries:May Jesus
Christ be praised!Alike at work and prayer, to Jesus I
repair:May Jesus
Christ be praised!2. When
you begin the day, O never fail
to say, May Jesus Christ be praised! And at your
work rejoice, to sing
with heart and
voice, May Jesus
Christ be praised!3. WheneÕer the sweet
church bell, peals
over hill and dell,May Jesus Christ be praised!O
hark to what it
sings, as joyously it rings,May Jesus Christ be praised!4.
My tongue shall
never tire of chanting with the choir, May
Jesus Christ
be praised! This song of
sacred joy, it never seems to cloy, May
Jesus
Christ be praised!5. Does sadness fill
my mind? A solace here I find,
May Jesus Christ be
praised! Or
fades my earthly bliss? My comfort still
is this, May Jesus Christ be praised!6. To God, the Word, on
high, the
host of angels cry, May Jesus
Christ be praised!Let mortals, too,
upraise their voice
in hymns of praise,May Jesus Christ be praised!7. Be
this at meals your
grace, in every time and place; May
Jesus Christ be
praised! Be this, when day is past, of all your thoughts
the last May
Jesus Christ be
praised!8. When
mirth for music longs, this is my song of
songs: May Jesus Christ be praised! When
evening shadows fall, this
rings my curfew
call, May Jesus
Christ be praised!9. When
sleep her balm
denies, my silent
spirit sighs, May Jesus
Christ be praised! The
powers
of darkness fear,
when this sweet chant they hear:May Jesus Christ be
praised!10. The night becomes
as day when from the heart we say:May
Jesus Christ be
praised!When evil thoughts molest, with this I shield my
breast, May Jesus
Christ be praised!11. No
lovelier antiphon, in all high
heavÕn is known Than, Jesus Christ be praised! There to the eternal
Word, the eternal
psalm is heard: May Jesus Christ be
praised!12. Let all
the earth around,
ring joyous with the sound: May
Jesus Christ be
praised! In heavenÕs eternal bliss the loveliest strain is
this: May
Jesus
Christ be
praised!13. Sing,
suns and stars of space, sing, ye that see
His face,Sing, Jesus
Christ be praised!GodÕs whole creation oÕer, for
aye and
evermoreShall Jesus Christ be praised!14. In
heavenÕs eternal
bliss, the loveliest
strain is this, May
Jesus Christ be praised! Let
earth, and sea and
sky from depth to height reply, May
Jesus Christ be
praised!15. Be this, while
life is mine, my canticle divine: May
Jesus
Christ be praised! Sing
this eternal song through all the ages long: May
Jesus Christ be
praised!´´¬f¡]Frederick William Faber,
1815-1863¡^»¡¨ì¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¡A´´¬f¦P¼Ë¨ã¦³¦´Á±Ð·|¼g¸Ö¤Hªº·Pı¡C¥L©Ò¼gªºªF¦è©M¦¡B¤¤´Á±Ð·|®É´Á«ÜÃþ¦ü¡AÄÝÆF¥÷¶q«Ü«¡F¬O¤½»{¦b^»y¥@¬Éº©}¤@«üªº¸Ö¤H¡C¥Lªº¸Öºq¤£¦ý¦³¥ú¡A±q¤å¾Ç¡AµüĦ©M¸Ö·N¨¤«×¬Ý¡A¤]¬O°ª¶Wªº¡F¥i±¤¥L«á¨Ó¦^¨ìù°¨±Ð¥h¡C¦´Á±Ð·|¦³«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªºªF¦è¡A¦ý¬O¨ºÓ®ÉÔªº¯u²z¤£¬O¨º»ò³z«G¡C´´¬fªººÖµ¯u²z«Ü²M·¡¡A¥L¦AÃM¦b³o¨Ç¥ý¤HªºªÓ»H¤W¡A°l¨D¥Í©Rªº¸g¾ú¡A¦ÛµM¯à§â¥j¥N¸t½åªº¸Öºq¦A¥Î¥L²{¦bªº¸Üµoªí¥X¨Ó¡C¦pªGŪ¥Lì¨ÓªºµÛ§@¡A·|¦³«Ü¤jªºÀ°§U¡C«á¨Ó³³®¤¥Xª©¦³Ãö¾ú¥@¾ú¥N¶ø¯µ¬£ªº¸Ö¡A¨ä¤¤¦³³\¦h¬O´´¬fªºµÛ§@¡C¸Õ¬Ý¥Lªº¡uFaith
of our
Fathers¡v¡G¥j¸t«H¥õ¡A¤´µM¬¡µÛ¡A¤£ÅUÞº»¡B¯P¤õ¡B§Q¼C¡F§Ú̪º¤ß¥Rº¡³ß¼Ö¡A¨C³{Å¥¨£¦p¦¹ºa¨¥¡C°Æºq¡G¥j¸t«H¥õ¡I¯«¸t«H¥õ¡I©¾¤ß¤£¤G¡A¦Ü¦º°íè¡CFaith
of our fathers,
living still,In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;O how
our hearts beat high
with joyWhenever we hear that glorious
Word!Refrain:Faith
of our fathers, holy faith!We will be true to thee till
death.³o¬O«Ü¦nªº¤@º¸Öºq¡AÁ¿¨ì¥j¸tªº«H¥õ¡C³oÓ«H¥õ¤@ª½¤U¨Ó¡A«Ü¦h¤HÄ@·N§âÀYÆ`©MÂA¦åÂ\¤W¡C¤£¹L³oÁÙ¤£¬O¥L³Ì¦nªº¡A³Ì¦nªº¤@º¬O¡uC¿q¡AC¿q¡A§Úªº©Ê©R¡v¡A·Pı«D±`²Ó¿°¡A§Ú̦bÀ¼»æ®É±`±`°Û¡C1.
C¿q¡AC¿q¡A§Úªº©Ê©R¡A¦]¬°·Rªº½t¬G¡A ¨Dì½Ì§Ú¡A±N§A¸t¦W¡A¤é©À¤d¹M¤£¦í¡C
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§Aªº¯º®e¬O§ÚÅw³ß¡A§Ú·R¡A·R§A¡A§A¡A¥D¡C1. O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me if I
say,
For very love, Thy
sacred Name A
thousand times a day.2. I love Thee so
I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning
fire Within my very soul.3. Burn, burn, O love, within my
heart, Burn
fiercely night and
day, Till all the dross of
earthly loves Is
burned, and
burned away.4. O light in darkness, joy in grief, O heavÕn begun on
earth; Jesus, my Love, my Treasure, who Can tell what Thou art worth?5.
What limit is there
to this love? Thy flight, where wilt
Thou stay? On,
on! our Lord is
sweeter far Today
than yesterday.Refrain: O
Jesus, Lord,
with me abide; I rest in Thee, whateÕer betide; Thy gracious smile is
my reward; I love, I
love Thee,
Lord!´´¬f¼g³oº¸Öºq®É¬O¨S¦³½Õ¤lªº¡A¬O«Å«H«á¨Ó°t¤Wªº¡C«Å«H¡]A. B. Simpson¡^¬O«Å¹D·|¡]Mission
Alliance¡^ªº³Ð©l¤H¡F³o«Å¹D·|¤]µ¹¤¤°ê±a¨Ó«Ü¤jªºÀ°§U¡C«Å«H¬O¦b¦hÛ¦h¥X¥Í¡Bªø¤j¡A«á¨Ó¥h¤F¬ü°ê¡A¯««D±`ªº¨Ï¥Î¥L¡C¨º®É¡A«Å«H©M¥d¯Sn¬°«Å¹D·|½s¤@¥»¸Öºq¡A¥s§@¡mHymns
of Christian
life¡n¡A´N¬O°ò·þ®{¥Í¬¡ªº¸Öºq¡C¦]¬°«Å«HŪ¤F«Ü¦h¶ø¯µ¬£ªºªF¦è¡A¦ÛµM¿ï¨ú¤F´´¬fªº¸Öºq¡C«Å«H¦³¤@Ó¯SÂI¡A´N¬O¥L©P³ò¦³³\¦h§@¦±°t¼Öªº¤H¡A©Ò¥H¡A¥L̬°´´¬fªº¸Ö°t¤W¦±½Õ¡C³o¸Öºq«D±`¬üÄR¡A¤£¬O´¶³q¤H¯à°÷¼g¥X¨Ó¡A¤@©w»P¥D¦³·¥¿Ë±Kªº¥æ³q¡A¤~¯à¦³³o¯S§Oªº·Pı¡C¦¹¥~¡A³oº¸Öºq¤@±«Ü¹³¥j®É¥N¸t®{̪º§@«~¡A¦ý¤S¤ñ±q«e§óÂ×´I¡Cì¦]¬O¼g³oº¸Öºqªº¤H¤w¸g±oµÛºÖµªº¦n³B¡A¦b¯u²z¤W¦³¨}¦nªº°ò¦¡AµM«á¦b³oÓ°ò¦¤W¦A¶i²`¥h¡A©Ò¥H¼g¥X³o¤£¤Zªº§@«~¡Aµ¹±Ð·|±a¨Ó«Ü¤jªº°^Äm¡C¦A¬Ý¥L¥t¤@º¸Öºq¡G1.
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¦n¹³³Ì¿ù¡A¤]¬O³Ì¹ï¡AY¬OÍ¢ªº¦®·N¡C1. I
worship Thee, sweet will of God, And all
Thy ways adore; And
every day I live I
seem To love Thee more and
more.2. And
He hath
breathed into my
soul A special
love of Thee, A love to lose
my will in His,
And by that loss be
free.3. I
love to see Thee bring to nought The plans
of wily man; When simple hearts
outwit the wise, O
Thou are loveliest
then!4. I love to kiss each print where Thou Hast
set Thine unseen feet:
I cannot fear Thee,
blessed Will! Thine empire is so
sweet.5. I
have no
cares, O blessed
Will! For all my cares
are Thine; I
live in triumph,
Lord! For Thou Hast made Thy triumphs
mine.Refrain: Ill
that He blesses
is our good, And unblest good is
ill; And all is right that seems
most
wrong If it be His sweet
will.³o¤@º¸ÖÁ¿¨ì¯«ªº¦®·N¡A¦ü¥G¨S¦³¨ä¥LÁ¿¨ì¯«¦®·Nªº¸Öºq¡A¤ñ³oº§ó¦nªº¡A¸Õ¬Ý°Æºq¡uÍ¢¦p¯¬ºÖ¡AW¤]Åܼ¢¡A§_«h¼Ö¥ç¥i±¡v©M²Ä¤G¸`¡A¯u¨Ï§ÚÌ»{ÃѬƻò¥s°µ¯«ªº¦®·N¡C¤¤¤åªºÂ½Ä¶¤]«D±`¦n¡C§@ªÌ´´¬f¹ê¦b¬O»{ÃÑ¥Dªº¡AĶªÌ¦P¼Ë¦b¥D¸Ì¦³«Ü²`ªº¸g¾ú¡F¥LÌ·R¼}¯«ªº¦®·N¡A¤£©È¯«ªº¦®·N¡A¦]¦¹¥L̳ßÅwÍ¢¨Ó²Îªv¡C¦A¬Ý¤@º¥O§ÚÌÅå³Yªº¸Öºq¡A¯u·Q¹³¤£¨ì¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¯à°÷¼g¥X³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¡C´N¬O¤µ¤Ñ§ÚÌ»â¨ü¤F³\¦hªº±Ð¾É¡A¤]¤£®e©ö¼g¥X¨º¼Ëªº·Pı¨Ó¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¤µ¤Ñ¨Ã¨S¦³¤@º¦PÃþªº¸Öºq¤ñ³o¤@º§ó¦n¡C³o¸Ì¯S§O¬O«üµÛ¡u¶¶ªA®¦»I¡vªº±Ð°V¡A¤µ¤Ñ¤w«Ü¤Ö¤HÁ¿®¦»I±Ð°V¡A«Ü¤Ö¤HÁ¿n·ÓµÛ¸Ì±ªº·Pı¡An´L«¡Bn¸òÀH¸tÆF¦b¸Ì±³Ì¤pªº«Å§G¡C¥i·Q¦Óª¾¡A´´¬f¦b¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¤w¬O¤@Ó¶¶ªA®¦»I±Ð°Vªº¤H¡C©Î³\§Ṳ́]Å¥¹L¦h¦¸¡u¶¶ªA®¦»I¡vªºÁ¿¹D¡A¦ý§Ṵ́۳oº¸Öºqªº®ÉÔ¡A¯u¯à§â§Ú̪º·Pı±a¶i¥h¡C¥D¡A§Ú´¿§_¥s¸tÆF¼~·T¡A¬y¿º¡BÀH«K¨Ã§N¸¨¡HµM¦Ó§Úªº¥Ç¸o©M°h«á¡A¥¼´¿¥sÍ¢¹½Â¹L¡C°Æºq¡G¨D§A¦h½ç§ÚÌ¥H¸tÆF¡AÅýÍ¢¥ú·Ó¨ÃµI¿N¡A±N§A¨Ñµ¹§Ú̧@¥Í©R¡A¨Ï§Ú¤£¦íªºÃ«§i¡COh,
have we grieved
Thee, gracious Spirit?Wayward, wanton, cold are we;And
still our sins, and
many wandÕrings, Never yet have wearied
Thee.Refrain:Holy
Ghost come down upon Thy Children, Give us grace, and make us
Thine;Thy cleansing
fires within us kindle, Blessed Spirit, Dove
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Montgomery,
1771-1854¡^¦b³o½u¤W²Ä¤@Ó¤Hª«¬O»Xô°¨§Q¡A¬O¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº«á¸Ç¡A¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¬O¨ì¦è¦L«×¶ÇºÖµªº«Å±Ð¤h¡C¥LÁö¦í¦b^°ê¡A«o¦Û¤p¦b¼¯º¸ºû¨ÈªºÀô¹Ò©³¤Uªø¤j¡C´N¦b¥H¼»µØ¯÷©M¬d²z½Ã´µ²zªº¼vÅT°I°h®É¡A¯«¿³°_¥L¨Ó¡C¥L¤@¥Í¼g¤F¥|¦Êºªº¸Öºq¡A«~½è³£¬O«D±`°ªªº¡C§ÚÌ^¤å¤£°÷¦n¡A¤]¤£·|µû½×¡A¦ý¦³¸Öµû»¡¡A¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸Ö³£¹F¤£¨ì»Xô°¨§Qªº¤ô·Ç¡C¥i¨£¥Lªº¸Ö¡A¤ñ¤Q¤K¥@°Oªº°ª¤F¤@¼h¡C¦b¸Öºq¥v¤W¡A»Xô°¨§Q©M¬_¬f¦P¬°³Ç¥Xªº¥«H®{¸Ö¤H¡C§Ú̵y¬°¬Ý¤@¬Ý¥Lªº¸Ö¡C§ÚÌ·Ó§A®¦´f¸Ü»y¡A±aµÛÁ¾¨õ¤ß·N¡F¨ü¦ºªº¥D¡A§ÚÌ·|»E¡A²{¤µ¨Ó°O©À§A¡CAccording
to Thy gracious
word,In meek humility,This will I do, my dying Lord,I
will remember
Thee.©úÅã³o¬O¤@ºÀ¼»æªº¸Öºq¡CÀ¼»æ¦b¼¯º¸ºû¨È§Ì¥S̤¤¶¡¬O·íµMªº¨Æ¡A¥L̪º´_¿³¤]¬O±qÀ¼»æ¶}©l¡C©Ò¥H³o¬O«Ü¦nªº¤@ºÀ¼»æªº¸Öºq¡C¦A¬Ý¥LÁ¿¡uë§i¡vªº¤@º¸Ö¡A¬O½×ë§iªº¸Ö¤¤³Ì¦nªº¤§¤@¡A¤]¬O»Xô°¨§Qªº¥Nªí§@¡G1.
ë§i¤D¬O¸Û¤ß¤§Ä@¡A¦³¨¥©Î¬OµL¨¥¡A ¤D¬OÁô¤õ¤@ª½½L±Û¡A¦b¤H¯ÝÁr¤§¶¡¡C2.
ë§i¤D¬Ot«¤§¼Û¡A¤D¬O§Ôµh¤§²\¡A ¤D¬O²´¥Ø¦V¤W¤@¤¡A»P¥D³æ¿W¬Û¹ï¡C1. Prayer
is the soulÕs sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed; The motion of a
hidden fire That trembles in
the breast.2. Prayer
is the burden of a
sigh, The falling of a tear The upward glancing of
an eye, When none
but
God is near.¦è¬f¡]Reginald Heber,
1783-1826¡^¦è¬f¬O^°ê¸t¤½·|ªº¸t«~¤H¡A«á¨Ó«e©¹¦L«×¶ÇºÖµ¡A§@¤F¥[º¸¦Uµªªº¥D±Ð¡C¥L¤]¬O¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡A¸Öªº«~½è«Ü°ª¡A¸Ö·N«Ü¿@¡C¦ý¦³«Ü¦h¤H©ê«è»¡¡A¦è¬fªº¸Ö¤Ó¸Ö·N¤F¡A¦³ÂI¬Ý¤£À´±o¡C¸Õ¬Ý¥L¨ä¤¤¤@º¸Ö¡A®t¤£¦h¨C¤@°ò·þ®{³£·|°Û¡G¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¥þ¯àªº¥D¯«¡A²M±á§Ú̺qÁn¬ï¶³³z¤Ñ¦Ó¨Ó¡F¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¥¿¸q¦Ó¤S·O·R¡A¤@¯«§O¤T¦ì¡A¤T¦ì¬O¤@¯«¡CHoly,
Holy, Holy!Lord God
Almighty!Early in the morning our song shall rise
to Thee;Holy, Holy,
Holy!Merciful and Mighty!God in Three Persons,
blessed
Trinity!³o¸Ö«D±`¦³¸Ö·N¡C´NµÛ¤å¾Çªº¨¤«×¨Ó¬Ý¡A¬OÄݤW¼¤§§@¡C¦³¤H»{¬°³oº¸Öºq¥u¦³¤Ñ¨Ï¥i¥H°Û¡C¸t¸g¨C¦¸»¡¨ì¡uHoly,
Holy¡vªº®ÉÔ¡A³£¬O°O¸ü¤Ñ¨Ï¦b¨º¸Ì»¡¡G¡u¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡I¡v©Ò¥H°í«ù¯u²zªº¤H°Ý¡G¡u¨º»ò¡A§Ṵ́ò·þ®{¯à¤£¯à°Û©O¡H¡v¦³¤H»¡¤£¯à¡A¦ý¬OÁÙ¦³¤£¤Öªº¤H»¡¯à¡A©Ò¥H³oº¸Öºq´N¶Ç¼½¶}¤F¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A³o¤@º¸Öºq¤§¼s¨ü³ß·R¡A±o¤O©óÀ¹§J´µ¡]John
B. Dykes¡^©Ò§@ªº¦±¤l¡C±d¼w¡]Josiah Conder,
1789-1855¡^²Ä¤TÓn¤¶²Ðªº¤Hª«¬O±d¼w¡C³o±d¼w¨Ã«DµÛ¦Wªºõ¾Ç®a±d¼w¡C³o±d¼w¬O¤@ÓµÛ¦Wªº§@®a¡A¤]¬O¸Ö¤H¡C¥L¤·³ªº®ÉÔªø¤F¤Ñªá¡A¤£¬O¬V¤W¤Ñªá¯f¡A¤D¦]¥´¤Ñªá¨¾¹w°w¦Ó±w¤W¤Ñªá¡Aµ²ªG¤ÞP¥k²´¥¢©ú¡C±d¼w«Ü¦³¤~µØ¡A¤å¾Ç³y¸Ú«Ü²`¡A¥Lªº§@«~«Ü±o¤HªY½à¡C¥L¦³¤@ӫܤjªº°^Äm¡A´N¬O¥L¦³¤@Ó¤ßÄ@¡A§Æ±æ¯à°÷±µÄò¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡A¦b¥Lªº¡mHymns
& the Spiritual
Songs¡n¦A¥[¤W¤@¨ÇªF¦è¡F¦]¦¹¥L´N½s¿è¤F¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¡A§ä¨Ó«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡A¦Û¤v¤]³Ð§@¤@¨Ç¸Öºq¡C²{¤¶²Ð¥L¨ä¤¤¤@ºÁ¿¨ì©^Ämªº¸Öºq¡G1.
§Ú·í¦p¦ó·R§Úªº¥D¡H¦p¦ó©^Äm¨ÏÍ¢Åw³ß¡H ¤£µyÂ÷¶}Í¢ªº¹D¸ô¡A¾Ç²ß¦p¦ó»PÍ¢¿Ë±K¡H1.
How shall I follow
Him I serve? How shall I copy
Him I love? Nor
from
these blessed
footsteps swerve, Which
lead me to His seat above?2.
Privations, sorrows,
bitter scorn, The
life of toil, the mean abode, The
faithless kiss, the
crown of thorn, Are
these the consecrated road?3.
ÕTwas thus He suffered,
though a Son, Foreknowing,
choosing, feeling
all; Until the perfect work
was done, And drunk the bitter cup
of
gall.4. Lord! should my path through suffering
lie, Forbid
it I should eÕer
repine. Still let me turn to Calvary, Nor heed my
griefs, remembering
Thine.5. Oh,
let me think how Thou didst leave Untasted
every pure
delight, To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, Through toilsome days,
through homeless
nights.6. To
faint, to grieve, to die for me! Thou
camest not Thyself
to please. And,
dear as earthly comforts be, Shall I
not love Thee more
than these?7. Yes, I would
count them all but loss,
To gain the notice
of Thine eye. Flesh shrinks
and trembles at the
cross, But Thou canst give the victory.8. Thou who for PeterÕs faith didst
pray! Against whose blessed self
were hurled The
tempterÕs darts! be
Thou my stay: Help me to overcome the
world.9. Thy grace can make
the
boastful meek, The wavering firm, the sensual pure,? Put
heavenly might
upon the weak, And make them happy who endure.10. Oh, still that
needful grace
afford: On Thee my
trembling soul I cast. Perfect Thy
work
within me, Lord! And own my worthless name at
last.Ù¬lÁn½Ķ³oº¸Öºqªº®ÉÔ¡Aªá¤F¦n¦h¤u¤Ò¡C½¨ì³Ì«á´X¸`ªº®ÉÔ¡A¬°¤Fì¤åªºÀu¬üµü¥yµ±ºÉ¸£¥Ä¡AÁ`¬O·Q¤£¥X¾A¦X¤SÀu¬üªº¤¤¤åµüĦ¨Ó¡C«á¨ÓÙ¬lÁn«D±`±o·Nªº»¡¡u§Ú§ä¨ì¤F¡v¡A´N¬O²Ä¤T¸`ªº¡u¨Ó¼~¡A¨Ó¾j¡A¨Ó¡A¨Ó´÷¡v¡AµM«á¦A²Ä¥|¸`¤S«½ÆµÛ¡G¡u¨Ó¼~¡A¨Ó¡A¨Ó¦º¡I¡v³oÓ¥i¥H»¡¬O^¤å¸Ì±«Ü¯S§Oªº¦a¤è¡A¦ý¤¤¤å¤]§â¥¦Â½Ä¶¥X¨Ó¤F¡C3.
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Francis Lyte,
1793-1847¡^²{¤¶²Ð¥t¤@Ó«Ü«nªº¤Hª«¿à¯S¡C¥L¬O¦b·Rº¸Äõ³£¬fªLªº¤T¤@¤j¾ÇŪ®Ñ¡A¥D×^¤å¸Ö¾Ç¡]English
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with me: fast falls
the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord, with me
abide!When other
helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless,
oh, abide with
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Henry W. Baker,
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mine
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a look behind;Burns
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of shrinking, By our
Captain led?Forward thro?the desert,Thro?the
toil and
fight;Canaan lies before us,Zion beams with light.ÀjÁ¢¡]Mary
Bowley,
1813-1856¡^ÀjÁ¢¤k¤hµ¹¤F§Ṳ́@¨Ç«Ü¦n«ÜÄ_¶Qªº¸Öºq¡F¦o«Ü¹³§Ì¥S·|¤@¦ì©n©fÀjº¸´µ§J¼w¡]Lady
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John M.
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so
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Thee, O God,
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delighted,Who all
Thy will hath done;And by the one chief treasure,Thy bosom
freely gave,Thine
own pure love we measure,Thy willing mind to
save.³o¤@º¸Ö¤£¥u¬OºÖµ¯u²z«D±`²M´·¡A·Pı¤S²Ó¿°µL¤ñ¡C¥v§J¨½¤å¡]Joseph M.
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a Friend we have in
Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!What a
privilege to carry
everything to God in prayer!O what peace we often
forfeit, O what
needless pain we bear,All because we do not carry everything
to God in prayer.´¶ÅÚ§J¯S¡]Adelaide Anne
Procter,
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¤£¯à´M±o¡AÁöµM´M³V§¹¥þ¦w®§¡F ¥Ã»·¤£¯à¡A°£«D§ÚÊC¿q¯ÝÁr¡I1. My
God, I thank Thee,
Who hast made The earth so bright, So full of
splendor and of joy,
Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right.2. I
thank Thee, too,
that Thou hast made Joy
to abound; So many gentle
thoughts and deeds Circling
us round, That,
in the darkest spot of earth Some
love is found.3. I thank Thee more, that all our joy Is
touched with
pain, That shadows fall on brightest
hours, That
thorns remain; So
that
earthÕs bliss may be our
guide, And not our chain.4. For thou who
knowest, Lord, how
soon Our weak heart clings, Hast given us joys, tender
and
true, Yet all with wings; So that we
see gleaming on high, Diviner
things.5. I
thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The
best in store; We
have enough, yet not
too much To
long for more: A yearning for a deeper
peace Not known before.6. I thank
Thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though
amply blessed, Can never find, although they seek, A
perfect rest; Nor
ever shall, until
they lean On
Jesus?breast.
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Bickersteth¡^µû½×³o¤@º¸Ö®É»¡¡G¡u³o¤@º´¶¤k¤h³Ì¬üÄRªº¸ÖºqIJ°Ê¸Õ·Ò¤¤¤Hªº¤ß©¶¡A¤]³\¶W¹L¨ä¥L¸Öºq©Ò¯à§@¨ìªº¡C¡v§ÚÌ»¡¹L¡A¤Q¤E¥@¬öªº¸Ö¦³¤@Ó¯SÂI¡A¬O»P¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡B¬d²z½Ã´µ²z§¹¥þ¤£¤@¼Ë¡C¤Q¤K¥@¬ö¡A«Ü¦h¤H¼Ò¥é¥LÌ¡A¦ý¬O¨ì¤F¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¡A¨C¤@Ó¸Ö¤H³£¦³¦Û¤vÓ¤Hªº¯SÂI¡C§@ªÌÁÙ¦³¤@º¸Ö¡AÂA¬°¤Hª¾¡AµM¦Ó«oÄÝÆF¥÷¶q¤Q¨¬¡C¤¶²Ð¦p¤U;1.
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§Ú¤£¨Dn»â·|§Ú¤Q¦r¬[¡A¬Ý¨£«e«á¡F §ó¦n¬O¦b·t¤¤¹L§Ú¥Í²P¡AºN±o§A¤â¡C6.
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not ask, O Lord,
that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that
Thou wouldst take
from me Aught of its load.2. I do not ask that
flowers
should always spring Beneath my feet; I know too well the poison and the
sting Of things too sweet.3. For one thing, only Lord,
dear Lord, I
plead: Lead me aright, Though strength should falter and though
heart
should bleed, Through peace to light.4. I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou
shouldst shed Full radiance here, Give but a
ray of peace, that I may
tread Without a fear.5. I do not ask my cross to understand, My
way to see;
Better in darkness
just to feel Thy hand, And
follow Thee.6. Joy
is
like restless day;
but peace divine Like
quiet night: Lead me, O Lord,
till perfect day
shall shine, Through
peace to
light.·íÙ¬lÁn±N³o¤@º¸Ö½¦¨¤¤¤å¤§«á¡A¦b¥L½s¿èªº¸Ö¶°¸Ì¡A±N¤§¦C¦b¡u¯fºf¤§¤W¡vªº¨ºÓ¤ÀÃþÄd¤U¡CÙ¬lÁn±q¤G¤Q¤E·³¨ì¤»¤Q¤E·³¤@¥Í¯e¯fÄñ¨¡AÀ|ºÉ¤F¯fºf¤Wªº¸g¾ú¡AÃø©Ç³o¤@º¸Ö¯à½Ķ±o¦p¦¹¬ü¦n¡AŪªÌ»P§@ªÌ¥i¿×¬O²`²W»P²`²WªºÅTÀ³¡CÙ¬lÁn¥»¨¤]¬O¤@¦ì¼g¸Öªº¤H¡A²ÓŪ¥Lªº¸Öºq¡Aµo²{¥L¨ü¤F¾ú¥v¤W´X¦ì¸Öºq§@ªÌªº¼vÅT¡A´¶ÅÚ§J¯S¦ü¥G¬O¨ä¤¤ªº¤@¦ì¡CÁú¶²ºq¡]Frances
Ridley Havergal,
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year is dawning!Dear
Father, let it be,In working or in waiting,Another
year with
Thee;Another year of progress, Another year of praise,Another
year of proving Thy
presence all the
days.³o¤@º¬OÁú¶²ºq¤T¤Q¤K·³ªº¨º¤@Ó·s¦~¼gªº¡A²Ä¤@¦¸¬O¦L¦b¶P¦~¥d¤W¡C¥t¤@º¸Öºq¡A«Ü¦h¸Ö¶°³£¿ï¥Î¥¦¡GµL§A¡A§Ú´NµLªk·Q¡A¤£¯à¥ß©w¦a¦ì¡F§ÚµL¤O¶q©Mµ½¨}¡A§ÚµL¦Û¤v´¼¼z¡C¦ý§A¡A¿Ë·Rªº±Ï¥D¡A¤@¤Á¤¤ªº¤@¤Á¡A³n®znÅܦ¨¯¬ºÖ¡A¦pªG§Ú³Q´£®²¡CI
could not do without
Thee!I cannot stand alone,I have no strength or
goodness,No wisdom
of my own.But Thou, beloved Saviour,Art all in all to
me;And weakness will
be power,If leaning hard on
Thee.¦o¦³¤TºÃö©ó©^Ämªº¸Öºq¡A«D±`¦n¡C²Ä¤@º¡G¦¬§Ú¦¹¥Í§@©^Äm¡A²@µL«O¯d¦b§A«e¡F¦¬§Ú¥ú³±¨Ã®É¤é¡A¥Î¥HºaÄ£§A¤£¸m¡C°Æºq¡G¬°§Ú¯ð´Æ«a°Ã§AªÖÀ¹¡A¬°§Ú°v¦ºW¬[§A¨ü®`¡A¬°§A¡A§ÚÄ@Äm¤W§Ú©R»P§Ú·R¡A¬°§A¡A¨Æ§A¨ì¸U¥N¡CTake
my life, and let it
be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;Take my moments and
my days, Let them
flow in ceaseless praise.Refrain:Thou didst wear a
crown of thorns for
me;Thou didst give Thy life on Calvary.Lord, I give to
Thee my life and all
to beThine henceforth
eternally.Áú¶²ºq¤T¤Q¤K·³ªº¨º¤@¦~¨ì¤@Ó¤Hªº®a¸Ì¥h°µ¤F¤¤Ñªº«È¡C¦b³Ì«á¤@©]¡A¸tÆF§@¤u·P°Ê¥þ®a¤j¤p¤Q¤H¦³ªº±o±Ï¡A¦³ªº´_¿³¡C¤j®a¿³¾Äªº±Ë¤£±oºÎ¡A³q®dÆg¬ü¨Ã±N¦Û¤v©^Äm·í§@¬¡²½¡A´N¦b¨ºÓÃø§Ñªº©]±ß¡A³o¤@º¸Öºq¦bÁú¤k¤h¤ß¤¤«KªoµM¦Ó¥Í¡C²Ä¤Gº¡A¬O¤Tº¤¤³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¡G¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R¡A¬°§A§Ú¬yÄ_¦å¡A±N§A¬~±o¼ä²b¡A¨Ï§A»P¯«©M¿Ó¡C¬°§A¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R¡A¬°§Ú§A±Ë¬Æ»ò¡H¬°§A¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R¡A¬°§Ú§A±Ë¬Æ»ò¡HI
gave my life for
thee;My precious blood I shed,That thou mightÕst
ransomed beAnd
quickened from the dead.For thee, for thee, I gave my
life;What hast thou
given for
Me?Áú¶²ºq¤G¤Q¤G·³ªº¨º¦~¨ì¼w°ê§@«È¡A¦³¤@¤Ñ§¤¦b«È©Ð¸Ì¥ð®§¡AÁ|¥Ø¬Ý¨£Àð¤W¤@´T¥DC¿q°v¤Q¦r¬[ªº¹Ïµe¡A¤U±¦³¨â¦æ¦r¼gµÛ¡G¡u¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R¡A¬°§Ú§A±Ë¤F¬Æ»ò¡H¡v¦o«D±`¨ü·P°Ê¡A´N«æ³t®³¥X¤@±i¤p¯È§â¥¦¼g¦¨¸Ö¡C¼g§¹«á¦oı±o«Ü¤£º¡·N¡A«K§â¥¦¥µ¨ì¾ÀÄl¥h¡AÁÙ¨S¦³¿NµÛ¥H«e¡A¦oı±o¸Ì±¤£¥¦w¡A¤S§â¥¦®³¤F¦^¨Ó¡CµL¿W¦³°¸¦a¡A¦b¼w°êªº¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¡A¤]¦³³o¼Ëªº¬G¨Æ¡C¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¦b¼Ú¬w¬O¤@Ó¶Q±Ú¡A®a°]¸U³e¡A¦a¦ì±R°ª¡C¦³¤@¦¸¡A¥L¨Ó¨ì¼w°êªº§ùÁɹD¤Ò¡]Dusseldorf¡^«°¡A¦b¤@Ó³Õª«À]°ÑÆ[¡A¸Ì±¦³«Ü¦h¦Wµe¡F¥L¤]¬Ý¨£¤@´T¥DC¿q¬°§Ṵ́v¤Q¦r¬[ªº¹Ïµe¡A¤]³\´N¬OÁú¶²ºq©Ò¬Ý¨£¦P¤@´Tªºµe¡A¹Ïµe¤U±¤]¦³´XÓ¦r¡G¡u¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R¡A¬°§Ú§A°µ¤F¬Æ»ò¡H¡v¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò§¹¥þ³Q¨º´T¹Ïµe§l¤Þ¦í¡A¥HP§Ñ°O³Õª«À]Ãöªùªº®É¶¡¡A«á¨Ó¦³¤H¨Ó©ç¥LªºªÓ»H¡A¥L¤~¨Ì¨Ì¤£±Ë¦aÂ÷¶}¡C¥u¬O³o¹Ïµe¤Î¤å¦r¤´µM½L±Û¦b¥L¸£®ü¸Ì¡Aµ²ªG¥L§â©Ò¦³ªº¤@¤Á³£©ñ¤U¡A©^Ämµ¹¯«¡AÅý¯«¨Ó¥Î¥L¡C«á¨Óªº¼¯º¸ºû¨È´_¿³¤]¬O¦]µÛ¥L¦Ó°_¡CY½×¨ì©^Ämªº¸Öºq¡A³Ì¦nªº«o¬O²Ä¤Tº¡G±q§Ú¬¡¥X§Aªº¦Û¤v¡AC¿q¡A§A¬O§Ú¥Í©R¡F¹ï©ó§Úªº©Ò¦³°ÝÃD¡A¨D§A¥H§A¬°µªÀ³¡C±q§Ú¬¡¥X§Aªº¦Û¤v¡A¤@¤Á¨Æ¤W¯àÀH·N¡F§Ú¤£¹L¬O³z©ú¥Î¾¹¡A¬°µÛ¹üÅã§A¯µ±K¡CLive
out Thy life within
me,O Jesus King of kings!Be Thou Thyself the answer
To all my
questionings.Live out Thy life within me, In all things have
Thy way!I, the
transparent medium Thy glory to
display.¨â¤d¦~¨Ó¡AÁ¿¨ì©^Ämªº¸Öºq¡A«Ü¤Ö¦³¤@º¹³³oº¸Öºq¤@¼Ë¡C¦b¤¤°ê¤j³°¡B¥xÆW¡B»´ä¡B·s¥[©Yµ¥¦a¡A¯«¯S§O¨Ï¥Î³oº¸Öºq©M¤û¹yªº¡u¥D§A±o³Ó§Ú¤µªA¨o¡v¡A´¿±a¶i´_¿³¡A©I¥l¤F¤£¤Ö¤H§â¦Û¤v©^Ämµ¹¥D¡A§ó·s§ÚÌ»P¥D©Ò¥ßªº¬ù¡CÀj¯Ç¡]Horatius
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1808-1889¡^Àj¯Ç¬OĬ®æÄõ¯«©Ò¨Ï¥Îªº³Ì¦nªº¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡A¦³¤HºÙ¥L°µ¡uĬ®æÄõ¸Ö¤ý¡v¡A¥L¼gªº¸Ö¡AµL¤H¯à¤Î¡C¦³¸Öµû®a»{¬°¥L¬O§ï²©v¤¤³Ì°¶¤jªº¸Ö¤H¡C¥Lªº¸Ö¦³«Ü¦hªº¯SÂI¡A¯u²z¥¿½T¡B·P±¡Â×´I¡B¸Ö·N¿@«p¡C¥L©ÒªA¨Æªº±Ð·|¡A¬O¤@¯ë¸òÀH¥[º¸¤åªº²M±Ð®{¡C©Ò¥H´NµÛ¯u²z¨Ó»¡¡A¥L¬O«D±`ªºÄYÂÔ¡A¬Û«H¤@¤Á³£¬O®¦¨å¡A±o±Ï¦b¥G¥D¡C¥u¬O¦³Ó©Ç²{¶H¡AÀj¯Çªº¸Öºq¡A¥@¬É¦U¦aªº»E·|³£±µ¨ü±Ä¥Î¡A¥u¦³¥L¦Û¤vªº»E·|©Úµ´¡A¤£ªÖ°Û¥Lªº¸Öºq¡A¦]¬°¥Lªº»E·|¥u¯à°Û¸Ö½g¡A¤£°Û¨ä¥L¸Öºq¡C¥L¨Ó¨ì¦Û¤vªº¦a¤è¡A¦Û¤vªº¤H¤£±µ«Ý¥L¡F¥þ¥@¬É³£±oµÛÀj¯ÇªºÀ°§U¡A¦ý¬O¥Lªº¦Û¤v¤H«oı±o¨S¦³¬Æ»ò¡C³oÓ¤]¬OÀj¯Ç©Ò¾Çªº¤Q¦r¬[¥\½Ò¡C¥ýª¾¦b¥»¦a¥»±Ú¬O¨S¦³³Q´L«ªº¡A©Ò¥H¥Lªº½T¸òÀH¥D¡CÀj¯Ç¤£³æ¬O¸Ö¤H¡A¨Æ¹ê¤W¥L±µ¨ü¯«ªºÀJ¨è©M¯«ªº°V½m¡A¯«¦b¥L¨¤W§@¤F«Ü¦h«Ü²`ªºÀJ¨è¤u¤Ò¡C¥L¤@¥Í¼g¤F¬ù¤»¦Êº¸Öºq
¡C¸ÖªºÃD§÷¦h¼Ë¤Æ¡A¦³®É¤]¤Q¤À¬ð¥X¡CÀj¯Ç¦³¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¥s°µ¡mHymns of Faith &
Hope¡n¡A¤@¦@¤T¤j¥»¡A¸Ì±¦³¦hº¬O¼gµ¥Ô¥D¦^¨Óªº¡CÙ¬lÁn´N¬O½ò¦b¥LªºªÓ»H¤W¡AɥΥLªºÃD§÷¡A¼g¥X¤FÃþ¦üªº¸Öºq¡F¦³®ÉÔ¥L¬Æ¦Ü¤ñì§@¼g±o§ó¦n¡C¨Ò¦p¡G¨D§A´z¿ï§Ú¹D¸ô¡A§Ú¥D¡A¬°§Ú´z¿ï¡F§ÚµL¦Û¤vªº¸r¼}¡A§Ún§Aªº·N©À¡F§A©Ò©R©wªº«e³~¡AµL½×¦óµ¥§xÃø¡A§Ún¥Ì¤ßªº¶¶ªA¡A¨Ó´M§Aªº³ß¼Ö¡C°Æºq¡G¨D§A´¤¦í§Úªº¤â¡A§Aª¾§Úªº³n®z¡F§_«h§Ú¥u¯à¼~·T¡A¤£ª¾¦p¦ó¥Í¬¡¡CThy
way, not mine, O
Lord,However dark it be;Lead me by Thine own
hand,Choose out the
path for me.Thy wayÑThy chosen way,However rough it be;ÕTis
Thee I seek to
please,Gladly with Thee agree.Refrain:Hold Thou my hand,
Lord Jesus, Thou
knowest my weak frame:Knowing not how to go on,I can
but sigh in shame.If
Thou wouldst hold my hand, Lord,Whatever be Thy
choice,Any time, any
way, Lord,Sweetly I will
rejoice.³oº¸Öºq¬OÀj¯Ç¼gªº¡A¦ýÙ¬lÁn½Ķ±o¦ü¥G¤ñì¤å¦n¡A¸Ì±ªº·Pı¤]²Ó¿°±o¦h¡C¦b±Ð·|¾ú¥v¸Ì±¡AÀj¯Ç¬O¯u¥¿¦³¥÷¶q¨ÃÄÝÆFªº¸Ö¤H¡CÃö©óÀ¼»æ¡AÀj¯Ç¦³«Ü¦nªº¤@º¸Öºq¡G¥D¡A¦b¦¹¡A§Ún»P§A±¹ï±¡A¦b¦¹¡A§Ún¥Î«H§â´¤¤£¨£¡F¦b¦¹¡A§Ún§ó²`»{ÃÑ®¦¨å¡A±N§Ú¯h³Ò³£®§¦b¥D¸}«e¡CHere,
O my Lord, I see
Thee face to face;Here faith can touch and handle
things unseen.Here
would I grasp with firmer hand Thy grace,And all my
weariness upon Thee
lean.¥t¤@ºÀ¼»æªº¸Öºq¡G¬°µÛ³o»æ©M³oªM¡A¬°µÛ¯«¤l´¿°¨õ¡A¬°µÛ¯«®¦¦p«B¨K¡A¥D¡A§ÚÌ·PÁ§A¡C For the bread and for the wine, For
the pledge that
seals Him mine, For the words of love divine, We give
Thee thanks, O
Lord.Àj¯Ç¦³¤@º«Ü¶¯§§ªº¸Öºq¡AÁ¿¨ì¤Q¬[¥Ã»·±o³Ó¡G¤Q¬[¥Ã»·±o³Ó¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I¤Q¬[±N¼Ä°£ºÉ¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I³±©²ÁöµM¥û²r¡A¥@¬ÉÁöµM½ÄË¡A¦×ÅéÁöµM³x¯à¡A¤Q¬[¨Ï§Ú¤´¸Ø³Ó¡I°Æºq¡G«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I°ò·þ¤Q¬[¥Ã±o³Ó¡I«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I¥M³o¤Q¬[§Ú¸Ø³Ó¡IThe
cross it standeth
fast, Hallelujah, hallelujah!Defying every blast,
Hallelujah,
hallelujah!The winds of hell have blown,The world its hate
hath shown,Yet it is
not overthrown, Hallelujah for the
cross!Refrain:Hallelujah,
hallelujah, Hallelujah for the cross! Hallelujah, hallelujah,
It shall never
suffer
loss!¼}}©Mºq°Û®a¤s©_¡]Sankey¡^©¹^°ê§G¹D¡A¼}}Á¿¹D¡A¤s©_°Ûºq¡C«Ü§Æ©_¡A¥L̤G¤H¦b^°ê»{ÃѤFÀj¯Ç¡A«K¬°³oº¸ÖÃФW½Õ¤l¡CÀj¯ÇÁÙ¦³´XºÂA¬°¤Hª¾ªº¸Öºq¡A«o¬O«D±`¦³¥÷¶q¡A¯u²z«D±`ªº²M·¡¡AÀ¼»æªº»E·|±`±`°Û¡C²Ä¤@º¡G§ÚÌÅ¥¨£·O·R¤§Án¡A§Ú̪`µø©_§®Ä_¦å¡A§Ú̬ݨ£°¶¤j²½¬¹¡A´N±o»P¯«¬Û¦w©M¿Ó¡CWe
hear the words of
love,We gaze upon the blood,We see the mighty
sacrifice,And we
have peace with
God.²Ä¤Gº¡G§Ú̱q«e©Ò¦³¡A¤£¹L´N¬O¸o´c¡B¨I²_¡F§Ú̲{¤µ©Ò¦³ºÖ¼Ö¡A³£¬O¨Ó¦Û§Ú¯«¡CAll that we wereÑour sin, our
guilt,Our death was
all our own;All that we are we owe to Thee,Thou God of
grace
alone.²Ä¤Tº¡G¨S¦³¦å¡A¨S¦³¾Â¡A²½ªÁ¤w¦¨¹L¥h¡F¨S¦³·Ï«_¡A¨S¦³¤õ¿U¡AÄ묹¦AµL¥²»Ý¡F§ó¬üªº¦å¬y¦Û§ó¶Qªº¯ß¡F¬~²b¤Hªº¦Ã©¡A²MÀv¤Hªº¸o¶Å¡CNo blood, no
altar now;The
sacrifice is oÕer!No flame, no smoke ascends on high,The
lamb is slain no
more,But richer blood has flowÕd from nobler veins,To
purge the soul from
guilt,And cleanse the reddest
stains.³oº¸Öºq«D±`¯S§O¡A¥L¥Îªºµü«Ü¬ü¡Aªºªº½T½T§â·Pıµoªí¥X¨Ó¡CÀj¯Ç¹ê¦bµ¹¤F§Ú̫ܦhÀ¼»æªº¸Öºq¡C¦b±Ð·|¾ú¥v¤W¦³¨â¦ìÀj¯Ç¡A¤@¦ì¬OAndrew
Boner¡AÁÙ¦³¤@¦ì¸Ö¤HÀj¯Ç¡C¥L̬O¿Ë¥Í¥S§Ì¡A¦P¬°¥D¨Ï¥Î¡C¥LÌǦì¦bºÖµ¯u²z¤W¬O¨å«¬ªº¥[º¸¤å¤H¡AµM¦Ó¥L̤@¥Í¨ü¨ì¨â¦¸¡u¥~¨Ó¡v¹d¤jªº½ÄÀ»¡C¤@Ó¬O¼}}©M¤s©_ªº¨ì³X©Ò±a¶iªººÖµ±Û·¡AÀj¯Ç¥S§Ì¿Ë²´¬Ý¨£¯««ç¼Ë¨Ï¥Î¥Ḻq¬ü°ê©Ò±a¨ÓªººÖµ¸Öºq¡A¨ì³B¤Þ¤HÂk¥D¡A¹ï©ó¦V¨Ó«O¦u»E·|¤£¥Î¼Ö¾¹¡A·|²³¥u°ÛÃý¤å¸Ö½gªºÀj¯Ç¬O²ö¤jªº¾_¾Ù¡I±qµLµ^¨ì¦³µ^¡A±q²øÄYªº¸Ö¨ì¬¡¼âªººq¡A²ö«D¤£¬O¹d¤jªºÂàÅÜ¡IÀj¯Ç¥S§Ì¬°¤FºÖµ¯à®ø°£¤v¨£»P¼}}©M¤s©_¦X§@µL¶¡¡A¬O¬°¬ü½Í¡C¥t¤@Ó½ÄÀ»«h¬O¨Ó¦Û§ï²©v±Ð¥H¥~ªº°}Àç¡Gì¨Ó¦b1828¦~¹F¯µ¥H«e¡A¦b¼Ú¬w¡A¤@¯ëÃö©ó¥½¥@½×ªº»{ÃÑ¡A¨ä¤@¹ï©ó±Ò¥Ü¿ýªº¸ÑÄÀÄÝ©ó¾ú¥v¬£¡F¨ä¤GÃö©ó¤dÁH¦~«hÄÝ©óµL¤dÁH¦~©Î«á¤dÁH¦~¬£¡C¬O¹F¯µµ¥¤H°_¨Ó¥D±i±Ò¥Ü¿ý¤¤¤j³¡¤À©|¥¼À³Åç¡A¥DC¿qÀH®É¥i¥H¦^¨Ó¡A¥u¦³¥Lªº¦^¨Ó¤~¤Þ¶i¤dÁH¦~¡C±Ò¥Ü¿ýªº¥¼¨Ó¬£©M¤dÁH¦~«e¬£¤~¶}©l¼sªx¦a¤Þ°_ª`·N¡CÀj¯Ç§Ì¥SÁö¨¬°§ï²©v±Ðªº¤@û¡A«o±µ¨ü³o¨ÇÆ[ÂI¡A¨Ã¥B¥I½Ñ¦æ°Êªº¤@ÓÀH®Éµ¥Ô¥D¦^¨Óªº¤H¡C¸Ö¤HÀj¯Ç«Ü¦ÛµMªºµ¥¥D¦^¨Óªº·Pı¿Ä¤J¥L©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¤º¡A¥L±N¸Ö¶°°_¦W¡m«H»P±æªº¸Öºq¡n¡]Hymns
of Faith and
Hope¡^¡C¤j³¡¤Àªº¸Ö¶°³£¬O«H¤ß¤§ºq²{¦bÀj¯Ç¥[¤W¤F§Æ±æ¡C¦b±Ð·|¾ú¥v¤¤½×¨ìµ¥¥D¦^¨Óªº¸Öºq°£¤F§Ì¥S·|ªº¤@¨Ç¸Ö¤H¤§¥~¡AÀj¯ÇÀ³¸Ó¬O°^Äm³Ì¤jªº¡C§Ì¥S·|µ¥¥D¦^¨Óªº¸Öºq³£«Ü«ÈÆ[¡AÀj¯Ç«o©ñ¶i¥h«Ü¦hªº·Pı¡C¨Ï®{¬ù¿««ç¼Ë¤Ú±æ¡G¡u¥DC¿qªü¡A§ÚÄ@§A¨Ó¡v¡AÀj¯Ç¤]§â³oºØ«ä©À¤Æ¦¨¸Öµoªí¥X¨Ó¡A¦b±Ð·|¾ú¥v¤¤ÄÝ©óº³Ð¡C²{¦b¦C¥XÀj¯Ç¨âº³o¤@¤è±ªº¥Nªí§@¡C²Ä¤@º¡G1.
The Church has
waited long Her
absent Lord to see; And still
in
loneliness she
waits, A
friendless stranger she. Age
after age has gone, Sun
after sun has set, And
still, in weeds of widowhood, She
weeps, a
mourner yet. Come, then, Lord Jesus,
come!2. Saint after
saint on earth Has
lived and loved and
died; And, as they left us one by one, We laid them
side by side. We laid them down to sleep, But
not in hope forlorn; We
laid them but to
ripen morn, Come,
then, Lord Jesus, come!3. The
serpentÕs brood increase, The powers of hell grow bold, The conflict
thickens,
faith is low, And love is waxing cold. How long, O Lord our God, Holy
and true and good, Wilt
Thou not judge Thy suffering church, Her
sighs
and tears and blood? Come, then, Lord
Jesus, come!4. We long
to hear Thy
voice, To see Thee face to face, To share Thy crown and glory then, As
now we share Thy
grace. Should not the loving
bride Her
absent
bridegroom mourn? Should she not wear the signs of grief Until her Lord
returns? Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!5. The whole creation groans, And waits
to hear that voice, That shall
restore her comeliness, And make her
wastes rejoice. Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this
blighted world of ours Thine
own fair world again. Come,
then, Lord Jesus,
come!²Ä¤Gº¡G1. Come, Lord, and tarry
not; Bring
the
long looked for day; O why these years
of waiting here, These ages of
decay?2. Come, for Thy saints still wait; Daily ascends their sigh; The
Spirit and the Bride
say, ÒCome;?Does Thou not hear the cry?3. Come,
for creation groans, Impatient of Thy
stay, Worn out with
these long
years of ill, These ages of delay.4. Come, for the good are few; They
lift
the voice in vain: Faith
waxes fainter on the earth, And love
is on the
wane.5. Come, for the truth is weak, And the
error pours abroad Its
subtle poison oÕer the earth?An earth
that hates her God.6. Come, for
love waxes cold; Its steps are faint and slow: Faith now is lost
in
unbelief, HopeÕs lamp burns dim and low.7. Come, for the grave is full;
EarthÕs tombs no more can
hold: The sated sepulchres
rebel, And
groans the
heaving mould.8. Come, for the corn is ripe; Put
in Thy sickle now, Reap
the great harvest of
the earth,- Sower and reaper
Thou!9. Come, and
make all things new, Build up this
ruined earth; Restore
our faded
Paradise, CreationÕs second birth.10. Come, and
begin Thy reign Of everlasting
peace; Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of
righteousness.ÁöµM³o¨âº¨S¦³¤¤¤å͵ü¡A¥i¬O¨ä¤¤ºëµØ«o¬°Ù¬lÁn©Ò§l¨ú¡A¶×»E¦b¤U±³o¤@ºªº¤¤¤å¸Öºq¸Ì¡G¦Û§B¤j¥§§A»P§Ṳ́À¤â«á¡A§Ú¤ß¦³Ó¯uªÅµL¥i¸Éº¡¡F§Ú§¤ªeÀØ¡A±Nµ^±¾¦b¬hªKÀY¡A§A¤£¦b¦¹¡A§Ú«ç¦³ß¹ª¼u¡H·í§Ú²`©]©t¿W¦wÀRªº®ÉÔ¡A¡]¦¹®É§ÚµL§Ô¨ü¡A§Ú¤]µL¨É·R¡A¡^¤£¸T¼Û®§¡A§Ú·QµÛ§A¬O¦h»·¡A§Ú·QµÛ§AÀ³³\¤w¤[ªºÂk±Û¡C§Aªº°¨¼Ñ¨Ï§Ú¥ÍµL®a¤§·Q¡A§AªºW¬[¨Ï§ÚµL©Ò±ý³ß¡F§Aªº¦A¨Ó¨Ï§ÚÃh¥¼¨£¤§¶m¡A§Aªº¦Û¤v¦¨§Ú°l¨D¥Øªº¡C§A¤£¦b¦¹¡A³ß¼Ö¤w·À¥¦´þ¨ý¡A¸Öºq¤]¯Ê¥¦©ÒÀ³¦³ªº²¢¬ü¡F§A¤£¦b¦¹¡A²×¤é§ÚY¦³©Ò¥¢¡A¥Dªü¡A§Ún§A¨Ó¡A§Ú¤£n§A¿ð¡CÁö§Ú¦b¦¹¤]¯à¨É¨ü§A¦P¦b¡A¦ý§Ú²`³B¨ÌµM¦³Ó¯Ê¾Ñ¡FÁöµM¦³§A¥ú·Ó¡A¤]¦³§A¼¾·R¡A¦³Ó¬Æ»ò§Ú¤£ª¾¤´¤£º¡¡I¥¦w¸Ì±¡A§Ú«o¤´·Pı©t³æ¡A³ß¼Ö®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¤´¤£§K¦³¦S¼Û¡F³Ì¬O¨¬·N¤¤¶¡¡A¤]¦³¤£¨¬·N¡A´N¬O§ÚÁÙ¤£¯à·í±¬Ý¨£§A¡C¤`¤H«ç¤£·Q¨£¥Íªøªº¶m¨¶¡H«R¸¸«ç¤£·Q¨£¬G°ê¬G¤H¡H±¡¤H¤ÀÂ÷¡A«ç¤£¤@¤ßÅù¨â¦a¡H¨à¤k»·¹C¡A«ç¤£«ä®a«ä¿Ë¡H¥Dªü¡A§Ú·Q¬Ý¨£§A±ªº¤ß·N¡AÁÙ«D³o¨Ç¤H¶¡±¡§Î¥i¤ñÀÀ¡F²{¤µ¦b¦¹¡A§ÚµLªk¨£§A¤¥ªö¡A¬O§_¥u¦n¼Û®§µ¥¨ì§A¦^¨Ó¡I¥D¡A§A¯à§_§Ñ°O§A´¿¸gÀ³³\¡A§An¦^¨Ó¡A«ö§Ú»P§A¦P¦b¡H¦ý¤@¤Ñ¤Ñ¤S¤@¦~¦~ªº¹L¥h¡A§Ú¤´µ¥Ô¡A§A«o¤´¥¼¦^¨Ó¡I¨D§A°O©À¡A§Ú¤wµ¥±o¦n¯h¡A¦Ó§AÂܸñ¦n¹³·íªì¤@¼Ë»·¡I¦h¤[¡H¦h¤[¡HÁÙ¦³¦h¤[ªº®ÉÔ¡A§A¤~À³ÅçÀ³³\¨Ó§â§Ú´£¨«¡H¤é¥X¤é¸¨¡A¤@¥@¹L¥h¤S¤@¥N¡A§Aªº¸t®{¥Í¬¡¡Bµ¥Ô¡B¦wºÎ¡F¤@¦ì¤@¦ì¡A¥L̤w³vº¥Â÷¶}¡A¤@¦¸¤@¦¸¡A§Ú̱æ§A§Ö¦^¡C§Ú¥D¡A¬°¦ó§A¤´¨S¦³Åã°ÊÀR¡A¤Ñ¤´³¬¦í¡A§ÚÌÆ[¬Ý¤´¹ïÃè¡A§Ú̦b¦¹¨ÌµMµ¥«J¦Aµ¥Ô¡A«u§r¡A¬O§_§Ú̵¥ÔÁÙ¤£°÷¡H·í§Ú¦^·Q¡A§Ú¤wµ¥Ô¦hªø¤[¡A¤£¸T¼Û®§¡A§CÀY¿W¦Û¬y²\¡F¨D§A§O¦A¿ð©µ¤£Å¥§Ún¨D¡A²{¤µ´N¨Ó«ö§Ú»P§A¬Û·|¡C¨Ó½}¡A§Ú¥D¡A³o¬O±Ð·|ªº¨D©I¡I¨Ó½}¡A§Ú¥D¡A½ÐÅ¥¸t®{ªº¶Ê«P¡I¨Ó½}¡A¾ú¥@¾ú¥N²Ö¿nªº¦@»ï¡A§Ú¥D¡A¯à§_¨D§A¤µ¤Ñ¤@°_Å¥¡I¤ñ¸û³oº©MÀj¯Çªº¨âº¡AÙ¬lÁn¤£¥uɤF¤@¨Ç¦n¥y¤l¡A¤]ɤF¸Ö·Nªº·Pı¡C¦b±Ð·|¥v¤W¼vÅTÙ¬lÁn³Ì¤jªº´X¦ì¸Ö¤H¤§¤¤¡AÀj¯Ç²@µLºÃ°Ý¬O¨ä¤¤ªº¤@Ó¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡AÁÙ¦³¤@º¸Ö¤]µ¹Ù¬lÁn«Ü¤jªº±Òµo¡CNot
written down in
haste, but in the quietOf thoughtful seasons, still to
memory dear,When the
whole soul was calm and the worldÕs riot,Even in
its echo, came not
to my ear;What I have thought, and felt, and seen,
and heard, is here.Sometimes
the cloud, but oft the happier
noonlightFloated
above me, as I mused and sung:At times the stars, at times the
mellow moonlightGave
ripeness to the fruit of pen and tongueWhile oÕer my
ravelled dreams the
years and ages hung.In days of public strife, when
sharp and
stinging,The angry words went daily to and fro,Friend against
friend the polished
missiles flinging,Each seeking who could launch the
keenest blow,I went
to thee, my harp, and bade thy numbers flow. In
hours of heaviness
thy solace seeking,I took thee up and woke the
trembling toneOf the
deep melody within thee, speakingLike the heart-broken
thrush, that sits
alone,Mourning its spoiled nest, and all its nestlings
gone.Into these
pages peace-thoughts weave their brightness;The peace
that has been, is,
and is to beIs here; peace-blossoms in their tranquil
whiteness IÕve shaken, as I passed
from tree to tree,Relics of many a
strange and broken
history.Lie there, my pen! Only a
little longerAnd
then thy work shall
be for ever done:Death in these pulses daily groweth
stronger; LifeÕs ruby drops are oozing
one by one;The dreams that
flowed through thee
shall soon be
dreamed alone!Rest kindly now,
beside what thou
hast written:Let that a little longer linger here;By age
unwithered, and by
time unsmitten,True leaves of health, that never can
grow sere,From the
great tree of life, plant of a purer sphere !Thou
art the lute with
which I sang my sadness, When sadness like a cloud
begirt my way;Thou
art the harp whose strings gave out my gladness,When
burst the sunshine
of a happier day,Resting upon my soul with sweet and
silent ray.The
sickle thou with which I have been reaping My great
life-harvest here on
earth; and nowÔMid these my sheaves I lay me down
unweeping, Nay, full
of joy, in lifeÕs still evening-glow,And wipe the
reaperÕs sweat from this
toil-fur-rowed brow.From this right hand its cunning
is departing, This
wrinkled palm proclaims its work is done:Look back,
fond reaper, to thy
place of starting,Days, months, and years, a
lifetime past and
gone ;Say, which is best, thy rising or thy setting sun?I
may not stay. These
hills that smile around me Are full of music, and
its happy
glowBeckons me upward; all that here has bound me Seems now
dissolving; daily I
outgrow The chains and drags of earth. I rise, I go, I
go!August, 1876.Well
pleased I find years rolling oÕer me,And hear each
day timeÕs measured tread; Far
fewer clouds now stretch before me,
Behind me is the
darkness
spread.³o¬O¤@º¦^¾Ð¸Ö¡A¥Î¸Öªºµ§ªk°l¾Ð¦Û¤vªº¤@¥Í¡CÙ¬lÁn¦b¥¢¥h¦Û¥Ñ«e¡A¦³¤@¦~½ö¦b¯fºf¤W¡A¨¤ßÆF³£¨ü¨ì·Î¼õ¡A¨º®ÉÔ¥¿¦b¾ã²z¸Öºq·Ç³Æ¥Xª©¤@¥»¶W¹L¤@¤dºªº¸Ö¶°¡C¤]³\¥L·Pı«e±¦~¤éµL¦h¡A¤D°l¾Ð¥Lªº¤@¥Í¡C¦b±N¥¦µoªí¦¨¬°¸Öºqªº®ÉÔ¡AÀj¯Çªº³oº¸Ö¶i¤J¥Lªº¸£®ü¡Aµ²ªG¥L´N¼g¦¨¤F¤U±ªº³o¤@º¸Ö¡G¦³®É¡A°¸¬O«C¤Ñ¡A¸g±`¬O¦³¶Â¶³¡F¡@¡@§Ú´¿°¸µM¤È©]ºq°Û¥Ì²¢¡A¸g±`¤£µoµÃý¡FÁöµM°¸´¸¡A¦ý¬O¸g±`¬O³±¡A¢§Ú¾Ç²ß§Ô@¡A¡@¡@¢§Ú¤£¯à¤£¨Ó´M¨D¯«¤ß¡A¯«ªº³ß·R¡C¦³®É¥|³ò°®´÷¡A²M²D¦ó¨äÃø±o¡F¡@¡@§A§ún¥´¨ì¦h¨I«¡BV¨è¡A¤è¦³¥i³Ü¡H§A¤õn¿N¨ì¦h°ª¼ö¡B³q¬õ¡A¤èºâ¸Õ·Ò§¹¥þ¡H¡@¡@§A¤â»Ý¨ë¦h²`¡A»Ý¤ã¦hµh¡A¤è¯à§l¥X¥Ì²¢¡H¡@¦³®É»Ýn¯ð¨ë¡A¤è¯àÅã§A¯à¤O¡F¡@¡@§Ú´¿ÁÓÂà±µªñ¦º¤`¡A³à¥¢¡AµL¯v¡AµL¹¡AµL±H¡C¦³®É§Ú»Ý³à¥¢§Úªº©Ò¦³¡A¤è¯à§¹¥þ¦Û¥Ñ¡F¡@¡@§Ú´¿²ö¦W¤@¤å¡A¥¼¦V¤H¨D¡A¬Û«H¤£¼~¡C¦³®É¤]¦³ª§°«¡A§Ì¥S¤Ï¹ï§Ì¥S¡A¡@¡@½Ö³£·Qn¥´¥X³Ì«®±ÀY¡A½Ö³£¬¤¬¤¡F§Ú´¿³¬¤áÁ«ȦV§A°Û¸Ö¡Aª¾¹D§A¤ß³Ìµh¡A¡@¡@§Úª¾¹D§Úªº¡A¤£¤ñ§Aªº¡A·l¥¢¡A¾Ç²ßWÃø¥æ³q¡C¡@²{¤µ¤w¹L¤@¥Í¡A¦~¤é³v¤é¸ºu¡A¡@¡@¦w§¤§A«e¡A§ÚÅ¥¡u®É¶¡¡v¨BÁn¡A¨Ï§Ú·Pı¶À©ü¡F§N¤ë¦b¤W¥¿¦b³vº¥Á«´î¡A¦¹¥Í¤]¦b§é¦©¡F¡@¡@«e±¶Â¶³¤w¸g¨S¦³´X¤ù¡A¤j³£¸¨«á¡F§Úªº±N¨Ó¥¿¦b±N§Ú¤w¹L³Î¤À¡F¡@¡@¨CÓ®ø³u¦~¤é¡A¥¿º¥¸Ñ¶}¦¹¥ÍªÈ¯É¡F¤@¤Á¡u¥i¨£¡v¥¿º¥¤U¨I¥¢¥ú¡A¡u¤£¨£¡v¥¿¦bÅãÅS¡F¡@¡@§Úªº¬ß±æ¥¿¦V¤W±¥õ±æ¡A§Ú¤ß»P¥¦¦P¸ô¡C¡@¦^ÅU¤@¥Í¹Ò¹J¡G¤é¦¨¤ë¡A¤ë¦¨¦~¡A¡@¡@¦~¦¨¤@¥Í¡A¤@¥Í¨Ó¦Ó¤S¥h¡A¤£¤[±N¨ì²×ÂI¡F¦^ÀY¨Ó¬Ý°_ÂI¡A¨ºÓ§ó²¢¡H¨ì©³¡A¤D¬O´Â¤é¡H¡@¡@ÁÙ¬O¸¨¤é¡H¸¨¤é§óªñ§A±¡I§óªñ§A«Ç¡I§Úµ¥§Aªº¦^¨Ó¡A§Ú¤ß¤wº¥µL¯à¡A¡@¡@§Ú²´¤wº¥©üªá¡A§Ú±NÂ÷¶}¦¹¥Í±b´×¡AÀô¤s¯º®e¥¿¦b©Û§Ú¦w·²¡A§Úº¥²æÂ÷²ÖÂØ¡A¡@¡@§Úªº®¹¸j¦n¹³³£¦b·»¸Ñ¡A§ÚÂk¡A§Ún§YÂk¡C¥J²Ó¤ñ¸ûÙ§@©MÀj¯Çªº¡AÙ¬lÁn±µ¤F¤£¤Ö¥y¤l¡A¤]ɤF¬[ºc¤ÎY¤z·Pı¡FµM¦Ó¸g¾ú³£¬O¹D¦aÙ¬lÁnªº¡C³o¤S¬OÙ¬lÁn¨üÀj¯Ç¼vÅTªº¤@Ó¨Ò¤l¡C§B¯S¸«¡]Jane
Borthwich,
1813-1897¡^§B¯S¸«¤k¤h¬O¥D¯S§O¿³°_¨Óªº¡C¦o©M¦oªº©n©f¤G¤H¦³·N§â¤@¨Ç¼w°ê¦nªº¸Öºq¤¶²Ð¨ì^»y¥@¬É¨Ó¡C©Ò¥H¦oÌ¥X¤F¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¡mHymns from the
Land of
Luther¡n¡A±N°¨¤B¸ô¼w¥@¬É¸Ì±ªº¸Öºqͦ¨^¤å¡A¸Õ¬Ý¨ä¤¤¤@º¡G§ÚÆF¡AÂíÀR¡I¥D¥¿¦b§A¨®Ç¡A¼~¶Ë¤Q¬[¡A°Èn§Ô@¾á·í¡F«H¾a¤÷¯«¡A¥ÑÍ¢¦w±Æ¥D±i¡A¸UÅܤ§¤¤¡A±©¥D«H¹ê¤[ªø¡F§ÚÆF¡AÂíÀR¡I¤Ñ¤Í³Ì¬Oµ½¨}¡A¸g¹L¯ð´Æ¡A¤Þ¨ìÅw¼Ö¤§Ã¦¡CBe
still, my soul! the
Lord is on thy side;Bear patiently the cross of
grief or pain;Leave
to thy God to order and provide;In every change He
faithful will remain.Be
still, my soul! thy best, thy heavÕnly FriendThro?
thorny ways leads to
a joyful
end.³o¬O«D±`¦nªº¤@º¸Öºq¡AÁ¿¨ì¶¶ªA¥Dªº¦®·N¡A^¤åͱo«Ü¬ü¡C¥t¥~¤@º¤j®a«D±`¼ô±xªº¸Öºq¡A¤]¬O¥X¦Û§B¤ó©n©fªºÄ¶µ§¡G¥Dªü¡A·Ó§A¦®·N¡AÄ@§Ú¯à¥H¶¶ªA¡I¦b§A·Rªº¤â¸Ì¡A¤Z¨Æ§Ú³£Å¥¥D¡F¾ú¼~©Î¬O¾ú¼Ö¡A»â§Ú¨S¦³¼ÛÁn¡A§U§Ú¤´¯à¨Óºq¡G¥D¡A§A¦®·N±o¦¨¡CMy
Jesus, as Thou
wilt!Oh, may Thy will be mine!Into Thy hand of loveI
would my all
resign;Thro?sorrow, or thro?joy, Conduct me as Thine
own,And help me
still to say,My Lord, Thy will be
done!³o¬O¤@º¸Ö¬OWÃøªºµ²´¹¡Cì§@ªÌ®u¼¯°Ç§J¡]Benjamin
Schmolke,
1672-1737¡^¦b¤j¾Ç²¦·~«á§Y¶i¤J¨Æ©^¡A¤Z¤T¤Q¤»¦~¡A©bªi©ó¼w°ê¦U¦a¡A©Î¶ÇºÖµ¡A©Î³y´N¡A©Î³]¥ß±Ð·|³Æ·¥©¯³Ò¡C±ß¦~¦]¾Þ³Ò¹L«×¡A¥b¨¤£¹E¡Aª×§É¦h¦~¡C®a¶mºG¾D¦^¸S¡A¨â¦ì¨à¤l¤S¬ÛÄ~¦º¤`¡A¥Õ¾v¤H°e¶Â¾v¤H¡CÁöµM¦p¦¹¡A¥L¤´¼g¤U³\¦h°Ê¤Hªº¸Öºq¡A¦Ü¤µ¦b¼w°ê¤´¬O¶Ç»w¤£µ´¡I¬d²z´µ¥ì§Q²ï§B¡]Elizabeth
Charles,
1828-1897¡^¬d²z´µ¥ì§Q²ï§B¤k¤h¥X¨¤j¤á¤H®a«D±`¦³®¦½ç¡A¬J¬O¸Ö¤H¡A¤S¬Oµ¼Ö®a¡Bµe®a©M§@®a¡CÙ¬lÁn¿ï¤F¦o¤@º¸Ö©ñ¦b1052ºªº¡m¸Öºq¡n¸Ì¡A²{¦C¥X¤G¸`¤¤¤å©M¤T¸`^¤å¡G1.
¥Ã¤£»·©ó§A¤Q¬[¡A¥Ã¤£°ª©ó§A¸}«e¡A ¦b¦¹Ä_ª«¦¨µê°²¡A¦b¦¹W¨Æ¦¨¥Ì²¢¡C3.
¦b¦¹§Ú¾Ç«ç¨Æ©^¡A¨Ã¾Ç³ß¼Ö±Ë¤v§Ó¡A ¦b¦¹§Ú¨ü·R¨Ó¥Í¡A¦b¦¹§Ú¨ü«H¨Ó¦º¡C1. Never
further than Thy
cross, Never higher than Thy
feet; Here
earthÕs
precious things seem
dross, Here
earthÕs bitter things grow sweet.2. Gazing
thus our sin we see, Learn Thy love
while gazing thus, Sin, which laid
the cross on Thee, Love,
which bore the cross for us.3. Till
amid the
hosts of light, We in Thee redeemed, complete, Through Thy cross made
pure and white, Cast our crowns before Thy
feet.³oº¸Öºqªºªí¹F«Ü¿W¯S¡A¦oªº´y¼g«Ü¤£¥¤Z¡A«D±`¬ü¡A·Pı«D±`¦n¡F¬O«ÜÃø±oªº¤@º¦n¸Öºq¡C³ÆF¡]Anna
Laetitia Waring,
1820-1910¡^³ÆF¤k¤h¥Í¦b¶Q®æ·|ªº®a®x¡A¤G¤Q¤G·³®ÉÂà¤J¸t¤½·|¡A¥L¤@¥Í¦n¾Ç¡Aºë³q¥j¨å©M§Æ§B¨Óì¤å¡A¨C¤Ñ¶ÔŪ¬ù©M¸Ö½g¡A¦o©MÁú¶²ºq¤@¼Ë¦³«D±`µ²¹êªº¸t¸g®Ú°ò¡C¦b¼g¸Ö¤è±¡A±q¤Q·³´N¶}©l¹ñÅSÀY¨¤¡A³°Äò¦b¥D¤éÂø»xµoªí¡A®i²{¨äÅå¤H¤~µØ¡C¤T¤Q¤T·³®É¥Xª©¤FÓ¤H¸Ö¶°¡m¸Öºq»PÀq·Q¡n¡]Hymns
and
Meditations¡^¡A¦@¤T¤Q¤Gº¡C¦³¸Öµû®a»{¬°¦o¤j³¡¤Àªº¸Ö¦bÄÝÆFªº«ä·Q©M·Pı¤W¼h¦¸°ª¦Ó²M¯Â¡F±N°ò·þ®{¥Í¬¡ªººØºØ¿Ä¤J¸Öºq®É¡A¬Jè±j¤S·Å©M¡A¬J«i´±¤S¥i¾a¡C¦b©Ò¦³¼g¸Öªº¤H¤¤¡A³ÆF§@«~¤¤ªºÆF³Ì¯S§O¡C¦oªº¸Öºq¨Ã¤£¦h¡A¤£¹L¦oªº¸Öºq¦³¤@Ó¯SÂI¡A¤£¬O¥H¤å¾Ç¨ú³Ó¡A¤]¤£¬O¥Î¸Ö·N¡A¤D¬O¦³¤@Ó¬X³nªºÆF¡B©^ÄmªºÆF¡B¦w®§ªºÆF¡C¦b¦oªº¸Ö¸Ì±¡A¥¼¥²©ãÃý±o«Ü§¹¾ã¡A¦b¤å¾Ç¤W¤]¦³·å²«¡A¦ý«o¬°¤j²³©Ò³ß·R¡A´N¬O¦]¬°¦oªºÆF¬O¯Ì¦ÏªºÆF¡A¬O¶¶ªAªºÆF¡C¦oªº¤@¥Í¨ü¤F³\³\¦h¦hªºW¡C¦o´¿¸g¼g¹L¨â¦æ¸Ö¡A»¡¡G¡u¥@¬É¤W¦³½Ö¹³§Ú¨ü¨º»ò¦hªºW¡C¦Ó±oµÛ¨º»ò¦hªº¦w¼¢¡C¡v¦oªº«ÂI¤£¬O¦b«e¥y¡A¤D¦b«á¥y¡C³\¦h®ÉÔ§ÚÌ·|»¡§Ų́ü¤F³\¦hªºW¡A¦ý³oÓ©n©f»¡¡G¡u¨S¦³¤H¹³§Ú¨ü¤F¨º»ò¦hªºW¡A¦Ó¤S¨ü¤F¨º»ò¦hªº¦w¼¢¡C¡v²{¤¶²Ð¦o¦o¤G¤Q¤»·³©Ò¼gªº¤@º¥Nªí§@¡A³oº¸Öºq¦ü¥G½Ķ±o«Ü¥^¦£¡A¤¤¤åÁÙ¤£¬O«Ü§¹¥þ¡A¦ý¸Ì±ªº«n·N«ä¤w½¥X¨Ó¤F¡C1.
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§Ú¨D§A½çªø¤[©¾¸Û¡A¦s¤ß°Q§AÅw¯º¡C8. §A·R©Ò©w§Úªº¿ï¾Ü¡A¤£¬O§Úªº®¹Ã·¡F
§Ú¦b·t¤¤¨ü§A»â«Ó¡A¤wÃѧAªº¨£ÃÒ¡F ¤@¥Í¥Rº¡±Ë¤vªº·R¡A´N¬O¦Û¥Ñ¤@¥Í¡C1. Father, I
know that all my
life Is portioned
out for me, The changes that are
sure
to come I do not fear to see; I ask Thee for a
present mind Intent
on
pleasing Thee.2. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant
watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful
smiles, And
to wipe the weeping
eyes; And a heart at leisure from
itself, To
soothe and sympathize.3. I
would not have the
restless will That hurries to
and fro, Seeking for
some great thing to
do Or secret thing to
know; I would be treated as a
child, And guided where I go.4. Wherever in the world I am, In
whatsoeÕer estate, I have a
fellowship with hearts To
keep and cultivate; And
a
work of lowly love
to do For the Lord on Whom I wait.5. So I ask Thee
for daily strength, To none
that ask denied, And a mind to blend
with
outward life While keeping at Thy
side; Content
to fill a little space,
If Thou be
glorified.6. And if some
things I do not ask In
my cup of
blessing be, I would have my spirit
filled the more With
grateful love to
Thee, More careful, not to serve
Thee much, But
to please Thee
perfectly.7. There are briers
besetting every path That
call for patient care;
There is a cross in
every lot, And an
earnest need for prayer; But
a
lowly heart that
leans on Thee Is
happy anywhere.8. In
a service which
Thy will appoints There are no bonds for me; For
my inmost heart is
taught Òthe truth?That makes Thy
children Òfree.?And a life of self
renouncing love Is a life of
liberty.³o©n©f¦]¬°¨Å餣¦n¡A¦oªº±b´×¤@ª½·n¨Ó·n¥h¡A¦³¤µ¤Ñ«o¤£ª¾¹D¦³¨S¦³©ú¤Ñ¡F©Ò¥H²Ä¤@¸`¦o»¡¡G¡u¤÷°Ú¡A§Úª¾¹D§Úªº¤@¥Í§A³£¤w¸g´À§Ú¤À¦n¤F¡K¡K¡v²Ä¤K¸`¬O³Ì¦nªº¤@¸`¡A³Ì«áªº¨â¥y¬Oµ´¥y¡G¡u¤@¥Í¥Rº¡±Ë¤vªº·R¡A´N¬O¦Û¥Ñ¤@¥Í¡C¡v§Ú̫ܤ֬ݨ즳¤@º¸Öºq¦³³o¼ËªºÆF¡C¦oÁÙ¦³¤@º«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡G1.
§Úªº¯à¤O¡I¤£nÂ÷§Ú¡I¤@¤Á³£¥ñ§A·R¡F §A¥i±q§Ú¨ú¥h½Ö¦ó¡A¦ý§A¤£nÂ÷¶}¡F
¥ô¾Ì§Aªº¹²§Ð¡X·ªi¡A¦V§ÚÀH·N¹ï«Ý¡C1. Go
not far from me, O my strength,
Whom all my times
obey; Take from me anything
Thou wilt, But go not Thou
away, ÐÐ And let the storm that does Thy work Deal
with me as it may.2.
On Thy compassion I
repose, In
weakness and distress: I will not ask
for greater ease, Lest I should love Thee less. Oh, Õtis a blessed thing
for me To need Thy tenderness.3. While many sympathizing hearts For my
deliverance care, Thou, in Thy wiser, stronger love, Art teaching me to
bear; By the sweet voice of
thankful song, And
calm confiding prayer.4.
Thy love has many a
lighted path No outward eye
can trace, And my heart
sees Thee in the
deep, With darkness on
its face, And
communes with
Thee Õmid the storm As in a
secret place.5. O Comforter of
GodÕs redeemed;
Whom the world does
not see, What
hand should pluck me from the flood,
That casts my soul
on Thee? Who
would not suffer pain like mine, To
be
consoled like me?6. When I am
feeble as a child, And
flesh and heart
give way, Then
on Thy everlasting strength With
passive trust I stay. And
the rough wind
becomes a song, The
darkness shines like day.7. Oh,
blessed are the eyes
that see, Though
silent anguish show The
love that in
their hours of sleep Unthanked may
come and go; And
blessed are the
ears that hear, Though kept awake by woe.8. Happy
are they that learn, in
Thee, Through patient suffering
teach, The secret of enduring
strength,
And praise too deep
for speech; Peace that
no pressure from without, No
strife within, can
reach.9. There
is no death for me to fear, For
Christ, my Lord,
hath died; There
is no curse in this my pain, For He was
crucified. And it is
fellowship with Him That
keeps me near His side.10.
My heart is fixed, O
God, my strength, My
heart is strong to bear: I
will be joyful in
Thy love, And
peaceful in Thy care, Deal with me for my
SaviourÕs sake, According to His prayer.11. No
suffering while it lasts
is joy, How blest soeÕer it be; Yet may the chastened child be glad His
FatherÕs face to see; And oh, it is not hard
to bear What must
be borne
in Thee12. It is not
hard to bear by faith, In Thy
own bosom laid, The
trial of a soul
redeemed, For Thy rejoicing made. Well may the heart in
patience rest, That none can make afraid.13. Safe in Thy
sanctifying
grace, Almighty to restore,ÐÐ Borne onwardÐÐ sin and
death behind, And
Thy love and life before; Oh, let my soul abound in hope, And praise Thee
more and more!14. Deep unto deep may call; but I With peaceful heart
will say, Thy
loving kindness has a charge No
waves can take away: And
let the storm that
speeds me home Deal with me as it
may.^¤åªº¸Öµü«D±`¬ü¡A¦P¼Ë¬O³o¼ËªºÆF¡A·Pı«D±`ªº¦n¡CY§ÚÌn¬ã¨sÙ¬lÁnªº¸Ö¦³¬Æ»ò¯SÂI¡H¨Ó·½¦b¨º¸Ì¡H¨º»ò¡AÀj¯Ç²@µLºÃ°Ý¬OÓ«Ü«nªº¨Ó·½¡A¤]¼vÅTÙ¬lÁn³Ì¤j¡F¨ä¦¸´N¬O³ÆF¡C·í§ÚÌŪ¦oªº¸Ö¡A´N·|µo²{«á¨ÓÙ¬lÁn¦³¤@¨Ç¸Öºq¡A«Ü¹³¦oªº·Pı¡G´N¬O¤£ºÞ§A«ç¼Ë¹ï«Ý§Ú¡C±qÙ¬lÁn¤§¡u§AY¤£À£¾ñÆV¦¨´í¡v¸Ì±¡A´N¦³«Ü¦hÃþ¦ü³o¼Ëªº¥y¤l¡A¤]´N¬O³ÆFªº¯SÂI¡C·PÁÂ¥D¡A¯«µ¹¨C¤@Ó¤H³£¤£¤@¼Ë¡A¹³Ù¬lÁn±oµÛÀ°§U«á¡A´NÅܦ¨¥Lªº¡F¦AÂǵۥLªº¸Öºq¡A¤S¯àÀ°§U³\³\¦h¦hªº¤H¡CÁÙ¦³¤@º¡G§Ú¯«¡A§Ú¤ß¥Rº¡¦w¹ç¡A§ÚnºÙÁºq¹|¡F§Ú¤ß¤µ©~¯µ±K¬u·½¡A²`¹ÁÄ_¶Q¨Æª«¡C¥X¤H·N¥~¯«¸t¥¦w¡A¬O§Ú®É¨èºq¹|¡F§Ú¤ß¤µ©~¯µ±K¬u·½¡A²`ÂÃÄ_Q¨Æª«¡CMy
heart is resting, O
my God,I will give thanks and sing;My heart is at
the secret sourceOf
evÕry precious thing.Refrain:Oh, peace of God that
passeth thought,I
daily, hourly sing;My heart is at the secret source Of
evÕry precious
thing.³o¸Ö¸Ì±¦³¤@Ó¥y¤l¡G¡u§Ú¤ß¤µ©~¯µ±K¬u·½¡A²`ÂÃÄ_¶Q¨Æª«¡C¡v¬O§_ı±o«Ü¼ô±x©O¡H¬Oªº¡A¦]¬°¦³¤@º¼ô±xªº¤¤¤å¸Öºq¡u§Ú¤w´z¿ï¥DC¿q¡v¡A¸Ì±¦³¤@¥y¬Û¦üªº¥y¤l¡G¡u§Ú¤ß¤µ¥¿¦í¦b©Ò¦³¥Ì²¢¨Æª«¤§·½¡C¡vì¨Ó¬OºK¦Û³ÆF³oº¸Öºq¡CùÁɸ¦¡]Christina
Georgina Rossetti,
1830-1897¡^^°êºû¦h§Q¨È®É¥N¸q¤j§Q¸ÇªºÃ¹¶ë¸¦®a±Ú¡A¨CÓ¦¨û³£¦³«D¤Zªº¤Ñ¸ê¡A¼ô¿Ú^°ê©M¸q¤j§Qªº»y¨¥©M¤å¾Ç¶Ç²Î¡A¦b·í®Éªº¤åÃÀ¬É°_¤F¿W¯Sªº§@¥Î¡C³oÓ®a±Ú³Ì¦~»´ªº¤@Ó¦¨û´N¬O§J¨½´µ¸¦®R¡C¦o¦³¤Ñ½áªº¸Ö¤~¡A¤Q¤C·³´N¶}©l³Ð§@¸Öºq¡C³\¦h¤H¥uª¾¹Dù¶ë¸¦¬OµÛ¦Wªº¤k¸Ö¤H¡A«Ü¤Ö¤Hª`·N¨ì¦o¬O«D±`·R¥Dªº©n©f¡A¦VµÛ¥D«D±`ªºµ´¹ï¡C¥L²×¥Í¥¼±B¡A¨Ã¤£¬O¦]¬°¦o¨S¦³¹ï¶H¡C¨ä¹ê¥L¤Q¤K·³®É´Nq±B¤F¡A¥i¬O¥Ñ©ó¹ï¤è¦^¨ìù°¨±Ð¥h¡A´N¸Ñ°£¤F±B¬ù¡C¤Q¤G¦~«á¥L¦³¤FÅÊ·Rªº¹ï¶H¡A¦ý¬O³Ì²×¦o¨S¦³µªÀ³¶ùµ¹¥L¡A¦]¬°µo²{¹ï¤è¨S¦³±o±Ï¡A¥u¬O¤@Ó±¾¦Wªº±Ð¤Í¦Ó¤w¡Cù¶ë¸¦¤]¬OÓŪ¸t¸gªº¤H¡A¦o¼g¤F¤@¥»±Ò¥Ü¿ýµù¸Ñ¡A±Nªñ¤»¦Ê¶«p¡A¦b¦o¥h¥@«e¤@¦~¤w¸g¦Aª©¡C¥Lµ¹³o¤@¥»µù¸Ñ«D±`¸Ö·Nªº®Ñ¦W¡G¡m²`²Wªºªí±¡n¡]The
Face of the
Deep¡^¡A¦o¤Þ¥Î¤F¸Ö½g¤T¤Q¤»½g²Ä¤»¸`ªº¸Ü¡G¡u§Aªº¼f§P¬O²`²W¡C¡v¡]ª½Ä¶¡^¬JµM±Ò¥Ü¿ý¬OÁ¿¼f§Pªº®Ñ¡A³oµù¸Ñªº®Ñ¦W´NÅܱo«Ü¶K¤Á¤F¡A¥Ñ¦¹¥i¨£¦oªº¸t¸g®Ú°ò¤@¯ë¡C·íµM¦o³Ç¥Xªº°^ÄmÁÙ¬O¸Öºq¡A¯«¤]«Ü¨Ï¥Î¦o¡C¦o¦³¤@º¯S§Oªº¸Öºq¡GµL§O¯Ì¦Ï¡AµL§O¦W¦r¡AµL§O§Æ±æ¦b¤Ñ»P¦a¡FµL§OÁשҲæ¸o»P®¢¡AµL§O¡A¥u§A¡CNone
other Lamb, none
other Name,None other hope in heavÕn or earth or
sea,None other
hiding place from guilt and shame,None beside
Thee!¥t¥~¤@º¸Ö«Ü¦³·N«ä¡A¥u¦³¦o¯à¼g±o¥X¨Ó¡AÃÒ©ú¦o«Ü·R¥D¡C³o¸Ö¨S¦³¤¤Ä¶¡A²{±N¤j·NĶ¥X¡GI
would have gone, God
bade me stay;§Ú»¡n¥h¡A¦ý¬O¯«¥s§Ú¯d¤U¨Ó¡FI would
have worked, God
bade me rest;§Ú»¡n§@¤u¡A¦ý¬O¯«¥s§Ú¦w®§¡FHe broke my
will from day to
day,¤é´_¤@¤éÍ¢¯}¸H§Úªº·N§Ó¡AHe read my yearnings,
unexpressed, And
said them
nay.Í¢²`ª¾§Ú¤ß¤¤®IÂêºÄ@±æ¡A¥L¹ï³oÄ@±æ»¡¡G¡u¤£¡I¡v²Ä¤G¸`¡GNow I would stay; God bids me
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would rest; God bids me
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go, Lord, where Thou sentest
me.¥Dªü§Ú¥h¡AµL½×§A«ç¼Ë®t»º¡C¡]¤U²¤¡^³oº¸ÖÁ¿¨ì¦oªº¤ß¸ô¾úµ{¡A°_ÀY¬O§Ún¥h¡A¥D»¡¤£n¡F§Ún¤u§@¡A¥D»¡¦w®§¡F«á¨Ó¡A§Ún¯d¤U¡A¥Dn§Ú¥h¡F§Ún¦w®§¡A¥D´Nn§Ú¤u§@¡C³Ì«á¦o¾Ç·|¤F¥\½Ò¡G¥DµL½×°e§Ú¨ì¨º¸Ì¡A§Ú³£¥h¡Cª÷¥Ý²ú¡]Harriet
Eleanor Hamilton
King,
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Browning, Christina
Rossetti, George Elliot, Jean Ingelow¬Û´£¨Ã¦C¡C1.
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us consider now this
life of the Vine,Whereof we are partakers: we
shall seeIts way is
not of pleasure nor of ease.It groweth not like the
wild trailing
weedsWhither it willeth, flowering here and there;Or lifting
up proud blossoms to
the sun,Kissed by the butterflies, and glad for
life,And glorious in
their beautiful array;Or running into lovely
labyrinthsOf many
forms and many fantasies,Rejoicing in its own luxuriant
life.The Flower of
the Vine is but a little thing,The least part of its
life ;Ñyou scarce could tellIt
ever had a flower; the fruit beginsAlmost
before the flower
has had its day.And as it grows, it is not free to
heaven,But tied to a
stake; and if its arms stretch out,It is but
crosswise, also
forced and bound;And so it draws out of the hard
hill-side,Fixed in
its own place, its own food of life;And quickens with it, breaking
forth in bud,Joyous
and green, and exquisite of form,Wreathed lightly
into tendril, leaf,
and bloom.Yea, the grace of the green vine makes all
the landLovely in
spring-time; and it still grows onFaster, in
lavishness of its
own life;Till the fair shoots begin to wind and waveIn the
blue air, and feel
how sweet it is.But so they leave it not; the
husbandmanComes
early, with the pruning-hooks and shears,And strips it bare of
all its innocent
pride,And wandering garlands, and cuts deep and
sure,Unsparing for
its tenderness and joy.And in its loss and pain it wasteth
not;But yields
itself with unabated life,More perfect under the
despoiling hand.The
bleeding limbs are hardened into wood;The thinned-out
bunches ripen into
fruitMore full and precious, to the purple prime.And
still, the more it
grows, the straitlier boundAre all its branches; and as
rounds the fruit,And
the heartÕs crimson comes to show in it,And it
advances to its
hour,Ñits leavesBegin to droop and wither in the sun;But
still the life-blood
flows, and does not fail,All into fruitfulness, all
into form.Then comes
the vintage, for the days are ripe.And surely now
in its perfected
bloom,It may rejoice a little in its crown,Though it
bend low beneath the
weight of it,Wrought out of the long striving of
its heart.But ah !
the hands are ready to tear downThe treasures of the
grapes; the feet are
thereTo tread them in the winepress, gathered
in;Until the
blood-red rivers of the wineRun over, and the land is full of
joy.But the vine
standeth stripped and desolate,Having given all; and
now its own dark
timeIs come, and no man payeth back to itThe comfort and
the glory of its
gift;But rather, now most merciless, all painAnd loss
are piled together,
as its daysDecline, and the spring sap has ceased
to flowNow is it cut
back to the very stem;.Despoiled, disfigured, left
a leafless
stock,Alone through all the dark days that shall come.And
all the winter-time
the wine gives joyTo those who else were dismal in
the cold;But the
vine standeth out amid the frost;And after all, hath
only this grace
left,That it endures in long, lone stedfastnessThe winter
through:Ñand next year blooms
again;Not bitter for the torment
undergone,Not barren
for the fulness yielded up;As fair and fruitful towards
the sacrifice,As if
no touch had ever come to it,But the soft airs of
heaven and dews of
earth;--And so fulfils itself in love once more. And
now, what more shall
I say? Do I need hereTo
draw the lesson of this
life; or sayMore
than these few words, following up the text;The Vine
from every living
limb bleeds wine;Is it the poorer for that spirit
shed?The drunkard
and the wanton drink thereof;Are they the richer for that
giftÕs excess?Measure thy
life by loss instead of gain;Not by the wine
drunk, but the wine
poured forth;For loveÕs strength standeth in loveÕs
sacrifice;And whoso
suffers most hath most to
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Love, that wilt not
let me go,I rest my weary soul in Thee;I give Thee
back the life I
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Life¡n¹D¥X¤F¶}¦èªº¸t¼äÆ[¡C¬OÀN´¶ª÷§ïÅܤF¾Ç´I¤¨®ªº²öº¸¥D±Ð¡C½×¨ìÀN´¶ª÷ªº¤@¥Í¡A²öº¸»¡¡G¡u¬°µÛ¯«©M¸t¼ä¡A¥Lªº¥Í©R¬O¦p¦¹Â×´I¼vÅT²`»·¡C¡vÀN´¶ª÷ÁöµM¬O¤@¦ì«D±`ÄÝÆFªº¤H¡A¤S©Mħ¥i¿Ë¡F¦ý¥L¦³¤@Ó®ø»º¡A´N¬O³ßÅwµe¨ß¤l¡CÁöµM¥L¤u§@Ác¦h¡A«oµe¤F³\¦h¦UºØ¦U¼Ëªº¨ß¤l¡C¥L¤@±·R¥D¡A¥t¤@±¤S§â©Ò¦³ªº¨ß¤l¹Ïµe¦¬¶°¦¨¤@¥»µe¥U¥Xª©¤F¡C©Ò¥H§Ú̪¾¹D¤@ÓÄÝÆFªº¤H¡A¤£¬O¦]¬°ÄÝÆF´N¥ô¦ó¨Æ³£¤£¯à°µ¡CÀN´¶ª÷¦b¶}¦èÁ¿¡u»P°ò·þÁp¦X¡v¡AÁ¿¨ì²`«×ªºªF¦è¡Aµ¹§Ì¥S©n©f«Ü¤jªºÀ°§U¡C¥L¼g¤F¤@º¸Ö¡A¬O¥Ø«e¥i¥H§ä¨ìªº¨âº¤§¤@¡G¨S¦³¶¡¹j¡A¥D¡A¨S¦³¶¡¹j¡FÅý§Ú¨£§Aºa±¡A¤Þ§Úªñ§A¨Ãä¡AµM«áÅ¥§A·O¨¥¡X¨S¦³¶¡¹j¡A¨S¦³¶¡¹j¡CNothing
between, Lord,
nothing between,Let me Thy glory see,Draw my soul close
to Thee,Then speak
in love to meÑNothing between, nothing
between.³oº¸ÖÅã¥ÜÀN´¶ª÷«D±`ªº»{ÃÑ¥D¡A¦ý¥L¤£¬O¶ø¯µ¬£¡A¤]¤£¥Î¶ø¯µ¬£ªº»y¨¥¡A·í¥Lµoªí»P¥D¤¤¶¡¤§¥æ³qªº®ÉÔ¡A¬O¥Î¥t¥~¤@Ӥ覡¨Óªí¹Fªº¡C²öº¸¥D±Ð¡]Bishop
Moule,
1841-1920¡^²öº¸¬O¸t¤½·|¤@¦ì¥D±Ð¡C¥L¬O¼C¾ô¤H¡A¤@Ó¸t¸g¾ÇªÌ¡A¥Lªº¡mù°¨®Ñµù¸Ñ¡n¬O²³¦h¸ÑÄÀù°¨®Ñ¤¤¤½»{³Ì¦nªº¤@¥»¡F¤£¦ý¯u²z²M´·¡A¦Ó¥B¦³¥Í©R¤Wªº¨ÑÀ³¡C¥t¥~¤@Ó¤û¬z¤H®æ¨½µá¦hº¿¤h¡]Griffith
Thomas¡^¡A¤]¬O¤@¦ì«Ü·R¥Dªº§Ì¥S¡A¦P¼Ë¼g¤F¤@¥»«Ü¦nªºÃ¹°¨®Ñµù¸Ñ¡A¦ý¦hº¿¤h»¡¡G¡u¦pªG§A²{¦b¤f³U¸Ìªº¿ú¥u°÷¶R¤@¥»Ã¹°¨®Ñªº°Ñ¦Ò®Ñ¡A¨º»ò¡A²öº¸ªºÃ¹°¨®Ñµù¸Ñ¬O§A°ß¤@ªº¿ï¾Ü¡C¡v²öº¸ªº®Ñ¤@±¯à¥s¤HÂIÀY¡A¥t¥~¤@¤è±¯à¥s¤H©}½¥¡F³o¼Ëªº®Ñ¤~¾a±o¦í¡C¦³³\¦h®Ñ¥u¯à¥s¤HÂIÀY¡Aµ¹¤H«Ü¦hª¾ÃÑ¡AÀY¸£¶V¨Ó¶V¤j¡A¦ý¬O¸Ì±ªº¥Í©R¤@ÂI¨ÑÀ³¤]¨S¦³¡C·PÁÂ¥D¡AÍ¢¦b^°ê°ê®a±Ð·|¸Ì±¿³°_¤F¤@Ó¥D±Ð¡A±qªí±¤W¨Ó¬Ý¡A¥L«Ü¦³Åv«Â¡A¤S«Ü¦³¾Ç°Ý¡F¦ý¨Æ¹ê¤W«Ü§Æ©_¡A¥LÓ¤H¸Ì±ªº¥Í©R«D±`Â×´I¡C¥Lªº¾Ç°Ý©M¥LªºÄÝÆF¯à°÷µ²¦X¦b¤@°_¡A¦]¦¹¯à°÷À°§U¤H¡C³o¼Ëªº¤@Ó«n¤Hª«¡A·íµM¬O¤ñ¸û¤Ö¦³¤H±µªñ¥L¡C¥LÅ¥»D¨C¦~¦b¶}¦è¦³¤@Ó¤j·|¡A«Ü¬O¦n©_¡A¦ý¥Lı±o¦Û¤v¬OÓ¤j¥D±Ð¡A«ç»ò¥i¯à¥h°Ñ¥[©O¡H¦³¤@¦¸¡A¥L¨ì¶}¦è©Ò¦bªº´ò°ÏLake
District´ç°²¡A¨º®É¥L¸Ì±¤w¸g¦³ÂI¤ß°Ê¡A»¡¡G¡u§Ún¤£n¥h¬Ý¬Ý¨ì©³¥L̦b°µ¬Æ»ò¡H¡v¦ý¸Ì±°_¤F«Ü¤jªº±Ã¤ã¡C°ó°ó¤@Ó°ê®a±Ð·|ªº¤j¥D±Ð¡A¥u¦³¥L¹ï¤HÁ¿¡A«ç¯àÅ¥¤H©O¡HY³Q¨ä¥L«H®{¬Ý¨£¤F¡A¤S¦³¬Æ»ò«áªG©O¡H¦ý¬O¸tÆF¤£Â_§@¤u¡Aµ²ªG¥LÁÙ¬O¥h¤F¡A§¤¦b±bÁO¸Ì¡F¨º±ßªºÁ¿û¬OÀN´¶ª÷¡C²öº¸«á¨Ó§@¨£ÃÒ»¡¡A¨º¤Ñ±ß¤W¬O¥Lªº¥Í¤é¡A¥D§¹¥þ§â¥L§éªA¤F¡F¨º¤Ñ¦^®a¥H«á¡A¥Lı±o»P±q«e§¹¥þ¤£¤@¼Ë¡A¦]¬°¥L¹J¨£¤F¥D¡C¦Û±q²öº¸´_¿³«á¡A«K¿n·¥§ë¤J³oÓ¶}¦è»E·|¥h¡C¦]¬°²öº¸ªº¾Ç°Ý¤j¡A¸t¸g¼ô¡A©Ò¥H¥L¦b¶}¦è¤j·|¤¤¡A¥i»¡¬O¦bI«áªº´x²ë¤H¡C¤S¦]¬°¥L°Ñ»Pªº½t¬G¡A¶}¦è»E·|ºÖµ¯u²z©MÄÝÆF¥Í©Rªº¤ô·Ç±o¥H¤j¤j´£°ª¡C²öº¸¤]¬OÓ¸Ö¤H¡A¼g¤F«Ü¦h¦³¥÷¶qªº¸Ö¡A¥u¤£¹L¦b´¶³qªº¸Ö¥»¸ÌÃø¥H§ä¨ì¡C²{¦b¤¶²Ð¨ä¤¤ªº¤@º¦p¤U;1.
¶i¨Ó§Ú¥D¡A¤ßªù²{¤w¥þ¶}¡F §ÚÃÑÁnµ¡A§Úª¾¬O§Aµ¥«Ý¡F
¦Û¤vµL¤O¡A§A¤S³Q§Ú¨£¥~¡A ¥¿¬O®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¥D¡A¨D§A¶i¨Ó¡C1. Come in, O
come! The door stands open
now; I know Thy voice, Lord
Jesus, it was Thou. The sun has set
long
since, the storms
begin; ÕTis time for Thee, my
Saviour, O come in!2.
Alas, ill-orderÕd shows the dreary room; The household-stuff lies heapÕd
amidst the gloom, The table empty stands, the couch undressÕd; Ah,
what
a welcome for thÕEternal Guest!3. Yet welcome, and tonight, this
doleful scene Is eÕen itself my cause to
hail Thee in; This dark
confusion
eÕen at once demands Thine own bright
presence, Lord, and ordÕring
hands.4. I seek no more to alter things, or mend, Before the coming of so
great a Friend; All were at best unseemly; and Õtwere ill Beyond all else
to keep Thee waiting
still.5. Come,
not to find, but make this troubled
heart A dwelling worthy of Thee as
Thou art; To
chase the gloom, the
terror, and the sin; Come, all
Thyself, yea come, Lord Jesus,
in!²öº¸¥D±ÐÁöµM¬O¾Ç´I¤¨®ªº¯«¾Ç®a¡A¥L¤£¥u¹ï©ó¸t¸g©Ò±Ò¥Ü¦³Ãö¸t¼äªººØºØ¦³«ÈÆ[ªº»{ÃÑ¡C±q³oº¸Ö¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¥L½T¦³²Ä¤@¤â¯u¹êªº¸g¾ú¡Cªù¿Õ±o¡]Theodore
Monod,
1836-1921¡^ªù¿Õ±o¬O¶}¦è¤j·|Á¿û¤§¤@¡C¥L¦b¬ü°êªº®ÉÔ´¿¬O«ß®v¡A«á¨Ó¦b¤Ú¾¤ªA¨Æ¥D¡C¦bªk°ê¹J¨£¥Öº¸¼»¥v±K´µ¡A²`¨ü¼vÅT¡C©ó¤@¤K¤C¤K¦~°Ñ¥[¤F§ïÅÜ¥L¤@¥ÍªºBroadlands¯S·|¡A¸tÆF©úÅ㪺¦P¦b¡A¤£¥u¶Ê¥Í¤F¶}¦è¤j·|¡A¤]µ¹±Ð·|±a¤FºÃø±oªº¦n¸Ö¡Cì¨Ó¦b¯S·|³Ì«á¤@©]¡A¥L±qÄYµÂªº¨ÍÀ³¥Í±µ¹LÄúÀë¦^¨ì¦Û¤vªº©Ð¶¡¡A´N¼g¤U¤F¤U±¤@ºªº¨Î§@¡G1.
¦óµ¥ºF·\¡A¦óµ¥µh®¬¡A·í§Ú¬y²\·Q·í®É¡A ¦p¦óèµw©Ú¥D²`·R¡A³º´±Åº¶Æ¹ï¥D»¡¡G
±M¬°¦Û¤v¡A¥þ¤£¬°§A¡F±M¬°¤v¡A¥þ¤£¬°§A¡C
³º´±Åº¶Æ¹ï¥D»¡¡G±M¬°¤v¡A¥þ¤£¬°§A¡C1. Oh,
the bitter shame and sorrow, That
a time could ever be, When
I
proudly said to
Jesus, ÒAll of self, and none of
Thee.?ÒAll of self,
and none of Thee,?ÒAll of self, and none of
Thee.?When I proudly said
to Jesus, ÒAll of self, and none of
Thee.?. Yet He found me; I beheld
Him Bleeding on
th?accursed tree, Heard
Him pray, ÒForgive them,
Father!?And my
wistful heart said faintly?ÒSome of self, and some of
Thee!?. Day by day His tender mercy, Healing,
helping, full and free, Sweet
and strong, and, ah!
so patient, Brought me lower,
while I whispered,
ÒLess of self, and more
of Thee!?. Higher than the highest
heavens,
Deeper than the
deepest sea, Lord,
Thy love at last hath conquered: Grant
me now my
supplication?ÒNone of self, and all of Thee!ӨȽ¬¤k¤h¡]Freda
Hanbury
Allen¡^¨È½¬¤k¤h¬O»«¸ô©ö®v¥ÀªºÄÝÆFªº¦P¦ñ¡A¦³¤@¦¸»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¥Í¤éªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¯S§O®Ú¾Ú¸Ö½g²Ä¥|½g¤T¸`¬°®v¥À¼g¤U¤F¤@º¸Ö¡G1.
¡§¤À§O¡¨Âkµ¹¸U¤ý¤§¤ý¡A¦¨¬°¥D©Ò¿ï; ¡§¤À§O¡¨¤£¦A®Ú¯d¦a¤W¡A±q¦¹¤£ÅÊ´Ì¡C4. ¡§¤À§O¡¨§@¤@
µêªÅ¥Ë¾¹¡A³n®z¤S´Ý¯Ê; µM¦ÓÄ_¨©Âæb¨ä¸Ì¡A°ò·þ§@¤@¤Á¡C1. ÒSet apart?- a
chosen vessel To the King of Kings, ÒSet apart? for ever
severed From
all
earthly things.2. ÒSet apart? to bear the feagrance Of His blessed
name, And with Him to share the
sufferings Of
a Cross of shame.3. ÒSet
apart?with him to
suffer OÕer a world undone, And to stand in fiercest
conflict Till the fight be won.4. ÒSet apart? an earthen vessel, Empty,
weak and small, Yet the treasure that it beareth Christ the Lord of
all.¨È½¬ªº¸Öºq¬O¨å«¬ªº¶}¦è¡A¦o¨ä¤¤¼gªº³Ì¦n¡A·í±À¤U±¤@
º¡G¶i¤J¹÷¤º¡AÄ@³oºÖ¤À§A¬ÃÂáA¥Ã»·©~¦í¦Ü°ªªÌÁô±K³B¡F¤͢ºaÁy¡A¦Ü§A¤Ï¬MÍ¢®e¥ú¡A¦Ü§A¥Í©R¦¨Í¢·Rªº¬yÅS¡C
1. ÒWithin the Veil:?Be
this, belovÕd, thy portion, Within the secret
of thy Lord to
dwell; Beholding
Him, until thy face His glory, Thy
life
His love, thy lips
His praise shall tell.2. ÒWithin the Veil,?for
only
as thou gazest Upon the matchless beauty of His
face, Canst
thou become
a living revelation Of His
great heart of love, His untold grace.3.
ÒWithin the Veil,?His
fragrance poured upon thee, Without
the Veil, that
fragrance shed
abroad; ÒWithin the Veil,?His
hand shall tune the
music. Which sounds on earth the praises
of thy Lord.4. ÒWithin the Veil,?
thy spirit deeply
anchored, Thou
walkest calm above a world of strife;
ÒWithin the Veil?thy soul
with Him united, Shall live on earth His
resurrection
life.¨È½¬«D±`¾Õªø¥Î¸t¸g¸Ì¤@¥y¸Ü¡AµM«á±N¥¦µo´§¦¨¬°¤@º¸Ö¡CÁöµM¦p¦¹¡A¥»¸Ö¨S¦³µ¹¤H¦³µü¥y°ï¬ä¦¨ªº·Pı¡Cì¦]¬O§@ªÌ²ßºD»P¥D¥æ³q¡A©Ò¥H¤£¬OµL¯f©D§u¡A¦Ó¬O¯u¹êªº¸g¾ú¡CÁÙ¦³¤@º«ÜÅãµM¬O§@ªÌ®Ú¾Ú²{¦³ªº¸Öºq¦W¦±¼g¦¨ªº¡G¥D¡A§Aª¾¹D©Ò¦³°®´÷¡A¦b³o¤£¨¬´M¨D¤ß¡A§Ú¤ß¸r¼}¦óµ¥²`¨è¡A±©§A¯à¨Ï¤£ÄÈÄD¡C°Æºq¡G¤µ´M¨D¡A¤µ´M¨D¡A½ç§A¸tÆFªº´I¦³¡C1.
Lord, Thou knowest
all the hunger Of the heart that
seeksThee now; How
my soul hath long
been craving What
Thou only canst bestow.Refrain:
Seeking now, seeking
now, Let Thy Spirit meet me now.2. Failure in my
walk
and witness, Failure in my work I
see; Fruitless toil, un-Christlike
living, Calling forth no praise to Thee.3. Now to Thee my soul confesses
All its failure, all
its sin; All
the pride, the self-contentment, All
the Òsecret faults?within.4. Save me from
myself, my Father, From
each
subtle form of
pride; Lead me now
with Christ to Calvary, Show
me I
with Him have
died.5. No more
let it be my working, Nor
my wisdom, love,
or power, But
the life of Jesus only, Passing
through me hour by hour.6.
Let the fullness of
Thy Spirit Resting
on Him cover me, That the
witness borne to
others. May bring glory, Lord, to
Thee.7. Father, in Thy
SonÕs Name, pleading, I believe my prayer is
heard; And I
praise Thee for
the answer, Resting simply on
Thy Word. Refrain: Praising now, praising
now, Thou hast answered,
Lord, I
know!±q³o¤@º·|µo²{§@ªÌ¯u²z²M·¡¡A¸g¾úÂ×´I¡Aªí¹F«D±`Àu¬ü¡C¨È½¬¤k¤hªº¸Öºq±`¨£³Q¤H¤Þ¥Î¡A¦oªº¥t¤@º½×¨ì¦w®§ªº¸Ö¦ü¥G³Ì¨üÅwªï¡A¥i±¤ÁÙ¨S¦³Â½¦¨¤¤¤å¡C1.
ÒBe all at rest,?my soul!
Oh! blessed secret Of
the true life that
glorifies thy Lord; Not always
doth the busiest soul best serve Him, But
he who resteth on
His faithful word.2. ÒBe all at rest!?for rest
is
highest service; To the still heart God doth His secrets tell; Thus shalt
thou learn to wait,
and watch, and labour, Strengthened
to bear, since
Christ in thee doth
dwell.3. ÒBe all at rest,?for rest
alone becometh
The soul that casts
on Him its every care; ÒBe all at rest,?so shall
thy life proclaim
Him A God who
worketh and who heareth prayer.4. ÒBe
all at rest,?so
shalt thou be an answer To
those who question, ÒWho is
God, and where??For
God is rest, and where He dwells is stillness, And
they who dwell in
Him that rest shall share.ºÖ´µ¡]Charles A. Fox,
?-1900¡^¦b¦´Áªº¶}¦è¦~·|¡AºÖ´µ¬OÁ|¨¬»´«ªº¤Hª«¡A¥Nªí¶}¦èªº¸Ö¤H¡C±q¼C¾ô¤j¾Ç²¦·~«á¥Ñ©ó±w¦³¤f¦Y¡A¦³¤HÄU°h¥L¤£n§@¶Ç¹D¡C¨S¦³·Q¨ì¯««oµ¹¥Lª÷¤f¡A¥LªºÁ¿¥xÁ`¬O§â¤H±a¨ìÄ_®y«e¡C
¤@¤K¤C¤E¦~¶}©l°Ñ¥[¶}¦è¡A¬ù¤Q¤K¦~¨S¦³¶¡Â_¹L¡C¥LÅé®z¦h¯f¡AµM¦ÓÁ`¬O¯ºÁyªï¤H¡A¥Rº¡¬¡¤O¡C¦bµó¤W¹J¨£ÂÂÃÑ¡A¥L²ßºD©Ê¬ðµM¹ï¹ï¤è¶}Ãh¤j¯º¡AµM«áµ¹¥L´X¥y±q¸t¸g¨Óªº«G¥ú¡A¨Ï¹ï¤è«H¤ß¤@¾ã¤Ñ³£±oµÛ´_¿³¡C¦³¤H»¡ºÖ´µ¦b¶}¦èªºÃ«§i¡A±aµ¹Å¥²³ªº¾_¾ÙÁÙ³Ó¹L¥LªºÁ¿¥x¡A±N¾ãÓ·|²³´£¤É¨ì¯«ªº¦P¦b±«e¡C
¦³¤H»¡¥L¦³¤@±iÁy§Ï©»¬O¤¥õ¨ì¤F¯«ªºÁy¡IºÖ´µ¦³¤@¥yÄÝÆF¦W¨¥¡G±Ð·|³Ì¯Ê¥Fªº¬O¨â¥ó¨Æ¡G§ó²`ªº¦º©M§óÂײ±ªº¥Í©R¡X§ó²`ªº¦º¨Ó¬¡µÛ¡F§óÂײ±ªº¥Í©R¨Ó¦º¡C¤U±¬O¥L³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¤@º¸Ö¡A¼g©óÁy³¡·P¬V¥Ö½§Àù³ÌµhWªº®ÉÔ¡G1.
Í¢ªº±»ª¤ñ§O¤H¼¬±|¡A§Î®e¤ñ§O¤H¬\º`¡F
µM¦Ó¦b³o¯EÃvªº¦t©z¤¤¡AµL³B¤£±oÍ¢ªº±¥ú´¶·Ó¡F ¦p¦¹Âײ±¡A¦p¦¹º¡·¸¡A³£¬O¨Ó¦Û¨º¼¬±|±»ª¡C2.
®@¡I±Ï¥D°ò·þ¡A§AÁy¤W¨º¨ÇÄ_¨©ªº³Ð¶Ë¡A ¨Ï§Ú³o·L¤£¨¬¹Dªº¶Ë²ª¡AÅܱo§ó¬OµL»ù¡F
±Ð§Ú»P§A¦P¦º¡AI°_§Úªº¤Q¬[¡C6. ¤Ñ¦b©Û©I¡X§Ú·í¦VµÛ¼Ð¬ñ¡A«i©¹ª½«e¡A
n¥h±oµÛ¤Ñ¤W¨Óªº¼ú½à¡A¤£´±°h«á¥bÂI¡F ¬Ýþ¡I¨º¼¬±|ªº±»ª¥¿¦b¶Kªñ¡A¦ñ§Ú¹F¨ì²×ÂI¡C1. Marred
more than any manÕs! Yet thereÕs no place In this wide
universe but
gains new grace Richer and fuller, from that marred
Face!2. O Saviour
Christ! those
precious wounds of Thine Make
doubly precious these poor
wounds of mine; Teach me to die with Thee the death divine;3. All wounds
and woes of earth,
once made Thine own, Add
colour to the rainbow round
the throne, And save from
loneliness saints else alone.4. Pain
trims
the lamps at NatureÕs eventide, Ere the King enters to bring home His
Bride, My King, by suffering perfected and
tried!5. Beloved
ones are
hastening past, and
all The ground is strewn with
blossoms they let fall
In haste to gain
LoveÕs crowning festival.6. Heaven
beckons now--press
me toward the mark Of my
high calling. Hark! He calls! O! hark! That
wounded Face moves
toward me through the dark!°¨§J«Âº¸¡]Mary E. Maxwell,
1837-1915¡^°¨§J«Âº¸¤k¤h¬O¨å«¬ªº¶}¦è¸Öºq§@®a¡A²{¤¶²Ð¨ä¤¤§Ú̫ܼô±xªº¤Gº¡A«K¥i¥Hª¾¹D¨å«¬ªº¶}¦è¸Öºq¬O¬Æ»ò¡C²Ä¤@º¡G¤Q¦r¬[ªº¹D¸ônÄ묹¡An±N¤@¤ÁÄm©ó¯«¡F±N¤@¤Á©ñ¦b¦ºªº²½¾Â¤W±¡A¤õ¤~¦b³o¸ÌÅã²{¡C°Æºq¡G³o¬O¤Q¬[¹D¸ô¡I§AÄ@§_¨«³oÓ¡H§A´¿§_I¤Q¬[¬°§A¥D¡H§A³o©^Äm¤@¤Áµ¹¯«ªº¤H¡I¹ï¯«§A¬O§_¥þs¡HThe
way of the Cross
means sacrifice,As to God you yield your all.To be
laid on the altar,
the place of death Where fire will surely
fall.Refrain:ÕTis the way of the
Cross,Are you willing for this?What does bearing
the Cross mean to
you?You whoÕve given yourself, your all to God,To God
are you wholly
true?¶}¦è¤j·|¦´Áªº®ÉÔ¡A¨C¦~³£³ò¶¦b¤Ó¤j¥DÃD¡G¤@¡B¸o¡F¤G¡B¯«ªº±Ïªk¡F¤T¡B©^Äm¡F¥|¡Bº¡¦³¸tÆFªº¥Í¬¡¡F¤¡B¨Æ©^¡C¨C¦~¦~·|ªºÂ§«ô¤TÁ`¬O¶°¤¤¦b¡u©^Äm¡v³oÓ¥DÃD¤W¡A¥i¥H·Q¹³·í·|²³°Û°¨¤k¤hªº³oº¸Ö®É¡A·|²³±¹ïÄÝÆF¬D¾Ôªº±¡´º¡C¶}¦è¤j·|¸Ö¶°¤¤¦³¤@¤jÃþ¬O¡u©^Äm¡v¡A´X¥G¥þ¬O¤W¿ï¤§§@¡C²Ä¤Gº¡G§Ú¤w±o»XÄ_¦å¬~²b¡A¹Á¹L¤Ñ¤Wªº³ß¼Ö¡F±oµÛ¥Í©R¡A¥Rº¡¸tÆF¡A¦n¨Ï§Ú¦¨§A¹Bªe¡C°Æºq¡G¥D¡A§Ú¤£¹L¬O§A¹Bªe¡A§An¬y¥X§A¥Í©R¡F¨D§A¥Î§Ú¡A¸Ñ¤H°®´÷¡AµL¦³®É¶¡µL¤î¹Ò¡CHow
I praise Thee,
precious Saviour,That Thy love laid hold of me;Thou hast
saved and cleansed
and filled me,That I might Thy channel
be.Refain:Channels
only, blessed Master,But with all Thy wondrous powÕrFlowing
through us,Thou
canst use us EvÕry day and evÕry
hour.³oº¸Ö¬O°¨¤k¤h¤C¤Q¤T·³®Éªº§@«~¡A¤@ÂI³£¨S¦³°h¥ðªº¨ý¹D¡A¬°¥D¦Ñ·í¯q§§¡C¤W±§@ªÌªº¨âº¸Ö³£¬O¥Ñ¤@Ó¤H°t¦±¡A¦±½Õªº§@ªÌ¬O¦N¥¬´µ¤k¤h¡]Ada
Rose Gibbs¡^¡A¶}¦è¹B°Êªº¤@û¡C§È¦U¯S¡]Jean
Sophia Pigott,
1845-1882¡^§È¤k¤h¬O·Rº¸Äõ¤H¡A¦o¦³¦n´Xº¸Öºq¦¬¶°¦b¶}¦è¤j·|¦´Á¸Ö¶°¡mThe Hymns of
Consecration and
Faith¡n¸Ì¡C¦o©ó¤@¤K¤C¤E¦~°Ñ¥[¶}¦è¤j·|¡A¤T¦~«á³Q¥D±µ¥h¡C¤T¤Q¤@·³®É¥¿È¤@¤K¤C¤T¦Ü¤@¤K¤C¤¦~¶¡´_¿³ªº¤õµK¥|³B½¯©µ¡A¥L¼g¤U¤F¤U±¤@º¸Ö¡A¶}¦è¸Ö¶°ªº¥D½sÝ»s¦±James
Mountain¯S§O¬°¥¦ÃФW¤F¦±¤l¡GC¿q¡A§Ú¤µÅwµM¦w®§¦b§A¬O½Öªº¤W±¡C
¦]§A¬X·R§Ú©Ò¯À±x¡A¦óµ¥¼sµLÃä¡F§An§Ú¤§AªººaÁy¡A§Aªº¬üÄRº¡§Ú¤ß¡A§Aªº§ïÅܤj¯à¡A§ïÅܧڦ¨§A½è«~¡C°Æºq¡GC¿q¡A§Ú¤µÅwµM¦w®§¦b§A¬O½Öªº¤W±¡A¡@¡@¡@¦]§A¬X·R§Ú©Ò¯À±x¡A¦óµ¥¼sµLÃä¡C1.
Jesus! I am resting,
resting, In
the joy of what Thou art; I
am finding
out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills
my soul, For
by Thy transforming power, Thou
hast
made me
whole.Refrain: Jesus! I
am resting, resting, In
the joy of what
Thou art; I am
finding out the greatness Of
Thy loving heart.2. Oh,
how
great Thy loving
kindness, Vaster,
broader than the sea; O!
how
marvelous Thy
goodness, Lavished all on me! Yes, I rest
in Thee, Beloved, Know
what wealth of grace
is Thine, Know Thy
certainty of promise, And
have
made it mine.3. Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou
art, And Thy love, so pure,
so changeless, Satisfies
my heart,
Satisfies its
deepest longings, Meets,
supplies its every need, Compasseth
me
round with blessings: Thine is love indeed!3. Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait
for Thee; Resting
Õneath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
EarthÕs dark shadows flee. Brightness
of my FatherÕs glory, Sunshine
of my
FatherÕs face, Keep me ever trusting, resting, Fill me with Thy
grace.´^©g¯S ¡]Lmcy Ann Bennett,
1850-1927¡^¶}¦è¤j·|¦b¶}©lªº¦n´X¦~¡A³£¬O¨Ï¥ÎJames
Mountain ¥D½sªº¸Ö¶°¡mHymns of Consecration and
Faith¡n¡A«á¨Ó©ó¤@¤K¤E¡³¦~ÀN´¶ª÷¤Ò¤H¡]Mrs. Evans
Hopkins¡^¥Xª©¤FÂX¼W¥»¡A¦b×q´Á¶¡¡A´^¤k¤h¬O¦³¤Oªº§U¤â¡A¨ä¸Öºq¤]¦¬¶°¦b×q¥»¸Ì¡A¨ä¤¤ªº¤@º¤¶²Ð¦b¤U±¡G®@¡A¥D¡A¨D§A«ü±Ð§Ú¡A¬°¦ó¤Q¬[°ª¥ß¡A¡u¼~±w¤§¤l¡v¦b±¾µÛ¡A¤â¨¬³Q°vµ´®ð¡H±Ð§Ú¦³¦ó¯àȱo§A¨Ó¬°§Ú¨ü¦º¡H¨s³º§Ú¯àÈ´X¦ó¡H§Ú¦³¤°»ò»ùÈ¡HO
teach me what it
meaneth:That Cross uplifted high,With One, the Man of
Sorrows,Condemned to
bleed and die.O teach me what it cost TheeTo make
a sinner whole;And
teach me, Saviour, teach meThe value of a
soul.¸¯µÜ©i ¡]Emily Mary Grimes,
1864-1927¡^¸¯µÜ©iªº¸Ö«ÜÅãµM¦a«D±`¨üÀN´¶ª÷¤Ò¤Hªº½àÃÑ¡A¦³¦n´Xº¦¬¶°¦b¡mHymns of Consecration and
Faith¡n¸Ì¡A³£¬O¨å«¬ªº¶}¦è¸Öºq¡A¨ä¤¤¤@º¦p¤U¡G1. n«ä·QC¿q¡A¥HÍ¢§@¼Ò«¬¡A¦n¦b§A¨¤WÅã¥XÍ¢ºa§Î¡F
Í¢¤w¸g½ç§A¥Ã»·ªº¥Í©R¡A¨Ã¨Ï§A¨É¨ü´_¬¡ªº¤j¯à¡C1. ÒConsider Him,?let
Christ thy pattern
be, And know that He
hath apprehended thee To
share His
very life, His power
divine, And
in the likeness of thy Lord to
shine.2. ÒConsider Him;?so shalt thou, day by day, Seek out the lowliest
place, and therein
stay, Content to pass away, a thing
of nought, That
glory to the fatherÕs name be brought.3. Shrink not, O child of God, but
fearless go Down into death with
Jesus: thou shalt know The power of an
endless life begin. With
glorious liberty from self and sin.4.
ÒConsider Him,?and thus
thy life shall be Filled with
self-sacrifice and
purity; God will work out in thee the pattern
true, And ChristÕs example
ever keep in view.5. ÒConsider Him,?thy great
High Priest above Is
interceding in
untiring love, And
He would have thee thus within the Vail By
Spirit - breathed
petitions to prevail.6. ÒConsider Him,?and as you
run the race, Keep ever upward looking in
His face; And
thus transformed,
illumined thou shalt
be, And ChristÕs own image shall be
seen in
thee.¦oÁÙ¦³¤@º¦³Ãö©^Ämªº¸Öºq¡A³ôºÙ¦oªº¥Nªí§@¡C¤¶²Ð¦p¤U¡G1.
°í±jªº·R¡A®@¥D¦Ê¯ë¿EÀy¡A§ÏY®ö¼é¬¤´é¨R¿E¤£¤v¡C
¦b§Ú¤ß¤º´M³V¼äªñ¤ô´ë¡A¾î±½½Ñ¯ë»Ùê¡Bªý¶ë¡B¿n²J¡C2. °Z¯à§Ü©Ú·Rªº¨R¿E¤j¯à¡H °Z¯à¤£»¡·Rªº®ö¼é¡A´é¶i¡H
§Ú¥D§Aªº·Å¬X©ºªA§Ú¤ß¡I±q¤µ¥H«á¡A§ÚªA§Aªº«Õ¸T¡I3.
°í±jªº·R§éªA§Úªº¤ÑµM¡A²M°£§Úªº¨C¤@¤ß«äµó¹D¡F ¨Rº°§Ú±¡¡A¯Â²b§Úªº·NÄ@¡AÄ@§A¥Í©R´²§G¨C¤@¶¨¨¤¡I4.
®@Ä@³Q§A§¹¥þ¦û¦³ºÞ²z¡A±q§Ú¬y¥X§Aªº®¦¨å²M·Ë¡F
®@Ä@·R§A§ó²`§ó¤Á¡A®¦¥D¡A¦V·R©}ªA¤@¥Í¡A ª½¨ì¥Ã¥j¡C1. Thy
mighty Love, O God, constraineth me, As
some
strong tide it
presseth on its way, Seeking
a channel in my self-bound
soul. Yearning to sweep all
barriers away.2. Shall
I not yield to that
constraining power? Shall I not
say, O tide of Love, flow in? My
God, Thy
gentleness hath
conquered me, Life
cannot be as it hath hither been.3.
Break through my
nature, mighty, heavenly Love, Clear
every avenue of
thought and brain, Flood
my affections, purify my will, Let
nothing but
Thine own pure life
remain.4. Thus
wholly mastered and possessed by
God, Forth from my life,
spontaneous and free, Shall
flow a stream of
tenderness and
grace, Loving,
because God loved, eternally.µØº¸¹y ¡]W.
Spencer Walton,
1850-1906¡^µØº¸¹y¬O¤@¦ì¤Q¤À¯«¯µªº¸Ö¤H¡A§Ú̹ï¥Lª¾¹Dªº¤£¦h¡C¥L¦³¨âº¸Ö¼s¨üÅwªï¡A©Ò¥H¥Lªº¸Ö¤ñ¥Lªº¦W¦r§óÅT«G¡C¥L¬O¤@¦ì·Pı«D±`²Ó¿°ªº¤H¡A»P¥D¤§¶¡¥æ³qªº¿Ë±K¥i¥H±q¤U¦C¤@º¸Öºq¬Ý¥X¨Ó¡G§A¬O·Rªº·Å¬X®ð®§¡A«ç¯à±N§A§l³z¡IªâªÚ»·³ÓÄÉ»ªáÂO¡A¤S¦p¨SÃĦb§ÚÃh¤¤¡A¤S¹³¤Ñ¤W»Iªo¡I¤S¹³¤Ñ¤W»Iªo¡II
cannot breathe
enough of Thee,O gentle breeze of love;More fragrant
than the myrtle
tree,The Henna flower is to me,The Balm of HeavÕn
above,The Balm of
HeavÕn
above.³o¤@º°£¤F¤å¦rÀu¬ü¤§¥~¡A¥¦ªº¼s¨üÅwªï©M¥¦ªº¦±l«Ü¦³Ãö«Y¡C¨º¦±¤l¬ODallas¯«¾Ç°|³Ð¿ì¤HÁ§¥±ªº¤Ò¤H¡]Mrs. Lewis S.
Chafter¡^©Ò§@¡AÁ§¥±¬O¥q±oºÖªº¾Ç¥Í¡A±q¶}¦è¤j·|¤¤±o¤F·¥¤jªºÀ°§U¡A¤D»P®æ¨½´´¦h°¨¤@¦Pµo°_³Ð¿ì
Dallas¯«¾Ç°|¡A«á¨Ó§¹¦¨¤@³¡¤K¤j¥Uªº¹dµÛ¡m¨t²Î¯«¾Ç¡n¡A³þ©w¤F®É¥N¬£¡]Dispensationalism¡^ªº¯«¾Ç°ò¦¡CµM¦ÓÁ§¥±¹ï©ó¸t¼äªº¬Ýªk«h¬O¶}¦è¤j·|ªºÆ[ÂI¡CµØº¸¹yªº¥t¥~¤@º¸Ö¤]«Ü¦³¦W¡A¦]¬°¤j¦W¹©¹©ªº¤àµn¡]A.
J. Gordon¡^¬°¥¦ÃФF¤@ºÀu¬Xªº¦±¤l¡C
µü»P¦±¦b¤àµn¥h¥@«e¤@¦~¡A¦¬¶°¦b¤àµn©M¥Öº¸»¹¬°®û«H·|©Ò½sªº¸Ö¶°¡mThe Coronation
Hymnal¡n¡C½×¨ì¤àµn¡A¥Öº¸»¹´¿»¡¥L¦b¤µ¤Ñ¦a¤Wµo²{¨â³B³Ì¹³¨Ï®{®É¥Nªº±Ð·|¡A¤@³B¬O¤£¦C´µÅM¼}°Ç©Ò¦bªº±Ð·|¡A¥t¤@³B«h¬Oªi¤h¹y¤àµn³B¡C³oº¸Öªº²Ä¤@¸`¬O³o¼Ëªº¡G§Ú´¿¥Ç¸o¨ì¹½Â¡A·Ð´e©ü¨IY¯f¡FÍ¢¨Ó´M³V±a¦^°é¡A°Ê§@º¡¤F¬X±¡¡C¤d¸U¤Ñ¨Ï¥Rº¡Åw³ß¡A¦]¨£®¦¨å§Æ©_µL¤ñ¡C°Æºq¡G®@¡A³o·R¨Ó´M§Ú¡I®@¡A³o¦å¨ÓÅ«§Ú¡I
®@¡A³o®¦±a§ÚÂkÍ¢¦Ï°é¡A©_§®®¦±a§ÚÂkÍ¢¦Ï°é¡CIn
tenderness He sought me,
weary and sick with
sin;And on His shoulders brought me back to His fold
again.While angels
in His presence sang until the courts of heaven
rang.Refrain:Oh, the
love that sought me!Oh, the blood that bought me!Oh,
the grace that
brought me to the fold,Wondrous grace that brought me to
the
fold.¤àµnÁöµM¦bÃЧ¹³oº¦±¤l«á´NÂ÷¶}¤F¥@¶¡¡AµM¦Ó¯«Âǵ۳oº¸ÖºqÄ~Äò¬@±ÏÆF»î¡AĬ®æÄõºÖµ¨ÏªÌ³Á¶®¦U¦³¹L¤@¬q»P³o¤@º¸Öµo¥Íªº¬G¨Æ¡A«D±`·P¤H¡C³Á¶®¦U¥ý¥Í¦b²î¤W°Ñ¥[¤@¦¸µ¼Ö·|¡A¦]¬°¨S¦³¿ûµ^ªº½t¬G¡A¦³¤H½Ð³Á¥ý¥Í«µ¤p´£µ^¡C³Á¥ý¥ÍÁöµMµªÀ³¤F¡A¦ý¦]¥L¬O¤@ӶǹD¤H¡A¹ï¥@«Uµ¼Ö¤@ÂI¤£¼ô±x¡A¤ß¸Ì«D±`µÛ«æ¡Aµ¥¶}·|®É³s¤H³£µo§Ý¤F¡A¥þ¨¥X¦½¡A¤ß¸Ì¤Á¤Áë§i¡Cµ¼Ö·|¥D®u´£¥X¤@ººq¡A³Á¥ý¥Í³sÅ¥³£¨S¦³Å¥¨£¹L¡A¤£¯à©Ô¡F¥D®u´N°Ý¥L¯à°Û¶Ü¡H
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of deathÑDear Master, is it
spoken Of
the life here, or in the better
land? Nay, wherefore wait? The
vessel marred and broken, Shall now
be
moulded by the
PotterÕs hand.2. Life our
of death - oh, wondrous
resurrection! Seed sown in conscious
weekness, raised in power. Thy
life live
out in days of toil
and friction, ÒNot I, but Christ?in me
- from hour
to hour.3. Life our of
death - a pilgrim path and lonely, Trodden
by
those who glory in
the Cross; They
live in fellowship with Jesus only,
And for His sake
count earthly gain but loss.4. Life
out of death - blest
mission to be
everBearing the living water, brimming oÕer,With life
abundant from the
clear, pure river,Telling that thirsty souls need thirst
no more.³o¤@º¸Öºq¹D¥X¤F¶}¦èªº«H®§¡A¥i¥H§@¬°¶}¦è¸ÖºqªºÁ`¥Nªí¡C
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Mentle¡^©ÒµÛªº¡mBeyond
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Kelly¡^¡A»¡¥LªºÀY¸£¦³¦t©z¨º»ò¤j¡F¦ý¥L¤S¥[¤F¤@¥y¸Ü¡A»¡¡G¡u«Ü¥i±¤¡A³Q¹F¯µ§Ë¤p¤F¡C¡v·íªìªº§Ì¥S̳Q¥D¿³°_¨Ó¡A¬O¬°µÛ¦X¤@ªº¨£ÃÒ¡A¯«½ç¥L̸Ѹgªº®¦½ç¡F¥u¬O«á¨Ó¥L̤¤¶¡°_¤FÄY«ªº¤Àµõ¡AÃø©Ç¥O¤H«Ü¥¢±æ¡C®æ¨½µá¦hº¿¤h«á¨Ó¤]»¡¡A¥L̬O³Ì·|À¼»æªº¤@¯Z¤H¡A¦ý¬O¥L̤]¬O³Ì·|À¼¤H¤ßªº¡C²{¦b§Ì¥S·|¤w¥|¤À¤µõ¤F¡C®É¦Ü¤µ¤é¡A§Ì¥S¹B°Êªº¯«¾Ç¡A¦b¬ü°ê«H¥õ¯Â¥¿ªº°é¤l¸Ì¦¨¬°¨â¤j¥D¬y¯«¾Ç¤§¤@¡A»P§ï²©v¯«¾Ç¥¤À¬î¦â¡C©Ò¥H§Ú̪¾¹D¡A¯«¹ê¦bµ¹§Ì¥S̫ܤjªºÂ×´I¡A±aµ¹¯«ªº±Ð·|·¥¤jªº¼vÅT©MÀ°§U¡C¥LÌ»E·|±q¨Ó¨S¦³¦W¦rªº¡A¦³ªº¦a¤èºÙ§@¡uºÖµ°ó¡v¡]Gospel
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Expository
Dictionary of New Testament
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Spiritual
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the Little
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Darby, 1800-1882¡^¹F¯µ¼g¤F«Ü¦h¸Öºq¡A¤]¥Xª©¤F¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¡mSpiritual
Songs¡n¡A¤×¨äÃö©óÀ¼»æ»E·|¡A¥Lµ¹¤F§ÚÌ´Xº¸Öºq¡A¸Õ¬Ý¨ä¤¤¤@º¡G¤÷ªü¡A¨à¤kºÙ¹|§A¦W¡A¬O¨ü®¦¨åªº±Ð°V¡F§ÚÌÅw¼Ö¡A¦]§A¥Í©R¤w¨Ï§ÚÌÂk¦Ï¸s¡CFather,
Thy name our souls
would bless,As children taught by grace,Lift up our
hearts in
righteousnessAnd joy before Thy
face.¤U±ªº¤@º¸Öºq¡AÙ¬lÁn»{¬°¬O¨â¤d¦~¨Ó©Ò¦³Æg¬ü¸Ö¤¤³Ì¦nªº¤@º¡C²ÓŪ¸Öºqªº¤º®e¡A¨Ã»P¨ä¥LÆg¬ü¸Ö§@¤ñ¸û¡AÃÒ©ú³oÓµû»y¨Ã¨S¦³¸Ø¤j¡C1.
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¸U¸U¤d¤d¥ß§YÅTÀ³¡A©MÁnÃzµo¶ÕµL¶q¡C1. Oh!
the joy of the salvation We
possess around the throne! Countless
thoughts of
admiration, Mingling, leave
that joy but one.2. Hark!
Ten
thousand voices
crying ÒLamb of God!?with one
accord; Thousand
thousand
saints
replying?Bursts at once the echoing chord.3. Long,
with free
and glad devotion, Universal
praise prevails; Till,
blest fruit of deep
emotion, Voice by voice in silence fails.4. Now, in wondrous adoration
Dwelling on His
matchless love, Swayed with
power of that salvation,
Silence fills the
courts above.5. Then, their richest
thoughts
unfolding, Each to
each, with joy divine Heavenly
converse blissful holding,
Tells how bright His
glories shine.6. Some
on GodÕs high glories
dwelling, Brightly
beaming in His face; Some
His first-born greatness telling?
Ordering all things
in their place:7. TheseÑof GodheadÕs counsels deep
Him th?Accomplisher
proclaim; TheseÑhow Jesus?self could
weep, Of
GodheadÕs love the Witness
came.8. All on love surpassing rest, That
clothed in flesh the
great I AM; Till, from one heart,
divinely prest,
Bursts forth at
length the loud exclaim?. ÒPraise the Lamb!?At once
awaking, The gathered hosts their voices throng; Loud and wideÑeach tongue
partaking? Rolls
renewed the endless song.10. Grateful
incense this,
ascending, Rises to the
FatherÕs throne; Every
knee to Christ is
bending; All
the mind in heaven is one.11. All
the FatherÕs counsels
claiming Equal
honours to the Son; All the SonÕs effulgence
beaming?Glory of
His FatherÕs throne.12. By the Spirit all-pervading, Radiant
hosts
unnumberÕd round, Breathing
glory never-fading, Echo
back the blissful
sound.13. Joyful
now the wide creation Rests
in undisturbed repose; Blest
in Jesus?full
salvation, Sorrow now nor thraldom
knows.14. Rich the
streams of bounty
flowing?Common blessings from above, Life
and holy
joy, bestowing? Tell of GodÕs unwearied love.15. Hark! the heavenly
notes again! Loudly swells the air-borne
praise; Throughout
creationÕs
vault, ÒAmen!? ÒAmen!?responsive
joy doth
raise.³oº¸Öºqì§@¦³¤Q¤¸`¡A¹F¯µµ¹¥¦°_¦W¥s°µ¡uµL²×¤§ºq¡v¡]The Endless
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¡]Christ
Church¡^´N¦³¤@¤d¤H»E·|¡C}§J¹ï¥D¹ê¦b¦³»{ÃÑ¡A©Ò¼gªº¸Ö¦h¥b¬OÆg¬ü¸Ö¡C´«¥y¸Ü»¡¡A}§Jªº¸Ö«Ü¹³¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡B³Í§Q¡AÄÝ©ó¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¸ô½u¡C¸Õ¬Ý¨ä¤¤´Xº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤@º¡G¤÷°Ú¡A¤[¦b³Ð¥@¤§«e¡A§A¿ï§ÚÌ¡A·RµL¡I³o·R¥Ì¬ü¡A¿EÀy¡B²`«p¡A§l¤Þ§ÚÌ¿ËC¿q¡FÁ٥ή¦¨å¡AÁ٥ή¦¨å«O¦u§ÚÌ¥ÃéT¡A«O¦u§ÚÌ¥ÃéT¡CFather,
Õtwas Thy love that knew
us,EarthÕs foundation long before;That same
love to Jesus drew
us,By its sweet constraining powÕr,And will keep us,
and will keep
us,Safely now, and evermore.Safely now, and
evermore.³oº¸Öºq¨Ó¨ì¤F¤¤°ê¥H«á¡A«Ü¨ü¦b¤¤°êªº¦è±Ð¤h³ßÅw¡A¦ý¬O¥L̤£ª¾¹D¬O}§J¼gªº¡C«á¨Ó¥L̦^°êªº®ÉÔ¡A§â³oº¸Öºq¤S±q¤¤¤åªºÂ½¦¨^¤å¡C©Ò¥H§Ṵ́۳oº¸Öºq¡An¬Ý¬O¨º¤@Óª©¥»¡F³o¸Ì¦C¥Xªº¬O}§J¼gªºª©¥»¡C²Ä¤Gº¡Gªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü¡A§Ú̲{¦b¡A¦]©^¥D¦W¨ì§A«e¡F§Aªº¨à¤k»E¶°·q«ô¡AÄ@±oÀ³³\ªº®¦¨å¡CÍ¢ªºÄ_¦å¤w¬~§ÚÌ¡A§ÚÌÂÇÍ¢¨Ó±o®¦¡F§AÆF¤w±Ð§Ú̩ӻ{§A¬°ªüª¨ªñ§A¨¡CÒAbba,
Father,?we approach
Thee In our SaviourÕs precious name.We Thy
children here
assembling,Now the promised blessing claim.From our guilt His
blood has washed us,ÕTis thro?Him our souls
draw nigh,And Thy Spirit too
has taught usÒAbba, Father,?thus to
cry.¦´Á§Ì¥S·|ªºÀ¼»æ»E·|¦³¤@Ó¤£¦¨¤åªº²ßºD¡AÀ¼»æªº«e¤@¬q¬OÆg¬ü¥D¡AÀ¼»æ«á«h¶}©l·q«ô¤÷ªº¤@¬q¬°µÛÀ³¥I³oÓ¹ê»Ú¤Wªº»Ýn¡A§Ì¥S¹B°Ê¤¤¦³¤£¤Ö¤H¼g¤F³o¤@Ãþªº¸Öºq¡A³£¬O»¡¨ì§Ú̪º¥D«ç¼Ë¬Oªø¤l²v»â²³¤l¨Ó¨ì¤÷±«e·q«ô¡C¤W±³o¨âº¸Ö´N¬OÄÝ©ó³oÓÃþ«¬ªº¡A¤]¬O¨å«¬§Ì¥S·|ªº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤Tº¡G®@¡A¥DC¿q¡A§Ú¤ß³ß¼Ö¡A¦]§A¬°§Ú©Ò¾ú§¢©V¡A²{¤µ¤w¸g¹L¥h¡F§Aªº¤u§@³£¤w±o³Ó¡A§A¤µ´N¬O§¤¨É¨ä¦¨¡A³Q¯«ºaÄ£°ªÁ|¡CO
Jesus, Lord! Õtis joy to know,Thy path
is oÕer of shame and woe,For us
so meekly trod;All
finished is Thy work of toil,Thou reapest now the
fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our
God.Ãø±o¤@º½×¨ì°ò·þª@¤Ñ±oºaªº¸Öºq¹³³o¤@º¤@¼Ë¡A¤£¥u«ÈÆ[»¡¨ì¦bÄ_®y¤WªººaÄ£¡A¤]»¡¨ì¤µ¤Ñ±Ð·|¦b¦a¤W«ç¼Ë»P¤¸ºÁpµ²¡A¨Ã¥B»¡¨ì±Ð·|ºaÄ£ªº«e³~¡X³Q´£¤W¤É¡C²Ä¥|º¡G¯«ªº¨à¤l¿Ë·R±Ï¥D¡A§A´¿¥Î§AÄ_¦å±ÏÅ«¡A§Ú̲榺©M¸o¡F§Aªº¨à¤kÅw¼Ö¬Ý¨£¡A²{¤µ§AÀ¹ºaÄ£«a°Ã¡A¨Ãµn¤Ñ¤W®y¦ì¡A¨Ãµn¤Ñ¤W®y¦ì¡CO
blessed Saviour, Son
of God!Who hast redeemed us with Thy blood From
guilt, and death,
and shame,With joy and praise, Thy people see The crown
of glory worn by
Thee,And worthy Thee proclaim, And worthy Thee
proclaim.³o¤@º»P«e¤@º¬O¦P½èªº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤º¡GC¿q¡I³o¦W¥i·R¡IC¿q§Ú¥D¡IC¿q¡I¸U¦W¤£¢¡IC¿q§Ú¥D¡I¥D¡A§A§@§Ú¤@¤Á¡A§A¥~§ÚµL°ò·~¡A¦³§A§ÚµL©Ò¯Ê¡AC¿q§Ú¥D¡CJesus,
Thy name I love,
Jesus, my Lord!All other names above,Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, Thou art all to
me!Nothing to please I see,Nothing apart from
Thee,Jesus, my
Lord!±Ð·|¥v¤W½×¨ì¥Dªº¦W¦³³\¦h¸Öºq¡A³o¤@º³ôºÙ¨ä¤¤Ë³Ë³ªÌ¡C²Ä¤»º¡G¥DC¿q¡A·í§ÚÌ·Q¨ì§Aªº¤@¤Á®¦·R¡A§Ú̪ºÆF¬ß±æ³Ì¦n·í±¨£§AÂתö¡CLord
Jesus! when we think
of Thee,Of all Thy love and grace, Our spirits long
and fain would see
Thy beauty face to
face.³o¤@º¥s§ÚÌ·Q°_§Bº¸®³ªº¸Öºq¡A·Pı«D±`ªº¬X²Ó¡AÁöµM¨¦bÃm³¥¡A²´·ú«o¦b¤Ñ¤W¡A¥þ¸Ö¥Rº¡¤F³Q´£ªºÆF¡A¬OÃø±oªº¨Î§@¡C²Ä¤Cº¡A¬O¤@º¨ü®ûªº¸Öºq¡G¥DC¿q¡A§ÚÌ»E¶°¦b§A¹Óªº¥|³ò¡A¤f¤¤ºq°Û¤ßÅw³ß¡A¨£ÃÒ§Aªº§@¬°¡C§Ú̥ΫH¨Ó¸òÀH¡A°lÂܧAªº¹D¸ô¡AÂdzo²øÄY¶ø¯µ¤ô¡A¶i¤J§Aªº¥\¤Ò¡CAround
Thy grave, Lord
Jesus, In spirit here we stand,With hearts all full of
praises To keep Thy
blest command;Our souls by faith rejoicing, To
trace Thy path of love,Down
through deathÕs angry billows, Up to the throne
above.³o¨Ç¸Öºq¹ê¦b«D±`ªº¬ü¡A¦A¤¶²Ð¥t¤@ºÁ¿¥Dªº¥Í¥ªº¸Öºq¡A®£©È«Ü¤Ö¦³¤@º¦PÃþªº¸Öºq¹³¥L¼g±o¨º»ò¦n¡C®@¡A¥D¡A§ÚÌ·Q¨ì§A¦b¥@©Ò¾ú¸ôµ{¡F§A¥H®¦·R¹ï«Ý¸s¾¤¡A¹ï¯«§A¥H©¾¸Û¡CO
Lord, when we the
path retraceWhich Thou on earth hast trod,To man Thy
wondrous love and
grace,Thy faithfulness to
God.¥v§B§J§Ì¥S²Ä¤@¦¸³X°Ý¥xÆW®É¡AÅ¥¨£¤j®a°Û³oº¸Öºq¡A«D±`Åå³Y¡A»¡¡G¡u³oº¸Öºq±q¬Æ»ò¦a¤è¨Óªº¡H¡v¯u§Æ©_¡A¥v§B§J¬J¬O±qÛ´°¨Ó¡A¹ï§Ì¥S·|ªº§@«~¤S«D±`¼ô±x¡A¤]´¿ºÙÆg¹L¥LÌ¡A}§Jªº¸Ö¤£¥i¯à¤£»{ÃѪº§a¡CµM¦Ó¥v§Ì¥S¶¤F¥bÓ¦a²y¡A¨ì¤F¥x¥_¤~»{Ãѳoº¸Öºq¡AºÙÆg³oÀu¬üªº¸Öºq¡CÀj§J¼w¤Ò¤H¡]Lady
Powerscourt,
1800-1836¡^¦b§Ì¥S¹B°Ê¤¤¡A¦³¤@¦ì«Ü«nªº¤Hª«¬OÀj§J¼w¤Ò¤H¡A¦o¬O¦ì¤lÀï¤Ò¤H¡F¤½»{³ÌÄÝÆFªº©j©f¡C¦oÁö¶Q¬°¤Ò¤H¡A¨©~·Rº¸Äõ³£¬fªL¥¥~ªºµØÄR¥j³ù¡A¨äªá¶é¬O¼Ú¬w³Ì¦³¦Wªºªá¶é¤§¤@¡AºÙ§@¡uÀj§J¼wªá¶é¡v¡CÁöµM¦p¦¹¡A¦o«o¥X©ó¦Ãªd¦Ó¤£¬V¡C±§Bªù´¿ÃD¨ì¦o¡F¥L»¡¡G´N§ÚªºÆ[¹î¡AÀj§J¼w¤Ò¤HÄݤѨì¤@Ó¦a¨B¡A¦oªº¸}§Ï©»³£¤£µÛ¦a¦üªº¡C³o©n©fµ²±B¤~¤@¦~¡A¦b¤G¤Q¤T·³ªº®ÉÔ´N¦u¹è¤F¡A«á¨Ó¹J¨£¹F¯µµ¥¤@¯Z§Ì¥S¡A«K±N¥j³ù¨Ñ§Ì¥SÌ»E·|¡C¦´Á§Ì¥S̹ï¸t¸g¹w¨¥ªº«G¥ú¡A³£¬O¦b¦oªº«°³ù¸Ìµoªíªº¡C«á¨Ó¦o»P¹F¯µµo¥Í¤F·P±¡¡A©ó¬O¥LǦb¥D±«e¤@¦P´M¨D¡C´N¥L̪º·P±¡¤Î¨ä¥L¤è±¨Ó»¡¡A¥L̬O¡u¤Ñ§@¤§¦X¡v¡F¥u¬O¹F¯µªº¤ß±¾µÛ±Ð·|¡A¸g±`nÃM°¨»·¦æ¥X¥h¬Ý±æ¸t®{¡A¥Lª¾¹D¥Dµ¹¥Lªº°U¥I¬Onªá§ó¦h®É¶¡¦b¥~±ªº¤u§@¡A¯d¦b®a¸Ìªº®É¶¡«K«Ü¤Ö¡A³o¼Ë¬O¹ï¤£°_©d¤lªº¡F©Ò¥H«K±N¥Lªº»â¨ü§i¶DÀj§J¼w¤Ò¤H¡A¦o¤]±µ¨ü¤F¡C³o¬O¥LǤH¥Í¤¤¤@ӫܲ`ªº¶Ë²ª¡C¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡AÀj§J¼w«K¼g¤F¤@º¸Öºq¡G1.
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still turn to Thee, In
all my hours of
waking thought, Nor let this heart eÕer wish to flee, Or think, or
feel,
where Thou art
not.2. In every
hour of pain and woe, When
nought on
earth this heart can
cheer, When
sighs will burst and tears will flow,
Lord, hush the sigh
and chase the tear.3. In every
dream of earthly bliss,
Do Thou, dear Jesus,
present be; Nor let a thought
of happiness On
earth intrude, apart
from Thee!4. To my last lingering
thought at night, Do
Thou, Lord Jesus,
still be near; And ere the
dawn of opening light In
still small accents
wake mine ear.5. WheneÕer I read Thy sacred
word,
Bright on the page
in glory shine; And let me say, ÔThis precious Lord In
all His full
salvationÕs mine.?. And when before
the throne I kneel,
Hear from that
throne of grace my prayer, And
let each hope of heaven I
feel Burn with the thought
to meet Thee there.7. Thus teach me, Lord,
to look to Thee In every hour of waking thought, Nor let me ever wish to
be, Or think, or
feel, where Thou art
not.Àj§J¼w¤Ò¤H¥u¬¡¤F¤T¤Q¤»¦~¡A´N³Q¥D±µ¥h¤F¡C¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡A¹F¯µªº¦P¤uÃQ®æÄõ¦b½s¿è§Ì¥S·|ªº²Ä¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¡A¥LÌ´N§â¦o³oº¸Ö¡A©M¦o¥t¥~¤@º¸Ö©ñ¦b¸Ö¶°¥¿¿ï¸Öºq¤§«á¡Aªþ¿ý¤§«e¡A§@Ó¬ö©À¡C³o©n©fÁöµM¬¡±o«Üµu¡A¹³Áú¶²ºq©n©f¤@¼Ë¡A¦ý¦o̪º½Tµ¹±Ð·|±a¨Ó«Ü¤jªº¯¬ºÖ¡C§Ú̧ä¨ì¦o¤@¨Ç«H¨ç¡A¤º®e³£¬O«D±`ÄÝÆF¡A¥Rº¡¥D·Rªº¡C¦Û±q¦o»P¹F¯µ¬°¥D¦Ó¨M©w¤À¤â«á¡A¹F¯µ¨C¦¸¥X¥~¤u§@ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤@Ó¤H¦í¦b¤@¶¡¤S¯}¤S¤pªº®ÈÀ]®É¡A¦]¬°«Ü¯h²Ö¡A±`±`·|§â¥LªºÀY®I¦b¨â¤â¤¤¶¡¡A°Û¿à¯S©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¡G¡uC¿q¡A§Ú¤µºJ¤U©Ò¦³¡v¡CÙ¬lÁn½Ķ³oº¸Öºqµo²{ì¤å©Ò¥Îªº®æ«ß¬O8.8.8.8.ªø½Õ¡A¶ñµü·P¨ì§xÃø¡A¤D®Ú¾Ú¸t½Ï¦W¦±Â½Ä¶¡C§¹¦¨¤§«á¡Aµo²{¦¹¦±ªG¯àµo´§¸Ö¤¤¤§·Pı¡A²`¨ü²³¤H©Ò³ß·R¡C¥Ø«e¬y¦æªº^¤åºqµü¨Ã«D¦oªºì¤å¡A¬O±q¤¤¤åªºµü½Ķ¦^¥hªº¡Cì¨Óªº^¤å¸Ö¡A´X¸g¨¯Wµ§ªÌ¤~±q¤@¥»®L´¶±Ð±Â¡]Philip
Schaff¡^©Ò½sªº¸Ö¿ï¤¤§ä¨ì¡C®L´¶±Ð±Â¬O±Ð·|¾ú¥v¾Ç¤j®v¡AµÛ¦³¡m±Ð·|¾ú¥v¡n¤K¤j¥U¡C
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Song¡n¡A¦¬¶°¤F±Ð·|¥v¤W³Ì¦nªº¸Ö¡AÀj¤Ò¤Hªº¸Ö´N¬O¨ä¤¤ªº¤@º¡CÀj§J¼w¤Ò¤Hªº¥t¤@º¸Öºq¡A¤j·§¬O¦o¤V¤Ò³Q¥D±µ¥hªº®ÉÔ¼gªº¡F¨º®ÉÔ¦o«D±`ªºµhW¡A¦o¼g¤U¤F¤U±³oº¸Öºq¡G1.
C¿q¡A§ÚªºWµh¤Ó²`¡A¤£¬O¤H¯à¥®§¡F §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¦p¦ó§i¤H¡A¥uª¾«e¨Ó§i§A¡C5.
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Jesus, my sorrow
lies too deep For
human ministry; It
knows not how to
tell itself To any but to
Thee.2. Thou dost
remember still, amid The
glories of GodÕs throne, The sorrows of mortality, For they were once Thine
own.3. Yes, for as if Thou wouldÕst be God, EÕen in Thy misery, ThereÕs
been no sorrow but
Thine own UntouchÕd by sympathy.4. Jesus, my
fainting spirit
brings Its fearfulness
to Thee, Thine eye at least can
penetrate The
clouded mystery.5. And
is it not enough, enough, This
holy
sympathy? There
is no sorrow eÕer so deep But I may
bring to
Thee.±§Bªù¡]Robert Chapman,
1803-1902¡^§Ì¥S¹B°Ê¤¤¡A±§Bªùªº¯SÂI¬O·R¡C¤@¦¸¡A¦³¤H±q¿D¬w±H«H¨ì^°ê¥h¡A«H«Ê¤W±¥u¼g¡u^°ê¡A·Rªº¤j¾Ç¡ARobert
Chapman¡v¡A³o«Ê«H³ºµM°e¨ì¥L¨º¸Ì¡A¥i¥Hª¾¹D³oÓ¤H«Ü¯S§O¡A´N¬O¶l®t³£¾å±o³oÓ¤H¥Rº¡¤F·R¡C¥L¦ºªº®ÉÔ¡A¨ä¹Ó¸O¼g¤W¡u¯«¬O·R¡v¡A¨Ó°e¸®ªº¤H¦³´X¤d¤H¡A¨ä¤¤¦³ªº¬O¤½²z©v¡A¦³ªº¬O¸t¤½·|¡AÅ㨣¥L¹ê¦b¬O¥Rº¡·Rªº§Ì¥S¡C§Ì¥S·|¥X¤F¤TÓ¥Nªí¤Hª«¡A¤@Ó¬O¹F¯µ¡A¤@Ó¬O¼}°Ç¡]George
Muller¡^¡AÁÙ¦³¤@Ó´N¬O±§Bªù¡C³o¬O¤@¦ìº¡¤F·Rªº§Ì¥S¡A¤S³Q¥D¤j¤j¨Ï¥Î¡C¥L«Üªø¹Ø¡A¦@¬¡¤F¤@¦Ê·³¡A¨ä¯µ³Z¬O¬Æ»ò©O¡H¨C¤Ñ±ß¤WºÎı«e¬~§N¤ô¾þ¡A¦¤W°_¨Ó¬~§N¤ô¾þ¡AµM«á¨B¦æ¥|¤Q^¨½¸ô¡C¥Lªº²ßºD¬O¦b¥D¤éÁ¿¥xªº«e¤@¤Ñ¦b¥Lªº¤u§@«Ç¸Ì±°µ¤ì¦K¡F¥L¬O³z¹L¤ì¤uªº®ÉÔ¨ÓÀq·Q¸t¸g¡C¦³¤@Ó¯u¹êªº¬G¨Æ»¡¡A¨º®É¥L̦b¤@°_»E·|ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦³¤@Ó§Ì¥S¤µ¤£¥þ¡A«o¬O°Û¸Ö¯S§O¤jÁn¡A¥HP§â¤j®aªº§Ô@¤]¥Î¥ú¤F¡C¥L̬ݨ£·Rªº§Ì¥S±§Bªù¦b»E·|¸Ì±¡A¦]¬°·R¬O§Ô@¡A©Ò¥H¤j®a´N«÷©R§Ô@¡C³Ì«á¥ĻÔ@¤£¦í¤F¡A«K¹ï±§Bªù»¡¡G§A¯à¤£¯à·QÓ¿ìªk¥s¥L¤£n¦A°Û¤F¡H±§Bªù¦^µª¥LÌ»¡¡G¡u¦n¡A¦pªG§ÚÌn¨D¥D§ï¥¿³o¥ó¨Æ¡A§AÌnµªÀ³§Ú¡A§A̳£¬°³o¥ó¨ÆÃ«§i¡AµM«á¤UÓ§«ô¡A§Ú¾aµÛ¥Dªº®¦¨å¹ï¥I³o¥ó¨Æ¡C¡v©ó¬O¨ºÓ§«ô¡A¤j®a³£¬°³o¨ÆÃ«§i¡A¨D¥D¥s³o¦ì¤µ¤£¥þªº§Ì¥S¤£nÀH«K°Ûºq¡C±§Bªù¦V¨Ó¦p¦¹¡A¥Lº¡¦³·R¤ß¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº·R¬O«Ü¦³ì«hªº¡C¤@Ó§«ô«á¡A¨ì¤F¥D¤é¡A«Ü§Æ©_¡A¥Dµ¹¥L´¼¼z¡A¥L´N§¤¦b¨º¦ì§Ì¥S®ÇÃä¡A»P¥L¤@¦P°Û¸Ö¡C¥L³o»ò¤@§¤¡A¨º¦ì§Ì¥S´N°Û¤£¥X¨Ó¡A¾ãÓ»E·|ªºÁnµ¤]´N§ï¹L¨Ó¤F¡C±§Bªùªº¥Í©R¦]¬°¥Rº¡·R¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº·R¬O¦³¥D¦b¨ä¤¤¡A©Ò¥H¦b§Ì¥S¤Àµõªº®ÉÔ¡A¥u¦³¥L¯à°÷³d³Æ¹F¯µ§Ì¥S¡C¨º®É¡A¹F¯µ©M¤û¹y¡]Newton¡^¤À¶}¤F¡A¨º¤@¦¸ªº¿ù¤£¦b¹F¯µ¡A¥u¬O¹F¯µ§Ô@¤£¨¬¡Aµ¥¤£¤Î¤F¡A´N©M¥t¥~¤@¯Z§Ì¥S¥X¥h»E·|¡C±§Bªù¨Ó³d³Æ¥L¡C¹F¯µ¹ï¥L»¡¡G¡u§Ú¤w¸gµ¥¤F¤»Ó¤ë¡C¡v±§Bªù¦^µª»¡¡G¡u¦pªGnµ¥¤»¦~¡A§A³£À³¸Óµ¥¡C¡v¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¹F¯µ«Ü¨ØªA±§Bªù¡A´¿¦³«Ü¦h¤HÁ¿±§Bªùªº¶¢¸Ü¡A¹F¯µ¬°¥LÅGÅ@¡A¹ï¨º¨Ç¤H»¡¡G¡u§Ú̳o¨Ç¤H¾ã¤Ñ¥u¦b½Í½×»P°ò·þ¤@¦P§¤¦b¤Ñ¤W¡A¦Ó§Ú̪º§Ì¥S±§Bªù«o§¤¦b¨º¸Ì°Ú¡C¡v
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condemnation!?precious
word!Consider it, my soul!Thy sins were all on
Jesus laid,His
stripes have made thee whole.ÀN¹y¡]Richard Holden,
?-1886¡^ÀN¹y¥»¬O^°ê¸t¤½·|¤@¦ì¸t«~¤H¡A«á¨Ó¥Dµ¹¥L«G¥ú¡A¥L´N°Ñ¥[§Ì¥S·|¡A¦¨¬°§Ì¥S¹B°Êªº¤@û¡C¦A«á¨Ó¥D¥´µo¥L¨ì¸²µå¤ú¥h¡A¦b¨º¸Ì¬°¥D¤u§@¡C¯«ªº°ò·þ¡AºaÄ£ªº¥D¡A§Aªº¤ß·O¡A§A®¦·s¡I§Ú̲{¦b¥þ¤ßÁ¥ñ¡A¨ì§A±«e¨Ó´ÂÂÑ¡F§Ú·q«ô§A¡AÆg¬ü§A¡X§Aªº¹D¸ôµL¥i¤ñ¡I
Lord of glory, we
adore Thee!Christ of God, ascended high!Heart and
soul we bow before
Thee,Glorious now beyond the sky;Thee we worship, Thee
we praise,Excellent
in all Thy ways.±K¼wÄõ¡]Albert Midlane,
1825-1909¡^±K¼wÄõ¬OÓ°Ó¤H¡A±q¨Æ¿ûÅK·~¡A¤]¬O¤@Ó¦a¤è±Ð·|ªºt³d§Ì¥S¡C¥L¼gªº¸Öºq¤ñ¹F¯µ©M}§Jªº¸Öºq¡A§ó¨ü§Ì¥S©n©fÅwªï¡C¦b§Ì¥S·|¤¤¶¡¦³¤@Ó¯SÂI¡A¥L̫ܦh¬O¤j¾Çªº±Ð±Â¡A¬O°Ó¤H¡F¦ý¸g°Óªº§Ì¥S³£ª¾¹D¥L̰µ¥Í·N¤£¬O¬°µÛ¦Û¤v¡A¤D¬O¬°µÛªA¨Æ¥D¡C©Ò¥H¡A¦b¤½¶}§Ì¥S·|¸Ì±¡A¥Ḻq¨Ó¤£¶Ò®½¡A¤£¶Ò´Ú¡A¥u¥õ¿à¥D¨ÑÀ³¥LÌ¡Cì¦]³o¨Ç³Q¥D¨Ï¥Îªº§Ì¥S¡A³\¦h¬O¦³Â¾·~ªº¡A¥L¦pªG¬O±Ð®v¡A¥L¬O¬°¥D±Ð®Ñ¡F¥L¦pªG¬O°µ¥Í·N¡A¥L¤@©w¬O¬°¥D°µ¥Í·N¡C¦³¤@Ó§Ì¥S¡A¦W¥s±K°Ç¡]Andrew
Miller¡^¡A¬O¶}¦L¨ê¼tªº¡A¦ý¥L«Ü·R¥D¡A«Ü¦³°l¨D¡A«á¨Ó¼g¤F¤@¥»¡m±Ð·|¾ú¥v¡n¡C¦³¤H»{¬°³o¥»¡m±Ð·|¾ú¥v¡n¬O©Ò¦³±Ð·|¾ú¥v¸Ì±¡A³Ì¦X¥G¸t¸gªº¤@¥»¡C°£¦¹¤§¥~¡A¥LÁÙ¼g¤F¤@¥»¡mÀq·Q¶®ºq¡n¡C³o¥i¥Hª¾¹D§Ì¥S·|ªº¯SÂI¦b¨º¸Ì¡A´N¬O³ÌÀ´±o¸t¸gªº¤H¤£¤@©w¬Oªª®v©M¶Ç¹D¡A¤@¯ëªº¥«H®{¦P¼Ë¦³¥i¯à¦³³o¼Ëªº³y¸Ú¡C©Ò¥H¡A¦b§Ì¥S·|¸Ì±¡A¨º¨Ç»â³S̫ܦh¬O°Ó¤H¡B¼t®aµ¥µ¥¡A¥ḺN«Ü¦h¶Ç±Ð¤h®t¨ì¥@¬É¦U¦a¥h¡A¸g¶O¬O¥Ñ³o¨Ç§Ì¥S̤ä«ùªº¡C¬ü°êªºChristian
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He could not save,He
on the cross must die, Or mercy could not comeTo
ruined sinners
nigh;Yes, Christ, the Son of God, must bleed,That sinners
might from sin be
freed,That sinners might from sin be
freed.²Ä¤Gº¡A¬O³\¦h°ò·þ®{«Ü³ß·Rªº¤@º¸Ö¡G´_¿³§A¤u§@¡A¥D¡I¦V§A¸t®{Åã²{¡F¨D§A¥ÎÅvµo©R¡A³dÄþ¡AÅý§A¨¨àÀËÂI¡C°Æºq¡G´_¿³§A¤u§@¡A¥D¡I§Ú̲{¤µµ¥Ô¡F¦ýÄ@¥¿·í§ÚÌÁ¥ñ¡A§A´NÅã²{¯à¤â¡IRevive
Thy work, O Lord!Now
to Thy saints appear!Oh, speak with powÕr to evÕry
soul, And let Thy
people hear!Refrain:Revive Thy work, O Lord!While
here to Thee we
bow!Descend, O gracious Lord, descend!Oh come, and bless
us
now!³oº¸Öºqªº½Õ¤l©M¤s©_¡]Sankey¡^¦³Ãö¡A¤s©_¬O©M¼}}°t·f¶ÇºÖµ¡A¼}}Á¿¹D¡A¤s©_»â°Û¸Ö¡C·í®É¦³¤@Ó«Ü·|§@¦±ªº§Ì¥S¦h®¦¡A§@¤F«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªººq¦±¡A©Ò¥H¤s©_½Ð¦h®¦¬°³oº¸ÖºqÃФW¦¨¦±¤l¡Cì¤å¨S¦³°Æºq¡A¬O¤@¦ì½M²´ªº¤k¸Ö¤H¬_ù´µ¨õ¡]Fanny
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Is not thine a
captured heart? As
the fairest of thousands own Him,
Joyful choose the
better part!2. Idols, once
they won thee, charmed thee,
Lovely things of
time and sense; Gilded thus
does sin disarm thee,
Honeyed lest thou
turn thee thence.3. What
has stript the seeming beauty
From the idols of the
earth ? Not
the sense of right or duty, But
the
sight of peerless
worth.4. Not
the crushing of those idols With
the
bitter void and
smart, But the beaming
of His beauty The
unveiling of His
heart.5. Who extinguishes their taper Till they
hail the rising sun? Who
discards the garb of
winter Till
the summer has begun?6. ÕTis that look
that melted Peter, ÕTis that face that
Stephen saw, ÕTis that heart
that wept with Mary,
Can alone from
idols draw;7. Draw,
and win, and fill
completely, Till the cup oÕerflow the brim, What have we to do with
idols Who have companied with
Him?±q¤¤¤å¬Ý¡A³\¦h¤H³£¥H¬°¥¦¬O¤¤¤å³Ð§@ªº¸Öºq¡A¦]¬°Ä¶±o«Ü¬ü¡A°Ûªº®ÉÔ¡A®Ú¥»¤£·|ı±o¥¦¬O¤@ºÂ½Ä¶¸Öºq¡Aì¨Ó³oº¸Öºq¬OÙ¬lÁn½Ķªº¡C¥Ñ©óì¤å®æ«ß¯¶¤p¡A¯à¶ñ¼gªº¦r¼Æ¤£¦h¡A©Ò¥HÙ§Ì¥S´N§ï¥t¤@Ó¤j®a¤ñ¸û¼ô±xªº¦±½Õ¡A¦A®Ú¾Úì¤å¶ñµü¡C³o¦ì§@ªÌ¡A§Ú̹ï¦oª¾¹D±o¤£¦h¡A¦o©Ò¯dµ¹§Ú̪º´N¬O¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¡A¸Ì±¦³«Ü¦h«D±`¦nªº¸Öºq¡Cù¨Z¤k¤hªº¸Ö¦³´X¤À«Ü¹³«Å±Ð¤h¤Ú¤p©j¡]Elizabeth
Fischbacker¡^ªº¸Ö¡C¤Ú¤p©j¤]¬O¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡A¼g¤F«Ü¦hªº¸Öºq¡C¦]¬°¤Ú¤p©j«Ü·R¥D¡A©Ò¥H¦o¼g§¹¸Öºq«á¡A³£§â¥¦¼¹±¼¡F¦ý·PÁÂ¥D¡A§Ú̳̫áÁÙ¬O±o¨ì¤F¦o©Ò¦³ªº¸Öºq¡Cù¨Z©n©fªº¸Ö©M¦oªº¸Ö¦³¤@Ó¬Û¦üªº¦a¤è¡A´N¬O¦o̪º¸t¸g«D±`¼ô¡A¦p¤W¦Cù¨Z¤§¸Öºq¡A¬Ý¥X¬O®Ú¾Ú¦ó¦èªü®Ñ©Ò¼g¡A¸Ì±ªº·Pı¤S«D±`ªº¬X²Ó¡C¥d¾|ªÙ¡]A.
Carruthers,
1860-1930¡^¥d¾|ªÙ¤]¬O§Ì¥S·|¸Ì±¤@Ó¯«¯S§O¨Ï¥Îªº§Ì¥S¡A¤×¨ä¦b¸Öºq¤W¡Aµ¹±Ð·|«D±`¤jªº°^Äm¡C§ÚÌ¥ý¤¶²ÐÃö©ó¥L·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡F·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¨Ã¤£¦h¡AÄY®æ»¡¨Ó¡A¥u¦³§Ì¥S·|¤~ª`·N·q«ô¤÷¡A¦³³oÃþ¸Öºq¡Aì¦]¦b¨º¸Ì¡H·íªì¹F¯µµ¥§Ì¥S³Q¥D¿³°_¨Ó¡AÀ¼»æ»E·|ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥LÌ¥uª¾¹DÀ³¸Ó«Ü³æ¯Âªº¦b¤@°_»E·|¡A«o¤£ª¾¦p¦ó¥hÀ¼»æ¡A¦]¬°¸t¸g¨S¦³§i¶D§ÚÌ«ç»òÀ¼»æ¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¸t¸g±q¨Ó¨S¦³§i¶D§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó«ç»òÀ¼»æ¡A¥u»¡¥DC¿q·íªì«ç¼Ë³]¥ßÀ¼»æ¡C©Ò¥H¥LÌ´N°Ý¡A¨ì©³¯«ªº¨à¤k¦b¤@°_À¼»æ¡AÀ³¸Ó°µ¨Ç¬Æ»ò¡H¨º·íµM¦b¤@°_»E·|¡G¡u§AÌ·í¦p¦¹¦æ¡A¬°ªº¬O°O©À§Ú¡C¡v±q¥Dªº§h©J¸Ì¡A¦n¹³³o¤@Ó»E·|¤£À³¸Ó¦³¤Ó¦hªº¬è¨D¡AÀ³¸Ó³£¬O·PÁ¡F¦b³oÓ»E·|¸Ì±¡A§Ú̬ƻò³£¤£°µ¡A´N¬O§â§Ú̪º¸ÖºqÄmµ¹¥D¡A©Î¥iŪ¤@¬q¸t¸g¡C¸t¸g¤S»¡¥DC¿q³]¥ß±ßÀ\¥H«á¡A«K»Pªù®{¤@°_©¹¾ñÆV¤s¥h¡C¾ñÆV¤s¬O¬Æ»ò¦a¤è¡H´N¬O¤@¦V¥H¨Ó¥DC¿q´Â¨£¤÷ªº¦a¤è¡C¦¹¥~§Æ§B¨Ó®Ñ¤S»¡¡Aªø¤ln²v»â§Ṳ́@¦P¶i¨ìºaÄ£¸Ì±¥h¡F¸Ö½g¤G¤Q¤G½g¤S§i¶D§ÚÌ¡AÍ¢¬O¦b·|¤¤¡A¦n¹³»âµÛ§Ṵ́۸֤@¼Ë¡C§Ì¥SÌ´N§â³o¨Ç¸t¸g©ñ¦b¤@°_¡A¤@¦P´M¨D¡Bë§i¡A³Ì«á§@¥Xµ²½×¡G¦pªG¸tÆF¤Þ¾É§ÚÌ¡A¨º¦ÛµM¦bÆg¬ü¥D¤§«á¡AÀ³·í¬O·q«ô¤÷¡C·í§ÚÌÀ¼¤F»æ¡A¶¼¤FªM¡A°O©À¥D¥H«á¡A©úÅ㪺¬O¥D²{¦bn²v»â§Ų́ì¤÷¨º¸Ì¥h¡A¦V¤÷·q«ô¡C©Ò¥H¥ĻâÀ¼»æ»E·|¤À§@¨â¬q¡A²Ä¤@¬q¬O·q«ôÆg¬ü¥D¡A²Ä¤G¬q¬O·q«ô¤÷¡C¬G¦¹¦b§Ì¥S·|¸Ì±¡A¤~¦³·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡C¦b¨ä¥LI´ºªº»E·|¡A¨S¦³³o¥ó¨Æ¡A¤]¤£»Ýn³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¡A³£¬O¤@¯ë©Ê¡BÁ¿¨ì¯«ªº¸Öºq¡A¨S¦³«ÂI»¡¨ì¤÷ªº¡A¦p¡u¸t«v¡I¸t«v¡I¸t«v¡I¡v¡A³£¬O¤@¯ë©ÊÁ¿¨ì§Ú̪º¯«¡C·q«ô¤÷¬O§Ì¥S̩Ҭݨ£ªº¡A¦]¦¹¼g¤F«Ü¦h·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡C¹³¤W±´£¤Îªº}§J§Ì¥S¡A¼g¦³·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡A²{¦b¥d¾|ªÙ§Ì¥S¡A¯«¤]·P°Ê¥L¼g¤F³oº·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡G1.
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»PÍ¢¦P¨É§A³o·R¡A¦P¨ü§Aªº®¦Ãd¡C1. We bless Thee, God and Father, We joy
before Thy face; Beyond dark death forever, We
share Thy SonÕs blest
place. He lives a Man before Thee, In
cloudless light above, In Thine
unbounded favor, Thine everlasting love.2. His Father and our Father, His
God and ours Thou
art; And He is Thy
Beloved, The gladness of
Thy
heart. WeÕre His, in joy He brings us To share His part and place, To know
Thy love and favor, The shining
of Thy face.3. Thy
love that now enfolds
us Can neÕer wax cold or dim; In
Him that love doth center, And
we are
loved in Him. In Him Thy love and glory Find their eternal rest; The
many sons-His
brethren- In Him, how near,
how
blest!Á¿¨ì·q«ô¤÷ªº¸Öºq¡A«Ü¤Ö¹³³oº¤@¼Ë¡C³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¡A¤£¬O©Ò¦³¤H³£¯à¼g¡F¦]¬°¥D¦b³o¦ì§Ì¥S¨¤W§@¤F¯S§Oªº¤u§@¡A©Ò¥H¥u¦³¥L¯à°÷§â¨º²Ó¿°ªº·Pı¼g¥X¨Ó¡C§Ú¤¶²Ð³oº¸Öºq¡A¥Øªº¬On¤Þ¨ì¥L¥t¥~¤@º¸Öºq¥h¡C¥Dµ¹¥L³o¥t¤@º¸Öºqªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¿¬O¥Lªºªø¤l³Q¥D±µ¥h¶Ë¤ß¤§®É¡C¥L»¡¡G1.
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§Únºq°Û³o·R¡A³o·R¥Ã¤£°I´Ý¡F ¬O·R½ç§Ú¥ÀR¡A·q«ô§Aªº¹D¸ô¡C1. In
goodness givest Thou,
in goodness takest; Who know
Thy heart, O God, can trust Thy hand.
Wisely the vase Thou
mouldest, wisely breakest; To
trust is ours, Õtis
Thine to
understand.2. Our
Father, Thy great love the cross hath told us;
We know not all Thy
way, but Thee we know. Thou gavÕst Thy Son; no good
wilt Thou withhold
us; ÕTis love that lifts us
up, that lays us low.3.
Not in the boons
wherewith Thy good hand blesses We
rest, here or in
Heaven: our homeÕs Thy heart! Yet here, as there,
wise love all power
possesses; And all
Thou dost is love, for love Thou art.4. Not
now Thy
heart its purpose
for us reaches; Another day is ours,
another place; Now
loveÕs deep wisdom
disciplines and teaches; Then
Thou shalt rest, and
we see face to
face.5. All the vast
course of things loveÕs plan is
serving- Day, night; life, death; what men call good and
ill; With power
untiring, purpose
never swerving, Thou workest out Thy
good and perfect
will.6. All things are Thine, all ours, now and
for ever; Complex Thy
work, but simple is
Thy love, Well
known though passing knowledge,
failing never; O peace and joy, and praise, here
and
above!¯«¬°¬Æ»òµ¹§Ú̳oº¸Öºq©O¡H¦n¹³±q¨S¦³¤@Ó¤H¯à¶i¨ì¨ºÓ¸Öºq·P±¡¸Ì±¡Aª½µ¥¨ì¯«§â¥Lªºªø¤l±µ¨«¤F¡A¤÷¿Ëªº¤ß§¹¥þªíÅS¥X¨Ó¡C¦]µÛ¥L§@¹L¤÷¿Ë¡A¥L¥¢¥h¥Lªº¨à¤l¡A¥L´N¯à°÷»â·|§Ú̪º¯««ç¼Ë§âÍ¢ªº¨à¤l±Ë¥h¡C¾¾¡A¤@º¤Q¤À¬üÄRªº¸Öºq¡I§Ṳ́µ¤Ñ±o¤F³o»ò¤jªº±Ï®¦¡A´N¬O¦]¬°¯«ªº¨à¤l¬°§Ṵ́v¦b¤Q¦r¬[¤W¡F¦¹¥~¡A¸tÆFµ¹§Ú̳\¦hÄ_¨©ªºªF¦è¡A³£¬Oªá¤F«Ü°ªªº¥N»ù¡C¨©¨Z¡]Emma
Frances Shuttleworth
Bevan,
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Friends of
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Tanler¡^¡A¤@Ó¬OĬ·æ§Ì¥S¡]Suso¡^¡FÁÙ¦³¤@Ó¬O¥ì¥d¯S§Ì¥S¡]Meister
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in heaven hath a
treasure, Riches none may count or tell;Hath a deep
eternal pleasureÑChrist the Son, He
loveth well.God hath here on earth a
treasure,None but He
its price may knowÑDeep, unfathomable
pleasure,Christ
revealed in saints
below.³oº¸Ö¯u²z·Ç½T¡A·Pı±y¬ü¡A±N«Oùªº¸g¾ú¡AÄ_¨©«ç¼Ë¦b¥Ë¾¹¸ÌªººØºØ¡A´y¼gªº²OºvºÉ½o¡CÁöµM¬Oµuµuªº¥|¸`¡A¨C¤@¸`³£¬O°{±oµo«Gªºª÷¤l¡C²Ä¤Gº¡G1.
®@¡A¦bºaÄ£¸Ìªº°ò·þ¡A¤w±N§Ú¤ß¥þ·Ó«G¡F «D¹³·L¬P·t¤¤¥úÅU¡A¤D¬O©ú¥ú³Ó¤Ó¶§¡C
¦a¤W¥þ¬O¶Â·t¡A³±¼v¡AµL¦ó¯à¥H±o§Ú¤ß¡A
±©Í¢©Ò¦æÁ}W³~®|¡Aȱo§Ú¤ß¨ÓÄ_¬Ã¡C1. I was
journeying in the noontide, When His
light shone oÕer my road?
And I saw Him in
that glory? Saw
HimÑJesus, Son of God. All
around, in
noonday splendour, Earthly
scenes lay fair and bright? But
my eyes no
longer see them For the glory of that light.2. Others, in the summer
sunshine, Wearily
may journey on? I have seen a
light from heaven, Past
the brightness of
the sun; Light
that knows no cloud, no waning, Light
wherein I see His
face? All His loveÕs uncounted treasures, All
the
riches of His
grace.3. All the wonders
of His glory, Deeper
wonders of
His love; How
for me, He won, He keepeth, That
high place in heaven
above. Not a glimpseÑthe veil uplifted? But within the veil to dwell,
Gazing on His face
for ever, Hearing
words unspeakable.4. Marvel
not
that Christ in glory
All my inmost
heart has won; Not
a star to cheer my
darkness, But a light
beyond the sun. All
below lies dark and
shadowed, Nothing
there to claim my heart, Save
the lonely track of sorrow,
Where of old He
walked apart.5. I have
seen the face of Jesus? Tell
me
not of aught beside; I have heard the
voice of Jesus? All my soul is
satisfied. In the
radiance of the glory, First
I saw His blessed face,
And for ever shall
that glory Be my
home, my dwelling-place.6.
Sinners, it was not
to angels All
this wondrous love was given, But to
one
who scorned,
despised Him, Scorned
and hated Christ in heaven. From
the
lowest depths of
evil, To the throne in heaven
above, Thus in me
He
told the measure Of His free, unbounded
love.³oº¸Öºqªº¤¤¤å͵üªº²Ä¤@¸`¬Oì¤åªº²Ä¥|¸`¡A²Ä¤G¡B¤T¸`»Pì¤å¬Û¦P¡A²Ä¥|¸`¬Oì¤å²Ä¤¸`¡C¦b±Ð·|¥v¤W¡A¤]³\³o¬O´y¼g«Où¦b¤j°¨¦â¸ô¤W¹J¨£¥Dªº¤ß¸ô¾úµ{³Ì¦nªº¤@º¸Ö¡C¥Ñ©ó¤¤¤å͵ü¬O¹ïì¤å±Ùº¥h§Àªºµ²ªG¡AY¯à²Ó½Íì¤å¡A¥²©wÀò¯q¤£¤Ö¡C¥D¦b¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¦³«Ü¤jªº¤u§@¡AÍ¢¦b²Ä¥|±ø½u¤W¡AÂǵ۶}¦è¤j·|©M§Ì¥S¹B°Ê§â§ó¦hªºÂ×´I½àµ¹Í¢ªº±Ð·|¡C¦ýÄ@§Ú̦VµÛ¾ãÓ°ò·þªº¨Åé¬O´¯¶}ªº¡A·R©Ò¦³¯«©Ò·Rªº¡A±µ¯Ç©Ò¦³¯«©Ò±µ¯Çªº¡C9¬ü°ê¥j¨å¬£¸Öºq¡u¤j«v¡I·q°@ªº¶ø¯µ¡AµL¤H¤£¥H¬°µM¡A´N¬O¡G¯«¦b¦×¨Åã²{¡A³Q¸tÆFºÙ¸q¡A³Q¤Ñ¨Ï¬Ý¨£¡A³Q¶Ç©ó¥~¨¹¡A³Q¥@¤H«HªA¡A³Q±µ¦bºaÄ£¸Ì¡C¡v¡]´£«e¤T16¡^À´¸t¸gªº¤H³£ª¾¹D¡A³o¤@¬q¨ä¹ê¬O¤@º¸Ö¡A©Ò¥H¦´Á±Ð·|¦³«Ü¦h«Ü¦hªº¸Ö¡C·í«Où¼g´£¼¯¤Ó«e®Ñªº®ÉÔ¡A¥LÂ÷¶}¬°¥D®î¹D¤w¸g¤£»·¤F¡F¨ºÓ®ÉÔ¡A¥j±Ð·|¤w¸g¦³«Ü¦h³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¬y¶Ç¤U¨Ó¡A©Ò¥H¦³¤H»{¬°«Où¦b³o¸Ì©Ò¤Þªº³o¤@¬q¡AÀ³¸Ó¬O¨ºÓ®ÉÔ°ò·þ®{¤w¸g¦³ªº¸Ö¡C©Ò¥H¡A§ÚÌnÁ¿¸Öºqªº²W·½¡An°lÂܨì³Ì¦ªº¸Ö¡A¨º´N¬O¸t¸g¸Ì±ªº¤@¨Ç¸Ö¡A¤×¨ä¬O¦b·s¬ù¸Ì±¡C·íµM¦b±Ò¥Ü¿ý¸Ì±¡A§ÚÌ¥i¥H§ä¨ì«Ü¦h³o¼Ëªº¸Ö¡C¦b§Ì¥S·|©M¶}¦è¤j·|¥H«á¡An¤¶²Ðªº¬O¬ü°ê¸Öºq¡A¤]¥]¬A¥[®³¤j¦b¨ä¤¤¡C¦]¬°¨S¦³®É¶¡±N¨ä²M·¡¤À§O¡A¤S¦]¬°¦³¨Ç¸Ö¤H¡A¹³«Å«H¤@¥b¬O¬ü°ê¡A¤@¥b¬O¥[®³¤j¡C¬G¦¹¡A±N¥[®³¤jªº§@«~¥]¬A¦b¬ü°ê¤¤¡C¬ü°êªº¸Öºq¾ú¥v¬O¿W¯Sªº¡A¦³¥¦¿W¯Sªº°^Äm¡C¦b¤Q¤K©M¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¡A¯«¦b^°êµ¹¤F§Ų́º¨ÇÄ_¶Qªº¸Öºq¡AµM¦Ó¦b¬ü°ê¡A¥D¤]§@¤F¤@¨Ç¤u§@¡A¤@±©µÄò¯«¦b^°ê©Ò§@ªº¡A©Ò¥H¯à§ä¨ì¦b¨º¥D·F½u¤Wªº¤@¨Ç¸Ö¡A§Ú̺ٳo¨Ç¸Öºq¬°¡u¥j¨å¬£¸Öºq¡v¡C¦ý¦P®É¡A¯«¦b¬ü°ê§@¤F¤@¥ó¨S¦³¦b^°ê§@¹Lªº¨Æ¡XºÖµ¸Öºq¡A«á¨Ó¥D±N¬ü°ê³o¤u§@¶Ç¦^^°êªº®ÉÔ¡A«o¨ü¨ì«Ü¤jªºªý¤O¡A¥L̤£±µ¨ü¨Ó¦Û¬ü°êªººÖµ¸Öºq¡FµM¦Ó¸tÆF¤£Â_¦a¤u§@¡A¬ü°êªº¸Öºq¤]¦¨¤F±Ð·|ªº°]²£¡C¬ü°êªº¾ú¥v«Ü²L¡A©Ò¿×¥j¨å¡A¬O«ü¤Q¤K¡B¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¡B¸òÀH^°ê¥D¬yªº§@«~¡C¬IÒ\¡]Harriet
Beecher Stowe,
1812-1898¡^¬IÒ\¤k¤h¦b¬ü°ê±d¦{Connecticut¥X¥Í¡A¤÷¿ËBeecher¬O¤@¦ì«Ü¦³¦Wªº¶Ç¹D¤H¡A¦b¤@Ó¯«¾Ç°|±Ð®Ñ¡C¦oªø¤j«á¡A¶ù»P¯«¾Ç°|¤@ӱбÂMr.
Stowe¡A¦o¦Û¤v«á¨Ó¤]¦b¤j¾Ç¸Ì±±Ð®Ñ¡A¨Ã¼g¤F¤Q´X¥»®Ñ¡A¥iºâ¬O¤@Ó¤å¾Ç®a¡C²Ä¤@º¸Ö¬OÁ¿¨ì»P¥Dªº¥æ³q¡A¥i¥H¬Ý±o¥X¦o¤åµ§¬O«D±`ªº¦n¡AÄÝÆFªº¸g¾ú¤]«Ü²`¡C1.
That mystic word of
Thine, O sovereing Lord, Is all too pure,
too
high, too deep for
me; Weary of striving, and with longing faint, I
breathe it back
again in prayer to Thee!2. ÒAbide in me, I pray, and
I
in thee; From
this good hour, O leave me never more;
Then
shall the
discord cease, the
wound be heales, The
life-long bleeding of the soul
be oÕer.3. ÒAbide in me; OÕer shadow by thy love Each
half-formed
purpose, and dark
thought of sin; Quench,
ere it rise, each selfish low
desire, And
keep my soul as thine, calm and divine.4. As
some rare
perfume in a vase of
clay Pervades it with a
fragrance not its own,
So, when thou
dwellest in a mortal soul, All heavenÕs own sweetness
seems around it
thrown.5. ÒAbide in me; there have been moments blest
When I have heard
thy voice and felt thy power; Then evil lost its
grasp, and passion,
hushed, Owned the divine enchantment of the
hour.6.
ÒThese were but seasons,
beautiful and rare; Abide in me, and
they
shall ever be; Fulfil
at once thy precept and my prayer- Come and
abide in me, and I
in thee.?
²Ä¤@¸`ªº¤j·N²Ķ¦p¤U¡F¿Ë·Rªº¥D¡A§A¨º©_§®¸Ü»y¡A¹ï§Ú²ª½¤Ó¯Â¡A¤Ó°ª¡A¤Ó²`¡I§V¤O¨ì¯h¡A·Q±æ¨ì§x¥F¡A¥u¦n©I¤@¤f®ðë§i¦^À³§A¡I²Ä¤Gº¬O¦u±á§óªº¸Öºq¡A´NµÛ¤å¾Ç¡B×Ãã©MÄÝÆFªº¥÷¶q¨ÓÁ¿¡A³£¬O³Ì¬üªº¤@º±á§ó¸Ö¡C1.
¡uÀR¡BÀR¹ï§A¡Aµµ¤Ñ¥¿º¥¦b¯}¾å¡A ¶Â¼vº¥´²¡A³¶³¾¥¿¦b¿ô¨Ó¡A
¬ü¹O¦±á¡A¦n¹O¦Û¥ÑªººaÄ£¡A §Úº¥·Pı§Ú¬O»P§A¦P¦b¡C¡v5.
·í§Ú¨¯³Ò¤w¹L¡A§Ú»î¨IµL¤O¡A ²´±æ§A¡A̵M©I¨D¡B¨Ì¿à¡F
²¢«v¡A¯à¦b§Aªº¯Í»H¤U¦w®§¡A
¦ý§ó²¢¬O¿ô¨Ó¨£§A¤´¦b¡C1. Still, still with Thee, when purple
morning breaketh,
When the bird
waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than
morning, lovelier
than daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with
Thee.2. Alone
with Thee, amid the
mystic shadows, The
solemn hush of nature newly
born; Alone with Thee in breathless
adoration, In the calm
dew and
freshness of the
morn.3. As in the dawning oÕer the waveless ocean The image
of the morning star
doth rest, So in
the stillness Thou beholdest only
Thine image in the
waters of my breast.4. Still, still
with Thee, as
to each newborn
morning, A
fresh and solemn splendor still is given,
So does this bless䓤 consciousness,
awaking, Breathe
each day nearness
unto thee and
heaven.5. When sinks the soul,
subdued by toil, to
slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath
the wings oÕershading, But sweeter still to wake and find
Thee
there.Ò\«Â¯S¡]Timothy Dwight,
1752-1817¡^Ò\«Â¯S¬OµÛ¦W§G¹D®a¡A¬ù®³³æ·R¼wµØ¡]Jonathan
Edwards¡^
ªº®]¤l¡C±q¤pÁo¼z¹L¤H¡A¤»·³´N¯àŪ©Ô¤B¤å¡A¤Q¤T·³¶iC¾|¤j¾Ç§ðŪ¡A¤Q¤C·³²¦·~¡A¤Q¤E·³¤É¬°°Æ±Ð±Â¡A¤G¤Q·³¥X®Ñ¡A¤G¤Q¤·³¨ü®v¥ÍÁ|Âˬ°¤j¾Ç®Õªø¥¼ªG¡C¤Q¤K¦~¥H«á±²¤g«¨Ó¡A§Ï©»±q¦º¸Ì´_¬¡¤@¼Ë¡A©ó¥|¤Q¤T·³²×©ó°µ¤F¤j¾Ç®Õªø¡C¤U±¤@º¸Ö¤]³\¬O¥þ¥@¬É³Ì¥j¦Ñªº¬ü°ê¤H¼gªº¡Aª½¨ì¦p¤µ¤@ª½¤£Â_¦³¤H·R°Ûªº¤@º¸Ö¡C¥¦ªºÆF·P¬O¨Ó¦Û¸Ö½g¤@¤T¤C½g¡C¥Ñ©ó§@ªÌ§ï²©vªºI´º¡A»{¬°¯«¤w±N¥H¦â¦C©ß±ó¡A¥H±Ð·|¨ú¥N¤§¡A©Ò¥H¬ùªº¿ü¦w¡A¤D¬O«üÄÝÆFªº±Ð·|»¡ªº¡A²Ä¤@º¸Öµ¥©ó¬O§â¸Ö½g¤@¤T¤C½g·s¬ù¤Æ¤F¡C¥D¡A§Ú·R§A°ê«×¡X´N¬O§Aªº©~©Ò¡A´N¬O±Ð·|¡A§A©Ò±ÏÅ«¡A´N¬O§Aªº³Ç§@¡CI
love Thy Kingdom,
Lord,The house of Thine abode,The Church our Blest
Redeemer saved With
His own precious blood.¼ï³Á¡]Ray Palmer,
1808-1888¡^¼ï³Á¬OC¾|¤j¾Ç²¦·~ªº°ª¤~¥Í¡A«á¨Ó¨Æ©^¥D¡C´¿³Q»{¬°¬ü°êªñ¥N³Ì¦³¦Wªº¸Öºq§@®a¡C¥L¤G¤Q¤G·³¼g¤F¤@º»D¦Wªº¸Öºq¡A¬Æ¨ü¤HÅwªï¡C§Ú¥H«H¤ß¥õ±æ§A¦b¤Q¦r¬[¤W¡A§Úªº±Ï¥D¡I¨D§AÅ¥§Úë§i¡A±N§Ú¸o¹L¼eÄÇ¡A¨Ï§Ú±q¤µ¨ì¦Ñ¡A¥þÄݰò·þ¡IMy
faith looks up to
Thee,Thou Lamb of Calvary,Saviour Divine; Now hear me
while I pray;Take
all my guilt away;Oh, let me from this dayBe wholly
Thine.¼ï³Á¼g³oº¸Ö®É¡A¥¿³B©ó³h¯f¥æ¢¤§»Ú¡A¦³·P¦Ó§@¡C¦Ó«á¦b¸ô¤W¥©¹J§@¦±®a±ö»¹¡]Lowell
Mason¡^¡A©Ò¥H³o¤@º¸Öªº¦±¤l¬O±ö»¹°t¤Wªº¡C¹L´X¤Ñ±ö»¹§¹¦¨¸Ó¦±«á¡A¤S¦b¸ô¤W¹J¨£¼ï³Á¡A¹ï¥L»¡¡F¡u¤é«á¤]³\§A·|¦]³\¦h°^Äm¡A¥O¤H´º¥õ¡F¦ý¾Ú§Ú¬Ý¨Ó¡A¦³¤@¤Ñ·|¥s§A¦WÁn»·¼½ªº¬O§Aªº³oº¸Ö¡C¡vªGµM³o¸ÜÀ³Åç¤F¡C´f´£®J¡]John
Greenleef Whittier,
1807-1892¡^´f´£®J¬O¤@¦ìµÛ¦W¤å¾Ç®a¡A¶Q®æ·|ªº§Ì¥S¡F»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¤]¬O¶Q®æ·|ªº¡C¥v§B§J±o»«¸ô©ö®v¥ÀªºÀ°§U«Ü¤j¡C¥v§B§J³Ì¦¬O¦b¼¯®Ú¡]Campbell
Morgan¡^©³¤U¨ü±Ð¡A«á¨Ó¹J¨£»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¡A«K±`±`°Ñ¥[»«¸ô©ö®v¥Àªº»E·|¡A³Ì«á»«¸ô©ö®v¥À´X¥G¥H¬°¥v§B§Jn¦¨¬°¦oªºÄ~©Ó¤H¡A«o¨S¦³¦¨¥\¡C¦]¬°¦³¨âÂI¥LÌ¥¼±o¤@P¡A²Ä¤@¬OÀ¼»æ¡A²Ä¤G¬O¨ü®û¡Cì¦]¬O¶Q®æ·|ªº¤H¤£¨ü®û¡A¤]¤£À¼»æªº¡C¶Q®æ·|ªº»E·|«Ü¦wÀR¡A¨S¦³¤HÁ¿¸Ü¡A¦³¸tÆF·P°Ê´N°_¨ÓÁ¿¸Ü¡A¨S¦³¸tÆF·P°Ê´N´²·|¡C¬ü°ê¦³¤@Ó¦{¥s»«¤i¤Z¥§¨È¡]Pennsylvania¡^¡F¨Æ¹ê¤W¨º¤@¤j¤ù¤g¦a³Ì¦¬OÄÝ©ó¤@Ó¤Hªº¡A¨º¤Hªº¦W¦r¥s´^«Â·G¡]William
Penn¡^¡A¤]¬O¶Q®æ·|ªº¡C¶Q®æ·|ªº§Ì¥Șb¼Ú¬wªº®ÉÔ¡A¨ü¤F³\¦hªº¹G¢¡A³o¦ì§Ì¥S«Ü´I¦³¡A¨Ó¨ì¬ü°ê«á¡A±o¨ì¤F¤@¤j¤ùªº¤g¦a¡A´N¬O»«¤i¤Z¥§¨È¡C«á¨Ó³o¶ô¤g¦a¦¨¤FÁ×ÃøªÌªº¤Ñ°ó¡A¦¬®e¤@¤Á¾D¨ü¹G¢ªº¤H¡C¶Q®æ·|ªº¤H¬O¤Ï¹ï¥£Áõ¨î«×¡A¤£®³ºj¡A¤]¤£¤W¾Ô³õªº¡C·í®ÉÁö¨ü¨ì¦L²Ä¦w¤H¸g±`ªºÅ§À»¡A¥L̤]¤£®³ªZ¾¹ÁÙÀ»¡F¥LÌ»¡¡G¡u§Ú̵´¤£¨Ï¥ÎªZ¾¹¡A§Ṳ́£«OÅ@¦Û¤v¡A¯«·|«OÅ@§ÚÌ¡C¡v´^«Â·G¦³¤@Ó¦W¥y¡G¡u¨S¦³¤Q¦r¬[¡A´N¨S¦³«a°Ã¡C¡v¡]No
cross no
crown.¡^´f´£®J´N¬O¦b³oºØÄÝÆFÀô¹Ò¤Uªø¤jªº¡C´f´£®Jªº¸Öµü«D±`¬ü¡A¥B¥Rº¡¸Ö·N¡A¤¤¤å«o«ÜÃøÂ½Ä¶±o¦n¡C²{¤¶²Ð¥Lªº¤@º¸Öºq¡G1.
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Í¢ªºµLÁ_¦ç»n¯à¤O¡A¤´¦b§Úªº§ÉÃä¡F §ÚºNÍ¢©ó¥Í¤§¾ÖÀ½¡A§Ú´N±o¤F§¹¥þ¡C1. Immortal love,
forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever
whole, A
never ebbing sea!2. Blow, winds of
God, awake and blow The mists of
earth away: Shine out, O
Light divine, and show How
wide and far we
stray.3. We
may not climb the heavenly steeps To
bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search
the lowest deeps, For
Him no depths can drown.6. But
warm, sweet, tender,
even yet, A
present help is He; And
faith still
has its Olivet, And love its Galilee.7. The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of
pain; We touch Him in lifeÕs throng and press, And we
are whole
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about Jesus would I
know, More of His grace to others show; More of His
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more about
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earthly sky,For
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smiling face,There
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not, I am with thee!ÓBlessed golden ray, Like
a star of glory, Lighting
up my way!Through
the clouds of midnight, This bright promise shone, ÒI
will never leave
thee, Never will leave thee alone.ÓRefrain:No, never
alone; No never
alone; He promised never to leave me, Never to leave me
alone. No, never
alone; No, never alone;He promised never to leave me,
Never to leave me
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¦ýÄ@©¾¤ß¨«³o¤Q¬[¯¶¸ô¡A ²Û°d´««a°Ã¡A·l¥¢´«¯¬ºÖ¡I1. Lower
and lower, dear Lord at Thy
feet, Seeking Thy Spirit, Thy mercy
so sweet; Down in
our need, blessed
Master, we fall, Lower and lower: be Thou all in all.Refrain: Lower
and
lower, down at Thy
cross, All the worldÕs treasure counting but
dross;
Down at Thy feet,
blessed Saviour, we fall, Lower, still lower,
Christ
all in all !2. Lower and Lower, dear Saviour, we
pray, Losing the
self-life still more
evÕry day; Weak and
unworthy, weÕre looking above;
Empty us, Jesus;
then fill us with love.3. Lower and
lower; yet higher we
rise, Lifted in Jesus, let on to
the skies; Humbly
we follow the way of
the cross, Then,
crowns of glory, and gain for all loss.§Jùµ·¨©¡]Fanny
J. Crosby,
1820-1915¡^§Jùµ·¨©¤k¤h¬O§ÚÌ«D±`¼ô±xªº¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡A¦o¥Í¤U¨Ó¬ù¤»Ó§«ô¡A¦]¬°Âå¥Íµ¹¦o¥Î¿ù¤FÃÄ¡A¥HP¦¨¬°½M¤l¡C¦ý¦o¦h¦¸»¡¡AÁöµMÂå¥Í·|¥Ç¿ù¡A¦ý¬O¯«¥Ã¤£§@¿ù¨Æ¡C¦o¹JµÛ¤s©_§Ì¥S¡A¦¨¤F¤s©_ªº¦P¤u¡A±Mªù§@¦±¼gºq¡A¦¨¤F^¬ü¨â©¤µÛ¦Wªº¸Ö¤H¡C¦o¤@¥Í¦@¼g¤F¤K¤d¦hº¸Öºq¡A¤ñ¬d²z½Ã´µ²zÁÙn¦h¡C¤@Ó½M¤l¬°¬Æ»ò³Q¯«¦p¦¹¤j¤j¨Ï¥Î©O¡H¦o¼g±o¨º»ò¦nªº¸Öºq¤§¯µ³Z¦b¨º¸Ì©O¡H¦]¬°§Jùµ·¨©¯à°÷±µ¨ü¯«ªº¹ï¥I¡A¯à°÷·q«ô¯«ªº¹D¸ô¡A¹ï²´·ú¾D§Ëª¼¤@ÂI¤£©ê«è¡A¦o¬Û«H¯«¦b¦o¨¤Wªº¦w±Æ¬O¬ü¦nªº¡C´X¦~«á¦oµoªí·P·Q»¡¡G¡u²{¦b§Úª¾¹D¬°¬Æ»ò¯«¥s§Ú¦¨¬°½M¤l¡C¤@¤è±¡A¬O¥s§Ú§ó¯à°÷±M¤ßªº·q«ôÍ¢¡AµM«á§â§Úªº·Pı¶Ç¹Fµ¹¥@¤H¡F¥t¤@¤è±¡A¦]¬°§Ú¤£¯à¬Ý¡A©Ò¥H¤£·|³Q³\¦h¨Æª«§l¤Þ¡A¯à±M¤ß¤@·N¦a±q¨Æ¼g§@¡C¡v¤@Ó¦p¦¹¶¶ªA¥Dªº¤H¡AÃø©Ç¤j¤j³Q¥D¨Ï¥Î¡C¦P®É¦o¤]¦³«Ü¦nªº¸Ë³Æ¡F¦o¤Q·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤w§â¼¯¦è¤¸g©M¥|ºÖµ³£I¹L¨Ó¡C³o¬O¤@Ó«Ü«nªº¯µ³Z¡C¥Dªº¸Ü¨S¦³¿ù¡AÍ¢§h©J§ÚÌÀ³·í§âÍ¢ªº¸ÜÂ×Â×´I´IªºÂæb¤ß¸Ì¡C§Jùµ·¨©©MÁú¶²ºq¤G¦ì©n©f³£¬O¼ôI¸t¸gªº¤H¡A¤]´N»X¯«¨Ï¥Î¡C§Jùµ·¨©¬O¦b¤T¤Q·³®É«H¥D±o±Ï¡F¦o¤§±o±Ï¬O¦]¬°¤@º¸Öºq¡C¦³¤@¤Ñ¡A¥L°Ñ¥[¤@ÓºÖµ»E·|¡A·|¤¤°Û¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº¤@º¸Öºq¡u«u³é¡A±Ï¥D¯u´¿¬y¦å¡v¡F³oººq³Ì«áªº¤@¸`¬OÓë§i©M©^Äm¡C³oº¸Öºq¤j¤j·P°Ê¦o¡A¦b¨º¤@¤Ñ¡A¦o¨M§Ó«H¥D¡A¨Ã¦P®É±N¦Û¤v©^Ämµ¹¥D¡C¨ì¤F¬ù¥|¤Q¥|·³¡A¯«´N¥Î¦o¼g¸Öºq¤F¡A¤@ª½¼g¨ì¤E¤Q¤·³¡A¦¨¤F¬ü°ê®a³ë¤á¾åªº¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡C²{¦b¤¶²Ð¦o²³¦h§@«~¤¤ªº¼Æº¡C²Ä¤@º¡G¦wæbC¿q¤âÁu¡A¦wæb¥DÃh¸Ì¡F¦b¦¹Í¢·R±`ÂÐÁl¡A§Ú±o²¢¬ü¦w®§¡C³o¬O¤Ñ¨Óªºµ¼Ö¡A¸g¥Ñ¸Öºq¶É¦R¡FÄÆ¹LºaÄ£ªº¤Ñ³¥¡AÄÆ¹LºÑ¥É¤§¤g¡C°Æºq¡G¦wæbC¿q¤âÁu¡A¦wæb¥DÃh¸Ì¡F¦b¦¹Í¢·R±`ÂÐÁl¡A§Ú±o²¢¬ü¦w®§¡CSafe
in the arms of
Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast,There by His love oÕer
shaded, Sweetly my
soul doth rest. Hark! Õtis a song of heaven Borne in
a song to me,Over
the fields of glory,Over the jasper sea.Refrain:Safe
in the arms of
Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast,There by His love oÕer
shaded, Sweetly my
soul doth
rest.¦³¤@¦¸¡A§@¦±®a¦h®¦¡]Doane¡^§ä¨ì§Jùµ·¨©¡A¹ï¦o»¡¡G¡u§Ú¦³¤@º¦±¤l¡A¦ý¨S¦³µü¡A§A¯à¤£¯àÀ°§Ú°t¤Wµü¡H¡vµM«á¦b¦oªº¤p·µ^¤W¼u¤F³oº¦±¡C§Jùµ·¨©Å¥§¹«á¡A»¡¡G¡u³oº¸Öºq¤£¬O¦bÁ¿»¡¦wæb°ò·þ¤âÁu¶Ü¡H§Aµ¥¤@µ¥¡A§Ú¬Ý¬Ý¯à¤£¯à°µ¨Ç¬Æ»ò¡C¡vµM«á¨«¶i©Ð¶¡¥h¡A¥bÓ¤p®É«á¡A³oº¸Öºq´N½Ï¥Í¤F¡C²Ä¤Gº¡G¦³¤é»ÈÁå±Nn§éÂ_¡A§Ú´N¤£¦A¦p¦¹ºq°Û¡F¦ý§Ú¿ô¨Ó¦óµ¥³ßÅw¡A³ºµM±o¥H±¨£§Ú¥D¡C°Æºq¡G§Ún¬Ý¨£Í¢±¹ï±¡A§Únz»¡±Ï§Ú®¦¨å¡F§Ún¬Ý¨£Í¢±¹ï±¡A§Únz»¡±Ï§Ú®¦¨å¡CSome
day the silver cord
will break,And I no more as now shall sing;But oh,
the joy when I shall
wake Within the palace of the King!Refrain:And I
shall see Him face
to face,And tell the story: saved by grace;And I
shall see Him face
to face,And tell the story: saved by
grace.³oº¸Öºq¦³¤@ӫܦ³·N«äªº¬G¨Æ¡C§Jùµ·¨©¤C¤Q¤@·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A³QÁܽШì¬ü°ê¡A°Ñ¥[¼}}¦b³Â¬ÙNorthfieldªº¤@Ó¯S§O»E·|¡F³o¬O¼}}¨C¦~¥D«ù¹³¶}¦èªº»E·|¡A½Ð¨ÓµÛ¦W¯«¹²¦p¼¯®Úµ¥¨Ó¥DÁ¿¡C¨º¦¸»E·|¡A¤j®a³£§Æ±æ§Jùµ·¨©»¡´X¥y¸Ü¡C¦o«j¬°¨äÃø¦a¯¸°_¨Ó¡AÁ¿¤F´X¥y¸Ü«á¡A´N°Û¥X³oº¸Öºq¡C¤s©_Å¥¤F¡A¶]¹L¨Ó°Ý¦o»¡¡G¡u§A±q¨º¸Ì±o¨Ó³o»ò¦nªº¤@º¸Öºq¡H¡v¦o»¡¡G¡u§Aª¾¹Dªº¡A¤T¦~«e§Ú¤w§â³oº¸Öºq¥æµ¹§A¡C¡vì¨Ó¤s©_¦¬¨ì³\¦h¸Öºq¡A¦ý¤£¬O¨Cººq³£·|±Ä¥Î¡A©Ò¥H¤T¦~«eµ¹¥Lªº¸Öºq¡A³Q¥L§ô¤§°ª»Õ¤F¡C¹L¥hªº¤T¦~¡A§Jùµ·¨©¼g¤F´X¦Êº¸Öºq¡A¥u¦]¦o¤C¤Q¤@·³®É°Û¤F³oººq¡A§_«h³oº³Q²³§Ì¥S©n©f³ßÅwªººq¡A¦¤w³Q®I¦b¶À¤g¤F¡C³oÓ¡u¦³¤é»ÈÃì±Nn§éÂ_¡v¡A«Ü¦³¸Ö·N¡A¬O®Ú¾Ú¶Ç¹D®Ñ³Ì«á¤@³¹ªº¡u±Nn§éÂ_¡v¡A¨º³¹¸t¸g¬O»¡¨ì¦³¤@¤Ñ¡A§Ú̪º±bÁO¡]¨Åé¡^n·n®Ì©M»GÄê¡CÁöµM¦p¦¹¡A¦ý§Jùµ·¨©»¡¨º¤é¦n±oµL¤ñ¡A¥s§Ú¯à°÷¿Ë²´¬Ý¨£¥D¡C§Jùµ·¨©¼g³oººq¬O¤»¤Q¤K·³¡A¤@¤E¤@¤¦~¤G¤ë¤Q¤@¤é¡A¨º¤@¤éªGµM¨Ó¨ì¡A¦o³Q¥D±µ¨«¤F¡C²Ä¤Tº¡G§Aªº¸oÁö¹³²¹¬õ¡A¥D¥²¨Ï¥¦¥Õ¦p³·¡F§Aªº¸oÁö¹³²¹¬õ¡A¥D¥²¨Ï¥¦¥Õ¦p³·¡C§A¸oÁö¬õ¦p¤¦ÃC¡A¥²¥Õ¦p¦Ï¤ò¡C§Aªº¸oÁö¹³²¹¬õ¡A§Aªº¸oÁö¹³²¹¬õ¡A¥D¥²¨Ï¥¦¥Õ¦p³·¡A¥D¥²¨Ï¥¦¥Õ¦p³·¡CTho?
your sins be as
scarlet,They shall be as white as snow;Tho?your sins
be as scarlet,They
shall be as white as snow;Tho?they be red like
crimson,They shall
be as wool!Tho?your sins be as scarlet,Tho?your sins be
as scarlet,They
shall be as white as snow,They shall be as white as
snow.³oº¸Ö«Ü¬ü¡A¬O¶ÇºÖµªº¤@º¦n¸Öºq¡C¦pªG§Ú̶ǺֵªºÆF±j¡A³oº¸Öºq«Ü®e©ö©ºªA¤H¡C·íªì¼}}¥Î³oººq¶ÇºÖµ¡A¤@°Û´N°Û¨ì¸o¤Hªº²`³B¡A±Ï¤F¤£¤Ö¤H¡C³\¦hºÖµ¸Öºq¤@°Û¡A§Ú̪º¤ß´N³Q¬D©ô°_¨Ó¤F¡A¹ê¦b¬O¸tÆF«D±`©_§®ªº¤u§@¡C¦h®¦¡]William
H. Doane, 1832-1915¡^¬_¦Ê¨ô¡]William J.
Kirkpatrick,
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Kelso Carter,
1849-1928¡^¡A½s¤F¤@¥»¸Öºq¡A¥s°µ¡mHymns of the Christian
life¡n¡C³o¥»¸Öºqªº¯SÂI¬O«¦b°ò·þ®{¥Í©R¡]Christian
life¡^¡A´N¬Oª`««ç¼Ë§@°ò·þ®{¡A«ç¼Ë¨Ï¥Í©R¦³ªø¶i¡A¬°¦¹«Å«H·j¶°¤F³\¦h¦³²`«×ªº¸Öºq¡C¥i±¤¸g¹L´X¥N¥H«á¡A²{¦b·sª©ªº¡mHymns
of the Christian
life¡n¤w¥¢¥h¦¦~³\¦h«Å«H©Ò§ä¨ìªºÄ_ÂáA¥u¦³´Xº«Å«H©Ò¼gªº¨å«¬¸Öºq¡C«Å«H¬OÓ·|¼g¸Ö¼g½Õªº¤H¡A¤]Ū¤F¤@¨Ç¶ø¯µ¬£ªº§@«~¡A¤×¨ä¹ï´´§B¡]Faber¡^ªº¦L¶H¯S§O²`¡C¦p¥L±N´´§Bªº¡uC¿qC¿q¡K¡K¨Dì½Ì§Ú¡A±N§A¸t¦W¡A¤é©À¤d¹M¤£¦í¡K¡vÂରºÖµ¸ÖºqªºÅéµô¡A°t¤W¦±½Õ¡A©ñ¦b¥Lªº¸Ö¶°¸Ì¡C«Å«H·j¶°¤F³\¦h³o¼Ëªº¸Öºq¡AµM«á¥æµ¹¥d¯S©Î¥Lªº¤k¨à§ï¬°ºÖµ¸Öºq¡A°t¤W½Õ¤l¡F©Ò¥H¥j¥Nªº¸ÖºqºëµØ¦³¤£¤Ö¦b¥L̩ҽsªº¸Ö¶°¸Ì¡A³o¸Ö¶°¤]¬O¥L̵¹¯«±Ð·|¤@ӫܤjªº°^Äm¡C¦ý¬O«Å«H¦Û¤v©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¡A¦³ªº®ÉÔÁ¿¹Dªº·N¨ý¤Ó¿@¡A¯u²z«D±`¦n¡F§Ì¥S©n©fY¥H¤§¬°Å¥¹D¡A·|±oµÛÀ°§U¡AY¥Î¨Ó¹|°Û¡A«o¤£¤j¹³¤@º¸Ö¡C©Î³\³o¬O«Å¹D·|·sª©¸Ö¶°¨ú®ø¤F¥L³¡¤À¸Öºqªºì¦]¡C¤£¹L¡A¥LÁÙ¬O¼g¤F´Xº«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤@º¬O¹ªÀy¤H¶ÇºÖµ¡G1.
¨ì»·¤è¡A¨ì¸U°ê¡A§Ú¥²¥h¡A ¨ìºÖµ±q¥¼¶Ç¹F¤§¦a¡F
¤d¸U¤H±q¥¼»D¥D¤j·R»P¼¦±¤¡A §Ú¥²¥h³ø¨Îµ¤£¿ðºÃ¡C °Æºq¡G ¨ì»·¤è¡A¨ì¸U°ê¡A§Ú¥²¥h¡A§Ú¥²¥h¡F
¦V¥þ¦a¼s¶Ç¼½¥D±Ï®¦¤jÀ³³\¡C1. To the
regions beyond I must go, I must go, Where
the story has never
been told; To the
millions that never have heard of
His love, I
must tell the sweet story of old. Refrain: To the regions
beyond, I must go, I must go, Till the world, all the world, His
salvation shall
know.²Ä¤Gº¬O«Å«H©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¤¤³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¤@º¡G¡u¬Q¤é¡B¤µ¤é¡Aª½¨ì¥Ã»·¡AC¿q¤£§ïÅÜ¡v¡C1. ³oÓºaÄ£«H®§¦ó²¢¡A¬Û«Hn²³æ¡F
¬Q¤é¡A¤µ¤é¡Aª½¨ì¥Ã»·¡AC¿q¤£§ïÅÜ¡C Í¢¤´³ß·R¬@±Ï¸o¤H¡AÂåªv¤H¯e¯f¡A
¥ÀR·®ö¡A¦w¼¾Åå»î¡AºaÄ£ÂkÍ¢¦W¡I °Æºq¡G ¬Q¤é¡A¤µ¤é¡Aª½¨ì¥Ã»·¡AC¿q¤£§ïÅÜ¡I
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Oh, how sweet the
glorious message, Simple
faith may claim; Yesterday,
today, forever, Jesus is the same. Still He loves to save the
sinful,
Heal the sick and
lame; Cheer the mourner, still
the tempest; Glory
to
His name! Refrain: Yesterday, today, forever, Jesus
is the same, All
may change, But Jesus never!
Glory to His name; Glory
to His name, Glory
to His name; All may change, But
Jesus never! Glory to His
name.²Ä¤Tº¡G1. ¥D¡A¨D§A¦V§Ú§j¸tÆF¡A±Ð§Ú¦p¦ó§l¤J§A¡F
§U§Ú¦V§A¯ÝÃh¤@¶É§Úªº¥Ç¸o»P¦Û¤v¡C°Æºq¡G §Ú¬O©I¥X§Úªº·TW¡A©I¥X§Ú¸o¦Ã
§Ú¬O§l¤H¡A¤@ª½§l¤J¡A§A©Ò¦³Â×´I¡C5. §Ú¥¿©I¥X§Úªº¯f¶Õ¡A§A¦¤w¬°§Út¾á¡F
§Ú¥¿§l¤J§AªºÂåªv¡A¦]§A¦¤w½ç¥¦w¡C1. O
Lord, breathe Thy Spirit on me, Teach me
how to breathe Thee in;
Help me pour into
Thy bosom, All
my life of self and sin. Refrain: I am
breathing out my
sorrow, Breathing out my sin; I am breathing,
breathing,
breathing. All Thy
fullness
in.¾Ú»¡³o¬O«Å«H¯f«ªº®ÉÔ¡A±oµÛÆF·P¼g¤U³oº¸Ö¡C¼g§¹¤F¡A¥Lªº¯f¤]¦n¤F¡CµM¦Ó³oº¸Öºq¦b¯u²z¤W®e©ö³Q¤H»~¸Ñ¡A¨º¦³¤@Ó¤H¥i¥H¡u©I¥X§Úªº·TW¡A©I¥X§Úªº¸o¦Ã¡v©O¡H³o¸Ì¤SÁ¿¨ì¥Î©I§l§â¸tÆFÂ×´Iªº§l¨ú¶i¨Ó¡C³o¸Ì«Å«H¥Îªº¥y¤l¤£°÷ÄYÂÔ¡A¨Ï¤H¦b°Û³oº¸Öºqªº®ÉԻᤣ©ñ¤ß¡F¦ý¬O³oº¸Öºq½T¯à§â¡u¥D¡A¨D§A¦V§Ú§j¸tÆF¡A±Ð§Ú¦p¦ó§l¤J§A¡vªº·Pıµoªí¥X¨Ó¡C¨ä¹ê³o¬O«üµÛ»P¥Dªº¥æ³q¡B»P°ò·þªºÁp¦X»¡ªº¡C¤]³\³oº¸Öºq¦³³oÓ¯u²z¤Wªº·å²«¡A©Ò¥H«Å¹D·|·sª©¸Ö¶°¨Ã¨S¦³³oº¸Ö¡C²Ä¥|º¨Ã¤£ºâµÛ¦W¡A¨Æ¹ê¤W¥¦À³·í¬O«Å«Hªº¥Nªí§@¡AÁ¿¨ì»P°ò·þÁp¦X¡G1.
Í¢¬°§Ú¦º¡A§Ú¤~¯à¬¡¡A§Ú¤µ¬°Í¢¬¡µÛ¡A §Ú©R¡A§Ú·R¡A§Ú³£Ämµ¹¨º¬°§Ú°v¦ºªº¡C
°Æºq¡G ®@¡AC¿q§Ú¥D¡A§Ú±Ï¥D¡A¨Ï§Ú¯à±M¤ß¸òÀH¥D¡F
§A«ç¼Ë¬°§Ú¦Ó¦º¦Ó¬¡¡CÅý§Ú·Ó¼Ë¬°§A¦º¬¡¡C1. He died for me that I might
live; I live for Him who
died, My life, my love to Him I
give, Jesus, the
Crucified. Refrain: O
Jesus, my Lord and
Saviour, Help
me to fully follow Thee; In
life and
death and loving
service, As
Thou hast lived and died for me.²Ä¤º¡G1.
®@¡IÅý§Ú̦b¥D¸Ì±±`³ß¼Ö¡FÁöµM¾D¹J¤F»~·|¡A²qºÃ¡F
ÁöµM±wÃø¦p¦P½ÄÀ»ªº·ªi¡A¦ý¬Oºq°ÛÁ`³Ó¹L¹Ä®§¡C °Æºq¡G
À³·í®É±`³ß¼Ö¡A·í®É±`³ß¼Ö¡AµL½×¦p¦ó¡Aºq°ÛÁ`³Ó¹Ä®§¡A µL½×¦p¦ó¡A¥Í¦sÁ`³Ó¦º±I¡A©Ò¥HÀ³·í®É±`³ß¼Ö¡I1. O
let us rejoice
in the Lord
evermore, Tho?all
things around us be trying, Tho?floods
of affliction like
sea billows roar, It
is better to sing than be
sighing. Refrain: Then
rejoice evermore, rejoice evermore, It
is better to
sing than be
sighing; It is better
to live than be dying; So
let us
rejoice
evermore.¡uÁöµM±wÃø¦p¦P½ÄÀ»ªº·ªi¡A¦ý¬Oºq°ÛÁ`³Ó¦ü¼Û®§¡C¡v«Ü©úÅã¬OÓºÖµ¸Öºqªº§Î¦¡¡A¦ý¥DÃD¬O»¡À³·í®É±`³ß¼Ö¡A¬O«Ü¨ü§Ì¥S©n©f³ßÅwªº¤@º¸Öºq¡C°O±oµ§ªÌªº©¨¤÷¦¦~¦b¤sªFªº®ÉÔ¡A´¿¦³¤@¬q®É¶¡³s¦P¤@¨Ç§Ì¥S©n©f¾D¹J¹G¢¡A³Q¤H·j®·¡A¥L̳£Âæb¦aªO©³¤U¡C¥L̦p¦ó¼õ¹L¨º¬qº©ªøªº®É¶¡¡H¥L̳̱`°Ûªº´N¬O³oº¸Öºq¡C¦³¤@¤Ñ¡A·j¯Áªº¤H¯uªº¨Ó¤F¡A°Ý¡G¡u³o¸Ì¦³¨S¦³«ç¼Ë¡B«ç¼Ëªº¤H¡H¡v©¨¤÷¦^µª»¡¡G¡u§Ú̳o¸Ì¨S¦³Ãa¤H¡C¡vµ²ªG¥L̨«¤F¡C·PÁÂ¥D¡A¥LÌ»X¤F«O¦u¡C²Ä¤»º¡G1.
§Ú¤w»P°ò·þ¦P°v¦º¡A²æ¦Û¤v¡B¸o´c¡B«U¥@¡F
©Ò¥H§Ú¯à¥¦w±µ»â¥D±q¦º±o¥Íªº©R¡C §Ú¥ÌÄ@©MÍ¢¦P¨üW¡A®ÄªkÍ¢¦Ü¦º¶¶ªA¡F
§ÚÄ@¸ò§Ú±Ï¥DC¿qª½¨«¤Q¦r¬[ªº¸ô¡C °Æºq¡G ¤@ª½¨«¤Q¬[¯¶¸ô¡I ¥D¬O¨ü¦º¦b¨º¸Ì¡I
¨D¥D¨Ï§Ú¯à¦P§A¤@ª½¨«¤Q¬[¯¶¸ô¡I1. Crucified with Christ my Saviour, To the world and self and
sin; To the death-born life
of Jesus I am sweetly
entÕring in; In His
fellowship of suffÕring, To His death conformed to be, I am going with
my
Saviour All the way to Calvary. Refrain: All the
way to Calvary,
Where my Saviour
went for me, Help
me, Lord, to go with Thee, All
the way
to Calvary.²Ä¤Cº¡G1. §Ú»P°ò·þ¤w¦P°v¦º¡A¤Q¬[¤w±N§Ú¸ÑÄÀ¡F
§Ú»P°ò·þ¤w¦P´_¬¡¡AÍ¢¥Í§Ú¸ÌºÞ²z§Ú¡C °Æºq¡G »P°ò·þ¦P¦º¡A¦óµ¥ªº¦w¾A¡I
²æ¥@¬É¡B¦Û¤v¡B¸o´c¡A»P°ò·þ¦P¬¡¡A ¦óµ¥ªº¶W²æ¡AÍ¢¥Í§Ú¸ÌºÞ²z§Ú¡C1. I am crucified with
Jesus, And the cross hath set me free; I have risÕn again with Jesus, And
He lives and reigns
in me. Refrain: Oh! It is so sweet to die with
Jesus, To the world, and self, and sin; Oh! It is so sweet to live with
Jesus As He lives and reigns
within.¤W±¦P½èªº¨âº¸Ö¡A©úÅã¬OÁ¿¨ì»P¥DÁp¦X¡B¨«¤Q¦r¬[¹D¸ôªº¸Öºq¡C¶}¦è»E·|¦³¤£¤Ö³o¥DÃDªº¸Öºq¡F·PÁÂ¥D¡A¤]Âǵ۫ūH¼g¤U³oÃþ¸Öºq¡Aµ¹±Ð·|¤@¨Ç°^Äm¡C¥i¬O¤@¯ë¸Ö¥»¬Æ¤Ö±Ä¥Î¡A¦]¬°¦³¤Hı±o¹D²z¤Ó²`¡C¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A³o¬O°ò·þ®{¤@Ó«Ü«nªº¸g¾ú¡CYn§ä»P°ò·þÁp¦X¡B»P¥D¦P¦º¡B»P¥D¦P´_¬¡³o¤@Ãþ¸Öºq¡A¥u¦³¦b¶}¦è»E·|©M«Å«Hªº¸Ö¶°¸Ì¤~§ä±o¨ì¡C²Ä¤Kº¡u±©¦³C¿q¬O§ÚªºÃD¥Ø¡A§Úªº«H®§¬OC¿q¡v¡A¥i¥H»¡¬O«Å¹D·|ªº·|ºq¡A¥¦§â«Å¹D·|¥|Ó«ÂI«Å§i¥X¨Ó¤F¡A°Æºq׬°²M´·¡G¡uÍ¢¬O±Ï¥D¡B¥Í©R¡B¤j¤Ò¡AÍ¢¬O§g¤ý«Ø°ê«×¡C¡v1.
±©¦³C¿q¬O§ÚÃD¥Ø¡A§Úªº«H®§¬OC¿q¡F ±©¦³C¿q¬O§Úºq½á¡A§Ú©Ò¥õ±æ¬OC¿q¡C
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Í¢¬O±Ï¥D¡B¥Í©R¡B¤j¤Ò¡AÍ¢¬O§g¤ý«Ø°ê«×¡C1. Jesus only is our message, Jesus all our theme shall be;
We will lift up
Jesus ever, Jesus
only will we see. Refrain: Jesus only,
Jesus ever, Jesus all in all we
sing, Saviour, Sanctifier, Healer,
Glorious Lord and
coming King.²Ä¤Eº¡G1. «enªº¬O¯¬ºÖ¡A¤µn¥D¦Û¤v¡F
«enªº¬OÂåªv¡A¤µn¥D¦Ó¤w¡F «e§Ú³g¨D®¦½ç¡A¤µn½ç®¦ªÌ¡C
«e§Ú´M¨D¯à¤O¡A¤µn¥þ¯àªÌ¡C °Æºq¡G ¥Ã»·Á|°_C¿q¡AÆg¬ü¥D¤£·²¡F ¤@¤Á¦b°ò·þ¸Ì¡A¥D¬O§Ú¤@¤Á¡C1.
Once it was the
blessing, Now
it is the Lord; Once
it was the feeling,
Now it is His word; Once His
gifts I wanted, Now, the Giver own; Once
I sought for
healing, Now
Himself alone. Refrain: All in all forever,
Jesus will I sing; EvÕrything in Jesus, And Jesus
evÕrything.³o¤@º¬O«ÜµÛ¦Wªº¸Öºq¡A¤½»{¬°¬O¤@º¤£¥i¦h±oªº³Ç§@¡Aªí±¬OºÖµ¸Öºqªº®æ¦¡¡A«o¬O±N¤H±a¨ì²`³B¥h¡C³oº¸Öºqªº¦±»Pµü³£¬O«Å«H©Ò¼g¡A¦bºÖµ¸ÖºqªºÅéµô¤U¡A¤S¦³¸Öªº¯S¦â¡C«Å«H¦b¸Öºq¤Wªº°^Äm¡A¬O§âºÖµ¸Öºq¦A©¹«e±À¶i¤@¨B¡F¤£¥u¥L¦Û¤vªº¸Öºq¬O¦p¦¹¡A¥LÁÙ§â¾ú¥@¾ú¥NÀu¬üªº¡B¦³¥÷¶qªº¸Öºq¡A¥ÎºÖµ¸Öºqªº§Î¦¡±À¥X¥h¡C³o¬O¸tÆFªº¤u§@¡A¨ÏºÖµ¸Öºq¤£¦Ü°±¯d¦b¶ÇºÖµ©Mªì«H³y´N¤W¡A¥¦¯à°÷±a§ÚÌ©¹¸Ì±¥h¡A»P°ò·þÁp¦X¡C±q«eªººÖµ¸Öºq¤£¯àµoªí³o¸Ì±²`ªº·Pı¡A«Å«H«o¹F¨ì¤F¡A¨Ï§Ṵ۪́º®ÉÔ¡A¥s§Ú̱oµÛ³\¦hªºÀ°§U¡C³Ì«á¤¶²Ðªº¤@º¸Öºq¡G¡u±©¦³±`¥X¥N»ù¡A§Ṳ́~±o³Ó¡v¡A¬O«Å«Hªº¦P¤u¥d¯S¡]Captain
R. Kelso Carter,
1849-1928¡^©Ò¼g¡C1. ±©¦³±`¥X¥N»ù¡AÄ@I¤Q¦r¬[¡A
§Ṳ́~·|±o³Ó¡A¤~·|±oÅv¯à¡C ¤£¬O¦Û¤v¤O¶q¡A¤£¬O¤H«ä·Q¡A
¤D¬OC¿q´L¦W¡A¨Ï§Ú̱o³Ó¡C °Æºq¡G ±©¦³±`¥X¥N»ù¡AÄ@I¤Q¦r¬[¡A §Ṳ́~·|±o³Ó¡A¤~·|±oÅv¯à¡C1. Cross
of Christ! lead
onward, Thro?the Holy War: In
this sign we conquer,
Now and evermore, Not of man the power, Not to man the fame; We are
victors only In our leaderÕs name. Refrain: Cross of Christ! lead onward,
Thro?the Holy War; In
this sign we conquer, Now and
evermore.³oº¸Öºq¼g±o«Ü¦n¡A¤@ÂI¤£¤ñ«Å«Hªº¸Öºq®t¡C¥d¯S¯S§O¹B¥Î¦ü¥G¥Ù¬Þªºµ§ªk¨Óµo´§¸Öºqªº·Pı¡A«D±`Àu¬ü¡C¤@Ó¤H©¹²`³B¥h°l¨D¡A¥²µM·|¥X²{¤@¨Ç¥Ù¬Þ¡C½Ñ¦p¡G¡u¬J«i´±¡A¤S·Å¬X¡F¤¯·O¥B¾Ä°«¡C¡v¡u±ý±o¤Ï˽絹¡A¦³¯à«oµL¨Ì¡vµ¥µ¥¡C§Ú̪º¥D¹ê¦b°¶¤j¡AÍ¢¯à°÷¶V¹L§Ú̪º³n®z¡A¤£¨ü§Ú̪º¨î¡A°µÍ¢©Òn°µªº¨Æ¡C¦]¦¹¡A§Ú̦³¦p¦¹ªºÂ×´IÄ_ÂáCÄ@§ÚÌÂǵ۳o¨Ç¸Öºq¡A¥s§ÚÌÄÝÆFªº¥Í©R§óÂ×´I¡A¥s§ÚÌ»P¥DªºÃö«Y§ó±K¤Á¡C11¼w¤å»Pªk¤å¸Öºq¡u§Ú̦b¤Ñ¤Wªº¤÷¡AÄ@¤H³£´L§Aªº¦W¬°¸t¡CÄ@§Aªº°ê°Á{¡AÄ@§Aªº¦®·N¦æ¦b¦a¤W¦p¦P¦æ¦b¤Ñ¤W¡C§Ṳ́é¥Îªº¶¼¹¡A¤µ¤é½çµ¹§ÚÌ¡C§K§Ú̪º¶Å¡A¦p¦P§Ú̧K¤F¤Hªº¶Å¡C¤£¥s§Ú̹J¨£¸Õ±´¡A±Ï§Ú̲æÂ÷¥û´c¡C¦]¬°°ê«×¡BÅv¬`¡BºaÄ£¥þ¬O§Aªº¡Aª½¨ì¥Ã»·¡CªüÌ¡I¡v¡]¤Ó¤»9-13¡^³o¬q¸t¸g¡A§Ú̳£ª¾¹D¬Oªº¥D±Ð¾É§ÚÌ«ç¼Ëë§i¡F¦ý¬OÀ´±oì¤åµ²ºcªº¤H§i¶D§ÚÌ»¡¡A³o¤@¬që§i¨ä¹ê¬O¤@º¸Ö¡C°¨¤ÓºÖµ°O¸ü»¡¡G§Ú̪º¥D¤ñ©Òùªù§ó¤j¡C¥j®É¡A«n¤èªº¤k¤ý¨ÓÅ¥©Òùªùªº´¼¼z¸Ü¡F©Òùªùªº´¼¼z¦³¹Ïµe¡A¦³½e¨¥¡AÁÙ¦³¤@¤d¹s¤º¸Öºq¡C¦P¼Ë¦b°¨¤ÓºÖµ¸Ì±¡A§Ú̯à°÷§ä¨ì¹³½e¨¥ªº¸Ü¡A¹³¹Ïµeªº¸Ü¡X¤ñ³ë¡A¤]¯à§ä¨ì¸Öºq¡F³oÓ´N¬O§Ú̪º¥D¤ñ©Òùªù§ó¤jªº¡C¦]¬°Â½Ä¶©M½s±ÆªºÃö«Y¡A§ÚÌ¥¼¥²¬Ý¨£¸t¸g¸Ì±²³¦hªº¸Öºq¡A¦ý¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¸t¸g¨ì³B³£¬O¸Ö¡A¦]¬°¸t¸gªº·Pı¬O«D±`²Ó¿°ªº¡C¨º»ò¡A¯«¦b±Ð·|¸Ì±«ç»ò§â³o¼Ëªº¸Ö½çµ¹§ÚÌ©O¡H¼w¤å¸Öºq¬ü°ê¸Öºqªº¯SÂI¦bºÖµ¸Öºq¡F§Ṳ́¶²Ð¤F¬ü°êªº¸Öºq«á¡A²{¦bÂà¤@Ó¤è¦V¡A¬Ý¬Ý¼w¤åªº¸Öºq¡C¼w¤å¸Öºqªºµo®i¡A¨ä¹ê¤ñ^¤å¸Öºqn¦¡A¦]¬°¦b¯««ì´_¤u§@ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨¤B¸ô¼w¤w±µ¨ü¤F¸Öºq¡A¤£¹³¥[º¸¤å¨º¼Ëªº§Ü©Ú¡C¥t¥~¡A¦b°¨¤B¸ô¼w§ï±Ð«e¤@¦Ê¦~¡A¯«¤w¸g¦bªF¼Ú§@¤F«ì´_ªº¤u§@¡A¨º®É¦b±¶§J´µ©Ô¤Ò©M¼¯º¸ºû¨È¤@±a¦a¤è¡A¯«¿³°_¤FJ¥q©M¤@¯Z¸òÀH¥Lªº§Ì¥S¡CJ¥q¦]µÛ¯u²zªº½t¬G¨ü¨ì¹G¢¡A¨ä¤¤¦³³¡¤À¸òÀH¥Lªº¤H«K°k¨ì´ËªL¥h¡A¶}©l¤F»E·|¡A¨Ã«Å§G²æÂ÷ù°¨¤Ñ¥D±Ð¡C³o´N¬O§Ú̩Ҫ¾¹Dªº¡uÁp¦X§Ì¥S·|¡v¡F¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº§Ì¥S̤§·½ÀY¤]¬O±q¥L̨º¸Ì¥X¨Óªº¡C¥LÌ»E·|ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤w¸g¥Î¦Û¤vªº»y¨¥°Û¸Öºq¡]ù°¨¤Ñ¥D±Ð¬O¥H©Ô¤B¤å§@¬°À±¼»ªº¥¿¦¡»y¤å¡^¡C¥LÌ©M¦b·N¤j§Qªüº¸¨õ´µ¤sªþªñÁôÂ꺳\¦h§Ì¥S¦³«Ü¦nªºÁpô¡A«á¨Ó¦³§Ì¥SÌ©¹¼w°ê¥h¡A´N²£¥Í¤F¨ä«áªº¼¯º¸ºû¨È´_¿³©M¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¤§¾ú¥v¡C±q¦¹¬Ý¨Ó¡A¼w¤å¸Öºq¦b§ï±Ð«e¤@¦Ê¦~¤w¥X²{¡A¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò©M§Ì¥S̩Ұ۪º¸Öºq¡A¦³«Ü¦h¬O¤@¦Ê¦~«e¨º¨Ç§Ì¥S¬y¶Çµ¹¥L̪º¡C©Ò¥H¡A¼w¤å¸Öºq¤ñ^¤å¸Öºq§ó¦¡A§óÂ×´I¡C«á¨ÓÂǵ۽ôµ²z¬ù¿«©M¤@¨ÇÀ´¼w¤åªº§Ì¥S¡A´N§â³o¨Ç¼w¤å¸Öºq¤¶²Ð¨ì^¤å¥@¬É¨Ó¡C²{¤¶²Ð¨ä¤¤¤@¨Ç¸Ö¤H©M¥LªºÀu¨q§@«~¡CªÖ°ö¡u²³¤H´é¶i¥Dªº°ê«×¡v1.
²³¤H´é¶i¥Dªº°ê«×¡A¤Q¬[¤Ö¤Ht¡F ²³¤Hª§¹Ü¥Dªº½à½ç¡A¥@ɦ³½ÖÃã¡H
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´X¥GµL¤H¦]¥D½t¬G¡A¬Ý¸U¨Æ¦p¤g¡C ´X¥GµL¤H¦]¥D½t¬G¡A¬Ý¸U¨Æ¦p¤g¡C3. ¦h¤H³£³g¨É¥D¥Ì¦®¡A¤Ö¦³Ä@¸T¹¡F
¦h¤H³£³ßµn¥DÄ_®y¡A¤Ö¦³Ä@ÄÆªy¡C ¦PÍ¢°Û¸ÖÁöµM¦³¤H¡Aäê¿ô«o¤£¯à¡C
¦PÍ¢°Û¸ÖÁöµM¦³¤H¡Aäê¿ô«o¤£¯à¡C4. ²³¤H³£·Q¦P¥D°ª¶Q¡A¨õ½â«o³£¬È¡C
·í¥D¤Z¨Æ¬°¥L¹w³Æ¡A¥L´N¤jÆg¬ü¡C ·í¥Dµy·L¨D¥L¤@ÂI¡A´N¥ßµo«è¨¥¡C ·í¥Dµy·L¨D¥L¤@ÂI¡A
´N¥ßµo«è¨¥¡C5. ¦ý¨º¸Û¹ê·R¥Dªº¤H¡Aº×ºÖ³£¤£°Ý¡F
´N¬O¥LÌÄ_¶Q¤ß¦å¡A¤]Ä@¬°¥D±Ë¡C ¨D¥Dµ¹§Ú³o¼Ë¤ß§Ó¡A¨ª©¾§Ñ¥Í¦º¡C ¨D¥Dµ¹§Ú³o¼Ë¤ß§Ó¡A¨ª©¾§Ñ¥Í¦º¡C1. Many
crowd the SaviourÕs kingdom, Few receive His cross; Many seek His
prize and honour, Few
would suffer loss. For
the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but
dross, For the dear sake of the
Master, Counting all
but dross.2. Many long to share His glory, Few will bear His
shame;
Many long to share
His power, Few
will suffer loss. Almost none would
for His kingdom Count their all as dross; Almost
none would for His
kingdom Count their all as dross.3. Many sit at
Jesus?table, Few will
fast with Him, When the sorrow cup of anguish Trembles so the brim. Few
watch with Him in
the garden, Who
have sung the hymn; Few watch with
Him in the garden, Who
have sung the hymn.4. Many
will confess His
wisdom, Few embrace His shame. Many, should He smile upon
them, Will His
praise proclaim; Then, if for a while He leave them, They
desert His
name; Then, if for a while He leave
them, They
desert His name.5. But the
souls who love Him
truly, Let woe come or bliss, These
will count
their dearest
hearts?blood Not
their own, but His. Saviour,
Thou who thus
hast loved me, Give me love like this; Saviour,
Thou who thus hast
loved me, Give
me love like this.ªÖ°ö¡]Thomas Kempis,
1380-1471¡^¬O¥H½s¼g¡m®Äªk°ò·þ¡n¡]Imitation of
Christ¡^¦Ó»D¦W©ó¥@¡C¥L¥Í©ó¼w°ê¡A¬¡¤F¤E¤Q¦h·³¡A¤@¥Í»P¥D¥æ³q¡B¼g§@¡B§Û¼g¡C¥L§â¸t¸g«ÀY¨ì§À§Û¼g¡A¤@¦@§Û¼g¤F¥|¹M¡C¥Lªº¡m®Äªk°ò·þ¡n«ÜÀ°§U¤H¡A¸Ö¤H¤û¹y¦b¥£Áõ²î¤W¡AÄÆ¬v¹L®ü¤u§@ªº®ÉÔ¡A´N¬OŪ¤F³o¥»®Ñ¦Ó±o±Ï¡C³oº¸Öºq¬O®Äªk¡m®Äªk°ò·þ¡nªºµ²ªG¡Cì¨Ó¦³¤H®Ú¾Ú®Ñ¤¤²Ä¤G¥U¡m¤º¦bªº¥Í©R¡n²Ä¤Q¤@³¹¡u¤Ö¦³Ä@·N·R¥D¤Q¬[¡v¤¤ªº¤ù¬q¡A«·s¥Î^¤å¸ÖªºÅéµôµoªí¡F³Ì«áÙ¬lÁn±N¥¦¤¶²Ð¨ì¤¤¤å¥@¬É¨Ó¡C³oº^¤å¸Ö¬O¡u¦L«×¤§§L¡v¦ã±ö¥i¡]Amy
Carmichael¡^ªº³Ì·R¡C¯÷±N®Ñ¤¤¤§¤ù¬q§Û¿ý¨Ã½Ķ¦p¤U¡GJESUS
has always many
who love His
heavenly kingdom, but few who bear His cross. He has many
who desire
consolation, but few who care for trial. He finds many to
share His table, but
few to take part in His fasting. All desire to be
happy with Him; few
wish to suffer anything for Him. Many follow Him to
the breaking of
bread, but few to the drinking of the chalice of His
passion. Many revere
His miracles; few approach the shame of the Cross.
Many love Him as
long as they encounter no hardship; many praise and
bless Him as long as
they receive some comfort from Him. But if Jesus hides
Himself and leaves
them for a while, they fall either into complaints
or into deep
dejection. Those, on the contrary, who love Him for His own
sake and not for any
comfort of their own, bless Him in all trial and
anguish of heart as
well as in the bliss of consolation. Even if He
should never give
them consolation, yet they would continue to praise Him
and wish always to
give Him thanks. What power there is in pure love for
Jesus ?love that is
flee from all self-interest and
self-love!C¿qÁ`¯à§ä¨ì¦³¤H·R¼}Í¢ªº°ê«×¡A¦ý¤Ö¦³¤HÄ@·NI°_¤Q¬[¡CÍ¢ªº©P³ò¦h¤H³g¨D¦w¶h¡A¦ý¤Ö¦³¤HÄ@·N§Ô¨ü¸Õ·Ò¡CÍ¢¹J¨ì¦h¤H»PÍ¢¦P®à¡A¦ý¤Ö¦³¤HÄ@·N¸T¹¡C¦h¤H´Á«Ý»PÍ¢¦P¥Ì¡A¤Ö¦³Ä@·N¦@W¡C¦h¤H´Á¬ß»PÍ¢¤@¦PÀ¼»æ¡A¦³½ÖÄ@¹ÁÍ¢ªºWªM¡H¦h¤H¸r¼}¯«ÂÝ©_¨Æ¡A¦³½ÖÄ@·N§Ô¨ü¤Q¬[â°d¡H¤H³£·RÍ¢Y¬O¤@¦|·¶¶¡F¤H³£ÆgÍ¢¥un¦w¼¢¦³¥[¡I¦ý¬O¥DYµy·LÁôÂäù¨è¡A¥L̥ߨè¶^Ë¡B©ê«è³s³s¡CµM¦Ó¨º¨Ç¨ª©¾·RÍ¢¡A¤£¨D¦Û¤v¦n³Bªº¤H¡AµL½×¬O·Î¼õ¸Õ·Ò©Î¯¬ºÖ³B³B¡A¨ÌµM¤ÞÁn°ªºq¡AºÙ¹|¤£¤w¡C¬J«K¬O±o¤£¨ì¤@µ·¦w¼¢¡A¥L̵̨MÆg¬ü¤£¥ð¡A·PÁ¤£Â_¡C®@¡A¦V¥D³æ¯Âªº·R¦³¦óµ¥ªº¯à¤O¡X¨ºµL¨pµL§Úªº·R¡I°¨¤B¸ô¼wªº¡u§Ú¯«¬O§Ú¤j¯à³ùÂS¡v§Ú¯«¤D¬O¤j¯à³ùÂS¡A¥Ã¤£¥¢±Ñ¥Ã°í©T¡FP©R¦MÃø±K§G¥|³ò¡AÍ¢¬O§Ú̪ºÀ°§U¡C§Ú̯À¨Ó¤³¼Ä¡A¤´µM®`§Ú¤£®§¡A¸Þp¯à¤O³£¤j¡A¤S°t¬½¤ß¬r»¶¡A¥@¬ÉµL¤H¥i¹ï¤â¡CA
mighty Fortress is
our God, A Bulwark never failing;Our Helper He, amid
the flood, Of mortal
ills prevailing;For still our ancient foe, Doth
seek to work us
woe;His craft and powÕr are great, And, armed with cruel
hate, On earth is
not his
equal.°¨¤B¸ô¼w¤@¦@¼g¤F¤T¤Q¤Cº¸Ö¡A³o¬O¨ä¤¤ªº¤@º¡A¤]¬O³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¤@º¡C³oº¸Ö¦n¹³xºq¤@¼Ë¡A©Ò±a¥X¨Óªº¤O¶q¡A¤ñ°¨¤B¸ô¼wªºÁ¿¹DÁÙn¤j¡C³\¦h¤H¦]³oº¸ÖÂ÷¶}¤Ñ¥D±Ð¦Ó¸òÀH°¨¤B¸ô¼w¡A®t¤£¦h©Ò¦³¼w°ê¤H³£³ßÅw³oº¸Öºq¡CªL¥d¯Sªº¡u§ÚÌ»ôÁn·PÁ¡v1.
§ÚÌ»ôÁn·PÁ¡A¥H¤ß¥HÆFÆg§Ú¯«¡F ¬OÍ¢¦¨´N¤@¤Á¡A¤j¦a¦]¦¹¦ÓÅwÄË¡C
¦Û±q¥X¥G¥À¸¡¡A¬OÍ¢¤@¸ô¯¬ºÖ¡I ®¦½çµL²PµLÃä¡A²²·Rª½¨ì¤µ¤Ñ¡C2.
¦p¦¹Â×´Iªº¯«¡AÄ@Í¢§@§Ú²×¨¦ñ¡F ¹ª»R§K§Ú¤U¨I¡A¨Ï§Ú±`¼Ö¨Ãªø¦w¡C
«O¦u¦bÍ¢¤ß¤W¡A¸Ñ§Ú¤ß¤¤°gªÉ¡F ²æÂ÷¤@¤Á¯fµh¡A¨É¨ü·Rªº®¦Ãd¡C3.
Æg¬üÂk©ó§Ú¯«¡A¸UºÖ¤§·½¤Ñ¤W¤÷¡F Æg¬üÂk©ó§Ú¯«¡A¥Ã»·¤§¤l¥D°ò·þ¡C
¤Ñ¦a»ôÁnÅw©I¡A¤T¤@¯u¯«§Ú¥D¡F Æg¬üÁn®ö¨Ì¡A±q¤µª½¨ì¥Ã¤[¡C1. Now
thank we all our God, with
heart
and hands and
voices, Who
wondrous things has done, in
Whom this world
rejoices; Who
from our mothers?arms, has
blessed us on our way With
countless gifts of
love, and still is ours today.2. O may
this bounteous
God through all our life be
near us, With ever joyful
hearts and
blessed peace to cheer
us; And
keep still in grace, and guide us when
perplexed; And free us
from all ills, in this world and the next.3. All
praise and thanks to
God the Father now be given; The
Son and Him Who reigns
with Them in highest heaven; The one eternal God, Whom earth and
heaven adore; For thus it was, is now, and
shall be
evermore.¦b¼w°ê¤Hªº¤ß¥Ø¤¤¡A°£¤F°¨¤B¸ô¼w¥~¡AªL¥d¯S¡]Martin
Rinkart,
1586-1649¡^ªº¸Öºq³Ì¯àÀ°§U¥LÌ¡C³oº¸ÖºqªºI´º¬O«D±`´dºGªº¡AµM¦ÓªL¥d¯S¹³¦ý¥H²zªº¤TÓªB¤Í¡AÁöµM¸g¹L¤õ¿N¡A«o¤@ÂI¤õ½`ªº¨ý¹D³£¨S¦³¡CªL¥d¯S¨ü¹LW¡A¦ý¬O¥Lªº¸Ö«o¨S¦³¤@ÂIWªº¨ý¹D¡C¨º®É¥¿¬O¼w°ê¾ú¥v¤W»D¦Wªº¤T¤Q¦~¾Ôª§¡AªL¥d¯S«o¦í¦b³o¾Ôª§µJÂIªº·RÛ³ù¡CÀHµÛ¾Ôª§¦Ó¨Óªº¬O½E¬Ì¡A¦º¤F«Ü¦h¤H¡C¥«¬F©²¤Hû¤]®t¤£¦h¥þ³¡¦º¤F¡A¥u³Ñ¤U¤TÓ¤H¡CªL¥d¯S¦]¬°¬OªA¨Æ¯«ªº¤H¡A©Ò¥Hnݰµ¥«¬F©²³o¤TÓ¤Hªº¨Æ¡A¨C¤Ñn¬°¤¤QÓ¦º¤H°e¸®¡C°_ªìÁÙ¦³´XÓªA¨Æ¯«ªº¤H¤@°_°µ¡A«á¨Ó³o¨ÇªA¨Æªº¤H¤]¨ü¶Ç¬V¦Ó¦º¡A±©¥L±o¯««O¦u¡C¥L¨C¤Ñ´N¬O¥h±´³X¯f¤H¡A¦w¼¢¥LÌ¡A¬ÝµÛ¥LÌÂ÷¥@¡A³Ì«á¬°¥L̦w¸®¡F¦¹¥~¤S¦³x§L¨ÓºV¶B©M¸ì¸ïµ¥µ¥¡CªL¥d¯S´N¬O¦b³o´dºG¡B½a§x¡B½E¬ÌªºÀô¹Ò¤¤¨Æ©^¥D¡C¦b¾Ô¨Æµ²§ô«e¥|¦~¡A¥L¼g¤F³oº¸Öºq¡A¥Øªº¬On¦w¼¢¨º¨Ç¦bWÃøªº§Ì¥SÌ¡C¦ý¬O«Ü§Æ©_¡A¦b³oº¸Ö¸Ì±¡A§¹¥þ¬Ý¤£¥X¡B»D¤£¥X¡B·Pı¤£¥X¦³¥ô¦ó¨üWªº¨ý¹D¡A¤Ï¦Óº¡¦³Æg¬ü¡C·PÁÂ¥D¡A½ç§Ú̳o»ò¬ü¦n¡B¿W¯Sªº¸Öºq¡Cô«¢¯Sªº¡u®@¥D¡A§A·R¿ñÁïµLÃä¡v1.
®@¥D¡A§A·R¿ñÁïµLÃä¡A»·¶W§Ú̩үà·Q¨£¡I
·P¿Eªº¤ßºòÁp©ó§A¡AÄ@§A´xÅvµL¤H¤Ç¼Ä¡F ¥þÄÝ©ó§A¡A³æÄÝ©ó§A¡A¡u·R¡v¨Ó¿UÂI¦¹±¡¦¹·N¡I2.
®@¡A·R¡A§Ú³ß§Aªº¥ú½÷¡A¶Â¼v¦]§A»·¹P°ª¸¡A ¼~·T·Ð¼{¤]³£Âè¸Ñ¡A·í§A¥ú½u·Ó§Ú¥@¬É¡F
§N»Å¦B³·±q¦¹¤Æ¶}¡A«ä·Q¡A°Ê§@³£¥Rº¡·R¡I3. ¨S¦³¤°»ò¥i¦û³o¤ß¡A°£¤F§A¨º¯Â¼ä·R±¡¡A
®@¡AÄ@³o·Rµn¤WÄ_®y¡A§A¬O§Úªº«a°Ã¡A³ß¼Ö¡F
¥D¡A§l¤Þ§Ú¡A§ÚnŧA¡A§A¨º¤£°±·²ªºª`·N¡I1. No thought can reach, no tongue declare; Unite my thankful
heart with Thee And reign without a rival there. To Thee alone, dear
Lord, I live; Myself to Thee, dear Lord, I
give.2. O,
grant that nothing
in my soul May dwell
but Thy pure love alone! Oh, may Thy love
possess
me whole, My joy,
my treasure, and my crown! All coldness
from my heart
remove; My every act, word, thought, be love.3. O love, how cheering
is thy ray! All pain before
thy presence flies; Care,
anguish, sorrow,
melt away Wherever
thy healing beams arise. O Jesus, nothing
may I see,
Nothing desire or
seek, but
Thee!¦b¼w¤å¸Öºqªº¥@¬É¸Ì±¡A¤j®a¤½»{ô«¢¯S¡]Paul
Gerhardt,
1606-1676¡^ªº¸Ö¼g±o³Ì¦n¡A¬Æ¦Ü¶W¶V°¨¤B¸ô¼w¡C¥L¤]¬O¼w°ê¤T¤Q¦~¾Ôª§®É¥Nªº¤H¡C³oº¸Öºq¬O½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«±q¼w¤å½Ķ¹L¨Óªº¡C®uºÖ°Çªº¡u®@¡I°ò·þªº¤Q¦r¬[¡v®uºÖ°Ç¡]Angelus
Silesius [Johannes
Scheffler],
1624-1677¡^¬O¤@¦ì¤ý«ÇÂå¥Í¡C¦]¬°¥L±o¤F«Ü¦h¶ø¯µ¬£¤§§@«~ªºÀ°§U¡A«K¼gF¤@¨Ç«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡A§Æ±æ¸ô¼w·|¯àÀ°¥L¥Xª©¡A¦]¦Ó²£¥Í½Ä¬ð¡A³Qµø¬°²§ºÝ¡F¥L«D±`¥Í®ð¡A«KÂ÷¶}¸ô¼w·|¡A¦^¨ì¤Ñ¥D±Ð¥h¡C³o¬O¤@¥ó«Ü¥i±¤ªº¨Æ¡C¦^¨ì¤Ñ¥D±Ð«á¡A¥L§ï¦W´«©m¡A¨º´N¬O«e±ªº¦W¦r¡F¤¤©·¸¹¸Ì±ªº¬O¥Lì¨Óªº¦W¦r¡C¥L©Ò§ïªº³oÓ¦W¦r¡A¬O¬ö©À¦è¯Z¤ú¥t¥~ªº¤@Ó¶ø¯µ¬£¡C³o§Ì¥Sªº¸Öºq¬O«Ü¦³¥÷¶qªº¡A¸Õ¬Ý¥L¦b¥¼¦^¤Ñ¥D±Ð«eªº¤@º§@«~«K¥i¥Hª¾¹D¡G1.
°ò·þÁö¯à¤d½ë¡A°¥Í©ó§B§Q«í¡A Y¥¼¬¡§A¤ß§¢¡A±Ï®¦¤´¬OµL¦¨¡C
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¥X¤v¡A¯«´N¶i¤J¡A¦º¤v¡A¯«´N¬¡¥X¡F µL§A¡A´N¦³°ò·þ¡AµLª«¡A´N±o¸Uª«¡C3.
§AYn»{Ãѯ«¡A¡u·R¡v¬O³Ìµu¸ô®|¡F §AY¸ò±q´¼¼z¡A ´NÃø§K±`¨±°j¡C §AY¤£¬°¦Û¤v
´M¨D¬Æ»ò§Q¯q¡A ¯«ªº¸t¼ä·R¤ß ´Nn¥Rº¡§AÆF¡C1. Though Christ a
thousand times In
Bethlehem be born, If HeÕs not born in thee Thy soul is still forlorn.
The Cross on
Golgotha, Will never
save thy soul; The Cross in thine own
heart, Alone can make thee whole.Refrain: O,
Cross of Christ, I
take
thee into this heart
of mine, To
help me die to my own self, And
rise
to Thy life
Divine.2. WhateÕer thou lovest, man, That
too become thou
must; God, if thou lovest God, Dust, if thou lovest dust, Go
out, God
will come in; Die thou and let Him live; Be
not and He will be; Wait
and
HeÕll all things give.3. To bring thee to thy God, Love
takes the
shortest route; The way which knowledge leads, Is but a roundabout. Drive
out from thee the
world, And then thy heart shall be Filled
with the
love of God, And holy like as
He.³o¦³¥÷¶qªº¸Öºq¡A«Ü¦h¤H¥H¬°¬O»\®¦¤Ò¤H¼gªº¡A¨ä¹ê¬O®uºÖ°Ç§Ì¥S¼gªº¡A¦ý³o»~¶Ç¯d¦s¤F»á¤[¡C«Å«H½s¸Öºqªº®ÉÔ¡A§ä¨ì¤F³oº¸Öºq¡A«K¬°¥¦½Õ¤W½Õ¤l¡A§Ë¦¨ºÖµ¸ÖºqÅéµô¡AÙ¬lÁn¤S§â¥¦Â½¦¨¤¤¤å¡Cȱo¤@´£ªº¬O¡F³o¤@ºªº^¤åͤ妳¤£¤Ö¯u²zªº·v²«¡A½¦¨¤¤¤å¤§«á³o¨ÇÃø³B´N¤£¨£¤F¡C·q°@¬£¸Öºq°¨¤B¸ô¼w§ï±Ð«á¤@¦Ê¦~¡A¦]¬°¥LÌ¥uµÛ«¯u²z¡A¥HP¾ãÓ¸ô¼w·|Åܱo¨I´e¡C¨º®É¯«¿³°_¤@¯Z§Ì¥S̨ӡAn±N«H¥õ±a¶i¥Í¬¡¸Ì±¡F©Ò¥H¥L̦b¤@°_¦³¥æ³q¡A¦b®a¸Ì¤@°_Ū¸t¸g¡C±q«e°¨¤B¸ô¼w»¡¨C¤@Ó¤H³£¬O²½¥q¡A¦ý¬O¦b»E·|·q«ô¯«ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤j®a³£¤£°Ê¡A¥u¦³¤@Ó¤H¦b¨º¸ÌÁ¿¡C²{¦b¥L̦b®a¸Ì»E·|ªº®ÉÔ¡A¯u¯àÅã¥X¤H¤H¬Ò²½¥q¡A¤@°_Ū¸gë§i¡A©¼¦¹¤À¨É¡B¥æ³q©M¨ÑÀ³¡A¾ãÓ»E·|¬¡°_¨Ó¤F¡A«á¨Ó¤]µ¹¸ô¼w·|±a¨Ó¤F´_¿³¡C¾ú¥vºÙ³o¨Ç¤H¬°·q°@¬£¡C·q°@¬£ªº§Ì¥S¦´Á¬O¹L«H¤ßªº¥Í¬¡¡A¦Ó¥B¿ì¤F«Ü¦h©t¨à°|¡C¾ú¥v¤W»D¦Wªº¼}°Ç¡]George
Muller¡^©M¥Lªº©t¨à°|¡A¤]¬O¨ü·q°@¬£§Ì¥S̪º¼vÅT¡C¼}°Ç¬O¼w°ê¤H¡A¥L¶}¿ì©t¨à°|ªº«ä·Q¬O±q·q°@¬£¨Óªº¡F¥L¤S¦^¨ì¼w°ê¥h¡A»P·q°@¬£ªº§Ì¥S±µÄ²¡A¬Ý¥L̦p¦ó¾Ì«H¤ß¡A«ç»ò¿ì©t¨à°|¡A¦¹«á¤]·Ó¼Ë¿ì¤F©t¨à°|¡C¼w©_®Ú¡]Gerhard
Tersteegen,
1697-1769¡^¦b·q°@¬£¸Ì±¡A¦³¤@ÓµÛ¦Wªº¶ø¯µ¬£¼w©_®Ú§Ì¥S¡A¥L¼g¤F«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªº¸Ö¡C¼w©_®Ú¦b¥®µ£ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤÷¿Ë´NÂ÷¶}¤F®a®x¡A©Ò¥H¥L¬O¦b³æ¿Ë¡B³h§xªº®a®x¸Ìªø¤j¡C¥L«Ü·QŪ¯«¾Ç¡A«o¨S¦³¿ú¡A¥u¦³±q°Ó¡F¤Sµoı°µ¥Í·Nªá¶O¥L¤Ó¦hªº®É¶¡¡A¼vÅT¤F¥L»P¥Dªº¿Ëªñ¡C©ó¬O¥L¥t³V¤@¥÷¤£·|¼vÅT¥L©M¥D¿Ëªñªº¤u§@¡Fµ²ªGµ¹¥L§ä¨ì¤F¡X´¥¬¡C¥L§ä¨Ó¤@¬[´¥¬¾÷©ñ¦b®a¤¤¡A¤@±Â´¥¬¡A¤@±»P¥D¥æ³q¡F¥L³\¦h¸Öºq´N¬O³o¼Ë¨Óªº¡C¥Lªº¸Öºq¦h¬O¨©¨Z©n©f´À¥L½Ķªº¡A½±o«D±`¦n¡F¥H¤U¦C¥X½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«©Ò½ªº¤@º¡G§A³o¯«ªºÁôÂ꺷R¡AªøÁï°ª²`¡AµL¤Hª¾±x¡F»·»·§Ú¨£§Aªº¥ú±m¡A§Ú´N¼Û®§±æ±o¦w®§¡F§Ú¤ßµhW¡A¤£¯à¦w®§¡A°£«D§Ú¤ß¦w®§©ó§A¡CThou
hidden love of God,
whose height,Whose depth unfathomed no one knows,I
see from afar Thy
beauteous light,Inly I sigh for Thy repose;My heart
is pained, nor can
it beAt rest, till it finds rest in
Thee.¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¡]Count Zinzendorf,
1700-1760¡^·q°@¬£¸Ì±¦³¶ø¯µ¬£¡A¦ý·q°@¬£¤£³£¬O¶ø¯µ¬£¡CÁ¿¨ì·q°@¬£¡A³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¬O¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¡C«e¤å¤w»¡¹L¡A¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¬OÓ·R¥Dªº¶Q±Ú¡A¤j¾Ç²¦·~¤£¤[«K±N¦Û¤v©^Ämµ¹¥D¡A¤S±N¦Û¤v¦bªF¼wªº¤@¤j¤ù¤g¦a®³¥X¨Ó¡A±µ«Ý¦U¦a¨ü¹G¢ªº°ò·þ®{¡C³o¨Ç¨Ó¦Û¦U¦aªº¨üW§Ì¥S¡AÁöµMI´º¤£¤@¼Ë¡A«o©¼¦¹¬Û·R¡A¦¨¤F¦X¤@ªº¨£ÃÒ¡A¤]±a¨Ó¤F¾ú¥v¤WµÛ¦Wªº¼¯º¸ºû¨È¤j´_¿³¡C¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò¦@¼g¤F¨â¤dº¥H¤Wªº¸Öºq¡A²{¤¶²Ð¨ä¨âº¸Öºq¡A²Ä¤@º¤w¦C¦b½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«ªºÄ¶§@¸Ì¡C§Ú¥DC¿q¬O§Úªº¸q¡A§Úªº¬üÄR¡A§ÚªºÀA¦ç¡F¦bÄ_®y«eªA¦¹²±¸Ë¡A§Ú¯à©ïÀYÅw¼Öºq°Û¡CJesus,
Thy blood and
righteousnessMy beauty are, my glorious dress;ÕMidst
flaming worlds, in
these arrayed,With joy shall I lift up my
head.²Ä¤Gº¡G¸t®{²³¤ß·R¸Ì¬Ûô¡A¦P¦b¥D¸Ì¨É¦w®§¡F±Ï¥D¤j·R¿Eµo·R¤ß¡A¦p¦¹¬Û·R¥Ã¬Û¿Ë¡C¦P§@ªÏÅé¨Ì¾a¤¸º¡A²³¥ú¤Ï¬M¥D¤éÀY¡F¦P¬°¥S§Ì¡A¦æ¥D¦®·N¡A¥D¸Ì¬Ûô쬰¤@¡CChristian
hearts, in love
united;Seek alone in Jesus rest;Has He not your love
excited?Then let
love inspire each breast.Members ÐÐ on our Head
depending,Lights ÐÐ reflecting Him, our
Sun,Brethren ÐÐHis commands attendingWe
in Him, our Lord,
are one.©Ô¥Ë¯S¡]Jonhann Casper Lavater,
1741-1801¡^ÁÙ¦³¤@º¼w¤åªº¸Öºq»Ýn¤¶²Ð¤@¤U¡A³oº¼w¤å¸Ö¤£¬O¼w°ê¤H¼gªº¡A¬O¤@¦ì·ç¤h¤H©Ô¥Ë¯S¡]Jonhann
Casper
Lavater¡^©Ò¼g¡C®@¥D¨D§Aªø¦b§Ú¤ß¡A§A¥~¦AµL¥L¨D¡F¨Ï§Ú³v¤é»P§A§ó¿Ë¡A³v¤é¦V¸o¦Û¥Ñ¡C°Æºq¡GÄ@§A³v¤éºû«ùªº¤O¡A¤´µMÅU§Ú³n®z¡F§Aªº«G¥ú°£§Ú³±Ák¡A¥Í©R§]§Ú¦º²U¡CO
Jesus Christ, grow
Thou in me,And all things else recede;My heart be
daily nearer
Thee,From sin be daily freed.Refrain:Each day let Thy
supporting might My
weakness still embrace;My darkness vanish in Thy
light,Thy life my
death
efface.³o¬O¤@º¨å«¬ªº¶}¦è»E·|¸Öºq¡A«o¤£¬O¼g©ó¶}¦è»E·|ªº®É´Á¡A¦Ó¬O¦³\¦h¦~¡C©Ô¥Ë¯S¬O·ç¤h¤@¦ì¸Ö¤H¡A¦@¼g¤F¤C¦Êº¸Ö¡A³£¬O«Ü¨üÅwªïªº¸Öºq¡Cªk¤å¸Öºq»¡¨ìªk°ê¡A»\®¦¤Ò¤H¡]Madame
Guyon,
1648-1717¡^³Ì¬°¤H©ÒÃÑ¡C¦o¬O¤@¦ì¶ø¯µ¬£©n©f¡A³Q¥D¤j¤j¨Ï¥Î¡C¦oªº¯SÂI¬O´z¿ï¤Q¦r¬[¡A¤£¬OÁ¿¡u¤Q¦r¬[¡v¡CÁ¿¡u¤Q¦r¬[¡v³Ì¦nªº¬O»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¡AÁ¿¡u´z¿ï¤Q¦r¬[¡v³Ì¦nªº¬O»\®¦¤Ò¤H¡C»\®¦¤Ò¤Hªº§@«~¦³«Ü¦hªºª÷¤l¡A¤]¦³¤£¤Öªº¬â¤l¡C¬â¤l¡A§Ṳ́£¯àn¡Fª÷¤l¡A§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¯Án¡C²{¤¶²Ð¦o¨âº¥Nªí§@¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤@º¡G1.
ªø¤[¸g¾ú¤w¸gªíÅã¡A¼~·T¤£¯àªø¦b§A«e¡F
§Ú¥D¡A§Úªº®È©~´H´»¡A¥Rº¡¦óµ¥¥Ì²¢º¡¨¬¡C2. ¤HY»{ÃѧAªº·R¯k¡A©Ò¦³¹Ò¹J³£¬O¬Û¦P¡F
µL½×¦ó¦b¡A¬O§A¦P¦b¡A¦b¤Ñ¦b¦a©Î¬O¦b®ü¡C3. ¦b§Ú¤wµL®É¶¡¦aÂI¡A§Ú®a¬O¦b¥ô¦ó¤¤¶¡¡F
§Ú¯à¦wÀR¨Ã¤£¼~«æ¡A¦]¬°¯«¬O¤]¦b¨º¸Ì¡A4. ¦³³B¤H¨D¡A¦³³B¤H±w¡A§Ú¦b¤¤¶¡µL¤@³ßÅw¡F
¥un§Ú¯«¤Þ¾É§Ú¸ô¡A©~¦í°_¦æ¦P¼Ë¬OºÖ¡C5. §ÚY³Q§ëµL§A¤§¸s¡A¨º¤~¯u¬O¥i©È©R¹B¡F
¦ý¬O¤£ºÞ¦a¬O¦h»·¡A§Ú¯àµo²{¯«¦b¤¤¶¡¡C6.
Åý§Ú±`¨ìÄ_®y¨D®¦¡A¦b©¼¤£n§@ӥͤH¡F ¯«¸tªº·R§@§Ú¨Ì¾Ì¡A¥¦wç´§@§Ú±¡§Î¡C1. My
Lord, how full of sweet
content; I
pass my years of banishment! whereÕer I dwell, I dwell with
Thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the
sea.2. To
me remains nor place
nor time; My country
is in every clime; I
can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since
God is there. 3. While place
we seek, or place we
shun The soul finds
happiness in none; But
with a God to guide
our way, ÕTis equal joy, to go or stay.4. Could I be cast where Thou
are not, That were indeed a dreadful lot: But regions none remote I
call, Secure of finding God in all.²Ä¤Gº¡G1. §Ú¬O¤@°¦Ãö¦bÅ¢¤¤ªº¤p³¾¡A
»·Â÷«C½µªá¯ó¡B¨Î¬ü¥Ð¥¡F ¬°§A³Q¥}¡A§Ú¤ß¦óµ¥°ª¿³¡A
²×¤é¦V§Aºq°Û¡A¦RÅS¬X±¡¡C2. §A·R®¹¸j§Úªº®öº©¯Í»H¡A Áº²ÓÅ¥§Úªº«ÕÀRºq°Û¡F
²¢¬üªº·R¡I¿EÀy¦óµ¥²`¨I¡A ¥Ì§@¥}¥£¡A¤£Ä@°ª¸»·¹P¡C3. ½Ö¯àÃѳz¦¹¤¤ÅKµ¡·¨ý¡A
¦]¯«¦®·N³ºÅܯ¬ºÖ®¦´f¡I ®@¡A¥D¡A§Ú·R§A©Ò©wªº¹D¸ô¡A Ä@¸U¦³¦V§AÆg¬ü¨ì¥Ã¥j¡C1. A little
bird l am, Shut from
the fields of air, And
in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me
there; Well
pleased a prisoner to be, Because,
my
God, it pleaseth
Thee.2. Nought have I else to do, I sing the whole day
long; And He whom most I love to
please Doth listen to my song; He
caught and bound my
wandering wing; But
still He bends to hear me sing.3. O
it is good to soar These
bolts and bars above! To
Him whose purpose I
adore, Whose providence I love; And in Thy mighty will to find The joy,
the freedom of the
mind.±N»\®¦¤Ò¤Hªºªk¤å¸Öºq¤¶²Ð¨ì^¤åªº¡A³Ì¦¬O¬_¬f¡]William
Cowper¡^¡F¦Ó±N¨ä±a¨Ó¤¤¤å¥@¬Éªº¬O«\¦¨µØÂå¥Í¡C¦p²Ä¤Gº¸Ö¡A«\§Ì¥S½Ķªº®ÉÔ¡Aı±o«öì¤åªº¼Ö«ß¦r¼Æ¡A«ÜÃøªí¹Fì¤å·N«ä¡A«K®ÄªkÙ¬lÁn¡A´«¤F½Õ¤l¡A¥H«K±N¸Öªº·Pıµo´§¥X¨Ó¡C³oº¸Öºq¬O»\®¦¤Ò¤H§¤¨cªº®ÉÔ¼gªº¡C¦o»¡¡AºÊ¨c¸Ì±¨C¤@¶ô¥ÛÀY³£¹³Ä_¥Û¤@¼Ë¡C¦o¦b¨üW®É¼gªº¸Öºq¡A«o¨S¦³¤@ÂI¨üWªº¨ý¹D¡A¯u¬O«D±`¬üÄRªº¸Öºq¡C»\®¦¤Ò¤H¤@¦@¼g¤F¤E¦Êº¸Ö¡A¥|¤Q¥»ªºµÛ§@¡C¦]¦o¬O¤Ñ¥D±Ðªº¶ø¯µ¬£¡A¦oªºµÛ§@¸Ì¦³¤£¤Ö¬â¥Û¡A¬O§Ṳ́£©yª½±µ¾\Ūªº¡C·PÁÂ¥D¡A¯«ÂÇ»«¸ô©ö®v¥À±N¨ä¹LÂo¤F¡A¦b¤¤¤åªºÂ½Ä¶¥»¡A¯«¤]ÂÇ«\¦¨µØ§Ì¥S¹LÂo¹L¤F¡C§ÚÌ·PÁÂ¥D§â³o¨Ç¬ü¦nªº¸Öºq½àµ¹§ÚÌ¡C12¤G¤Q¥@¬öªº¸Öºq¦b^¤å¸Öºqªºµo®i¥v¤W¡A²Ä¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¥i¥H»¡¬O¤@ÓÂצ¬ªº¥@°O¡CµL½×±q¶q»P½è¤W¡A³£¬OµL»PÛ¤ñ¡C¦b¸Öªº¤è±¦³¤û¬z¡B¶}¦è©M§Ì¥S¹B°Ê»P¥D¬y¸Öºq¶×¦¨¹d¤jªº¬x¬y¡A¦Ó¦bºqªº¤è±«h¬OºÖµ¸Öºq¿³°_©Ò±a¨ÓµL¤ñªº±Û·¡C¨ì¤F¤G¤Q¥@¬ö¡AºÖµ¸ÖºqÄ~Äòµo®i´X¥G¦¨¤F¤@¤ä¿W¨q¡A»\¹L¤F¥j¨å¸Öºqªº¥ú¨~¡C¦Ü©ó«áªÌ¡A¤û¬z¹B°Ê¤£¦A¡A¶}¦è©M§Ì¥S¹B°Êªº²Ä¤G¥N¦ü¥G¬O·s¤H¤£Ä~¡CºÖµ¸Öºqªº±ÆÀ½®ÄÀ³¡A«o¨Ï¥j¨å¸Öºqªºµo®i¨«¦V²~ÀV¡C©Ò©¯¯«¤´Â¿³°_¤@¨Ç³Ç¥X¸Ö¤H¡A¥L̪º§@«~µS¦p©]ªÅ¸Ìªº¬P¬P¡AÁöµMµ}²¨¡A«o¬OÀéÄêÄ£²´¡I¤U±§ÚÌ¥ý¤¶²Ð¤@¤U´XººÖµ¸Öºq¡C¨½°Ò¡]Frederic
M. Lehman, 1868-1953¡^1. ¯u¯«¤§·R¡A°¶¤jµL½a¡A¤f¦Þµ§¾¥Ãø¥H§Î®e¡F
°ª¶W½Ñ¬P¡A²`¹F¦aº»¡AªøÁï°ª²`¡A¥@µL¬Û¦P¡C
©l¯ª¥Ç¸o¡A¼Z¤J¤Þ»¤¡A¯«»º·R¤l¬@±Ï¡F ¨Ï§Ú¸o¤H»P¯«©M¦n¡A³j§K¤@¤Á¸o¤×¡C °Æºq¡G
ªü¯«¤§·R¡A¦óµ¥Â×´I¡A°¶¤jµLµL¶q¡F¡@¥Ã»·°í©w¡A¥Ã»·¤£ÅÜ¡A¤Ñ¨Ï¸t®{¹|´¡C1. The
love of God is greater
far, Than tongue or pen can ever
tell; It goes beyond the highest
star, And reaches to the lowest hell; The guilty pair, bowed down
with
care, God gave His son to win; His erring child He reconciled, And
pardoned from his
sin. Refrain: Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How
measureless and
strong! It shall forevermore
endure, The
saints?and
angels?
song.³oº¸Öºqªº§@ªÌ¦³¨âÓ»¡ªk¡A¤@Ó»¡³oº¸Öºq¬O¥Ñ¤@Ó¥Õ·ö¼gªº¡F¥t¤@Ó»¡¥¦ªº§@ªÌ¬O¨½°Ò¡C¨½°Ò¬O®³¼»°Ç¤H·|ªºªª®v¡A¦bIndiana©MIllinois¨Æ©^¡C®³¼»°Ç¤H·|¬O¸t¼ä¹B°Ê¸Ì±ªº¤@¤ä¡C±§Bªù¡]J.
Wilbur Chapman,
1859-1918¡^1.
¦³¤@¤é¤Ñ¤W¥Rº¡¹|ÆgÁnµ¡A¦³¤@¤é¶Â·tÅ¢¸n¥þ¤HÃþ¡F ¥DC¿q³ºÂǵ£¤k¦¨¦×¨¡A¦í¦b¤H¤¤¶¡Åã¥X¯«¥ú½÷¡C °Æºq¡G
Í¢¥Í¬°·R§Ú¡AÍ¢¦º¬°±Ï§Ú¡A Í¢®I¸®¬°n°£¥h§Ú¸oÄ^¡AÍ¢´_¬¡¦Óª@¤Ñ¡A
§ÚºÙ¸q±o³Ó¡F¤@¤éÍ¢¦A¨Ó¡A±µ§Ú¶iºaÄ£¡C1. One day when heaven
was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was
as black as could be, Jesus came
forth to be born
of a virginÐÐ Dwelt among men, my example is He! Refrain: Living,
He
loved me; dying, He
saved me; Buried,
He carried my sins far away; Rising,
He justified freely
forever; One
day HeÕs coming ÐÐO glorious
day!³o¬O¤@º§ÚÌ«D±`¼ô±xªº¸Öºq¡A§@ªÌ¬O±§Bªù¡C³o¦ì±§Bªù¤£¬O§Ì¥S·|ªº¨ºÓ±§Bªù¡]Robert
Chapman¡^¡F¥L¬O¬ü°ê¤@¦ì°¶¤jªº§G¹D®a¡C¦b³oººÖµ¸Öºq¸Ì¡A¥L±NºÖµ¯u²z²M·¡¦aªí¹F¥X¨Ó¡G±Ï®¦¤£³æ©ó¤Q¦r¬[¡A¥D¨Ó¨ì¦a¤W¤£³æ¬°§Ṵ́v¤Q¦r¬[¡FÍ¢¤]¬°§ÚÌ´_¬¡¡A¬°§Ṳ́ɤѡA¦³¤@¤ÑÍ¢ÁÙn¦A¨Ó¡F³o¤@¤Á³£¬O°ò·þ¬°§Ṵ́µªº¡C§B¯Ç¼w¡]George
Bernard, 1873-1958¡^1. ¦b»·¤sÁq¥ßµÛ¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[¡A§@¬°²Û°dµhW¼Ð°OF
§Ú·R³o¤Q¦r¬[¦]¥DÂ÷ºaÄ£®a¡A¨Ó¦b¤W±´À¤H¨ü¦º¡C °Æºq¡G
§ÚÄ_¨©¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[¡A¤@ª½¨ì§ÚÁ¥ñ¥D¸}«e¡F §Ú°í«ù¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[¡Aµ¥¦³¤Ñ§Ú±N¥¦´««a°Ã¡C1. On
a hill far away Stood an old rugged cross, The
emblem of suffÕring and
shame; And I love that old cross Where
the dearest and best For a
world of lost sinners
was slain. Refrain: So IÕll cherish the old rugged
cross Till my trophies at last I
lay down; I
will cling to the old rugged
cross, And exchange it some day for a
crown.¤S¬O¤@º§Ú̫ܼô±xªº¸Öºq¡C¦b¬ü°ê¡A¤H¤H³£³ßÅw°Û¥¦¡A©Ò¥H¬ü°ê¦³¤TÓ¤p«°«Å§i¬O³oº¸Öºqªº«°½Ï¥Í¦a¡C³oº¸Öºq¤§©Ò¥H¨ü¤j²³³ß·R¡A¬O©M¸¯°ö²z¦³Ãö«Y¡C¼}}§G¹D¡A¦³¤s©_§@¸Öºqªº°t·f¡F¸¯°ö²z¤]¦³¤@¦ìºq°Û®a»P¥L°t·f¡A¦W¥sBervely
Shea¡C³oº¸Öºq´N¬O¥L°Û¥X¤F¦W¨Ó¡C³o¬O¤@º«Ü¦nªº¡B«D±`°Ê¤Hªº¤@ººÖµ¸Öºq¡A¨£ÃÒ¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[¡A¬O¥Ã»·¥j¦ÑªººÖµ¡FºÖµ¥u¦³¤@Ó¡A¥¦¤£·|§ó·sªº¡A¨S¦³²Ä¤Gª©¡B²Ä¤Tª©¡F¤H¤H³£»Ýn³o¥j¦ÑªººÖµ¡C¦³¤H§â¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[½§@¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[¡A¨ä¹ê¤Q¦r¬[¬O¦Ñ¦Ó¤£Â¡C©_¤hÀN©i¡]Thomas
O. Chisholm,
1866-1960¡^©_¤hÀN©i¬O¤@¦ì«Ü¥¤Zªº¬ü°ê§Ì¥S¡A±Ð¨|µ{«×¤£°ª¡A¤£¹L¥D«D±`ªº¨Ï¥Î¥L¡C¥L¤G¤Q¤C·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A°Ñ¥[¤F¤@Ó§G¹D·|¦Ó¨M§Ó«H¥D¡AµM«á¥D´N¨Ï¥Î¥L¼g¸Öºq¡F¤@¥Í¦@¼g¤F¤@¤d¨â¦Êº¡A¨ä¤¤¤K¦Êº¤w¸g°t¤Wµ¼Ö¥Xª©¤F¡C¨ì¤F¤T¤Q¤C·³¡A¥L§â¦Û¤v©^Ämµ¹¥D¡A¦bKentuckyªº½Ã²z¤½·|§@ªª®v¡A¥u¬O¥Lªº¨Åé¤éº¥³n®z¡AµLªk³Ó¥ôÁc«ªº¤u§@¡C¬ù¦b¤¤Q¤@·³¡A«KÂ÷¶}½Ã²z¤½·|¡A¾E©¹¯Ã¬ù¦{¡A¥H«OÀI¸g¬öºû¥Í¡A«á¤S¾E¨ì·s¿A¦è¦{¥h¡C¦b¥L¤@¤d¦hº¸Öºq¸Ì¡A§Ṳ́¶²Ð³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¤Tº¡C²Ä¤@º¡G1.
®@§Ún¹³§A¡A¥i·Rªº±Ï¥D¡A³o¬O§Ú©Ò¨D¡A¬O§Ú©Ò¼}¡F
§ÚÅw³ß¥á±ó¤@¤Áªº´I¨¬¡A¬ß±æ¯à©M§A§Î¹³¦X²Å¡C °Æºq¡G
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1. O to be like
Thee! blessed
Redeemer, This is my constant
longing and prayer. Gladly
IÕll forfeit all of earthÕs treasures, Jesus,
Thy perfect likeness to
wear. Refrain: O to be like Thee! O to be like Thee, Blessed
Redeemer,
pure as Thou art! Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness; Stamp
Thine own image deep
on my
heart.³o¬O¤@Óë§i¡A¬Û«H¤]¬O§Ú̪ºÃ«§i¡C³oº¸Öºq¬O¥L±o±Ï«á¥|¦~¼gªº¡F¥i¥H¬Ý¥X¥L¨º®É«D±`¤õ¼ö¡A«Ü§Æ±æ¯à°÷¹³¥D¡A¯à°÷¼Ò¦¨¯«¨à¤lªº§Î¶H¡C²Ä¤Gº¡G1.
¬¡µÛ¬°C¿q¡A¥u±æ¯à³æ¯Â¡A©Ò¦³ªº¤@¤Á³£¨DÍ¢³ß®®¡A
¦Û°Ê¨Ã¼Ö·N¨Ó¦VÍ¢§ë¶¶¡A³o¬O§Ú»X¯«½çºÖªº¯µ³Z¡C °Æºq¡G C¿q§Ú¥D¡A§Ú±Ï¥D¡A§Ú±N¦Û¤vµ¹§A¡A
¦]§A¬°§Ú¥N¦º®É¡Aµ¹ªº¬O§A¦Û¤v¡F ±q¦¹¡A§ÚµL§Oªº¥D¡A§Ú¤ß¬O§AÄ_®y¡A
§Úªº¤@¥Í¤@¥@¡A°ò·þ¡A¥un¬°§A¥Í¬¡¡C1. Living
for Jesus a life that is true, Striving
to
please Him in all
that I do, Yielding
allegiance, glad-hearted and
free, This is the pathway of
blessing for me. Refrain: O Jesus, Lord and
Saviour, I
give myself to Thee; For Thou
in Thy atonement, Didst
give
Thyself for me; I own no other Master, My heart shall be Thy throne,
My life I give
henceforth to live, O
Christ, for Thee
alone.³o¬O¥L½æ«OÀI¥H«á¼gªº¸Öºq¡C±q«e¥L¨Æ©^¯«¡A¯¸¦bÁ¿¥x¤WÃÒ¹D¡A¦b±Ð·|¸ÌªA¨Í¯«ªº¨à¤k¡F¦ý²{¦b¥L¨Åé³n®z¡A¯«¤£³\¥i¥L¨º¼ËªA¨Í¤U¥h¡A¥Ln¥Í¬¡¡A©Ò¥H¥L¥h½æ«OÀI¡C¨º»ò¡A¥L¦³¬Æ»ò·Pı©O¡H¥Lı±o¬¡µÛ¬°C¿q¡A¬°¥D¯¸Á¿¥x¡A¬O¬°¥D¬¡µÛ¡FªA¨Í¯«ªº¨à¤k¡A±´±æ§Ì¥S©n©f¡A¬O¬°¥D¬¡µÛ¡F²{¦b½æ«OÀI¡A¤]¬O¬°¥D¬¡µÛ¡C¯u¬O¤@º«Ü¬üÄRªº¸Öºq¡C¥L¬°¬Æ»òn½æ«OÀI©O¡H¦]¬°¨Å餣¦n¡C°·±d®tªº¤H©¹©¹¹ï©ú¤ÑµL§â´¤¡A·Q¨ì¦Û¤v¤£¥i¾a¡A·Q¨ì§O¤H¤]¤£¥i¾a¡A»Ýn¦³«OÀI¡F¥i¯à¦]¦¹¥LÂà¥h½æ«OÀI¡C¦ý¬O¶R³o¨Ç«OÀI¡A¬O¤£¬O¯uªº¥i¾a©O¡H¸g¹L´X¦~«á¡A¥L¨ì¤F¤¤Q¤C·³¡A§Ú·Q¥L½æ«OÀI¤w¦³¦n´X¦~¡A¥L¦³¤F¤@Ó·s·Pı¡G¥L©Ò¥H¬¡µÛ¡A¬O¦]¬°¯«¬O«H¹êªº¡F©Ò¥H´N¼g¤F¥H¤Uªº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤Tº¡G¡u§A«H¹ê¦ó¼s¤j¡v1.
¤÷ªü¡A¦b§A¨ÃµLÂà°Êªº¼v¨à¡A§Aªº«H¹ê·¥¨ä¼s¤jµLÃä¡C
¤d¸U»õ¸ü¡A§Aªº®¦´f¥Ã¦s¦b¡F§Aªº¼¦¼§¹³§A¥Ã»·¤£ÅÜ¡C °Æºq¡G §A«H¹ê¦ó¼s¤j¡I§A«H¹ê¦ó¼s¤j¡I
§Aªº¼¦¼§¨C±á³£¬O·sÂA¡I§Ú©Ò»Ý§A¸t¤â³£¹w³Æ§¹¥þ¡A §Aªº«H¹ê·¥¨ä¼s¤jµLÃä¡I1. Great
is Thy faithfulness,
O God my Father, There is no shadow of turning
with Thee; Thou
changest not, Thy
compassions they fail not; As
Thou hast
been Thou forever
wilt be. Refrain: Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is
Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see; All I have
needed Thy hand hath
provided. Great is
Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto
me!³Áº¸´µ¡]C. Austin Miles,
1868-1946¡^¶O«°¡]Philadelphia¡^¦³¤@¶¡ªø¬KÃþǩ²¡A´N¬O¨p¥ß»«¦{¤j¾Ç¡C§Ú̹ï³o¤j¾Ç¥i¯à¦L¶H¤£²`¡A¥uª¾¹DC¾|©M«¢¦ò¡A¨ä¹ê»«¦{¤j¾Ç¬O¦bªø¬KÃ꺾ǩ²¸Ì±«Ü¦nªº¤@©Ò¾Ç®Õ¡F³Áº¸´µ´N¬O¦b¨º¸ÌŪÂåÃĨt¡C¥i¬O¥L²¦·~«á¡Aı±o°µÃĨS¦³¬Æ»ò·N«ä¡A¤Ï¦Ó¬Ý¨£ºÖµ¸Öºq¨ì³BÀ°§U¤F³\¦h¤H¡A«K§ë¨©óºÖµ¸Öºqªº³Ð§@¡C¥L¼g¤F¤£¤Ö¸Öºq¡A§ÚÌ¥u¤¶²Ð¨ä¤¤¤Tº¡C²Ä¤@º¡G¡u¤µ§ÚµnÄÞÄÞ°ª¤s¡v1.
«e¦b®J¤Î¬°¸o¥£¹²¡A¤£ª¾¦ó¤é¦Û¥Ñ¡F ¨}¤ß±`¦³¸oªº«t¡AµL³B±o¬@±Ï¡A
¦p¤µÄݦa¨Æª«Äñ²Ö¡A¹ï§Ú¦AµLÃö«Y¡A µL¦ó¯à¨Ï§ÚÂ÷ºa¬ü¤§¦a¡C °Æºq¡G
¤µ§ÚµnÄÞÄÞ°ª¤s¡A¦b¥ú¤Ñ¤Æ¤é¤§¤¤¡F ¤µ§Ú¶¼ºuºu¬¡¬u¡Aªø¦~´é¬yµL²×¡F
¤µ§Ú±oÂ×´I¡A¦aº¡¨Å»e¡A¸ôºw¯×ªo¡A ®¦««¡X¼Ö«v¤µ§Ú©~ºa¬ü¤§¦a¡C1. Far
away the noise of
strife upon my ear
is falling, Then I know
the sins of earth beset on
every hand, Doubt and fear and
things of earth in vain to me are
calling, None
of these shall move me from Beulah Land. Refrain: IÕm living on
the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky, IÕm drinking at the
fountain that never
shall run dry; O yes, IÕm feasting on the manna
from a
bountiful supply, For I
am dwelling in Beulah Land.²Ä¤Gº¡G¡u¦bªá¶é¸Ì¡v1.
§Ú¿W¦Û¨Ó¨ìªá¶é¤¤¡Aª´ºÀªá¤WÅS¯]«G´¹´¹¡F
©¿¦³·Å¬XÁn¦V§Ú²Ó¥mÀ{¡Aì¨Ó¬O¯«¤lC¿q. °Æºq¡G Í¢»P§Ú¦P¦æ¡A¤S©M§Ú½Í¤ß¡A»´¹ï§Ú»¡§ÚÄÝ©óÍ¢¡F
§Ú»PÍ¢¦b¤@°_¡A±¡·N®ï®ï¡A§ó½Öª¾¦¹¤¤ÅwªY¡C1. I come to the garden alone, While
the
dew is still on the
roses, And
the voice I hear, Falling
on my ear, The
Son of God
discloses. Refrain: And He walks with me, and He talks with
me, And He tells me I
am His own; And
the joy we share as we tarry
there, None other has ever
known.²Ä¤Tº¡G¡u¼s¡A¼s¦ü¬vµLÃä¡v¼s¡A¼s¦ü¬vµLÃä¡F°ª¡A°ª¦ü³Ì°ªªº¤Ñ¡F²`¡A²`¦ü³Ì²`ªº®ü¡A¬O±Ï¥Dªº·R¡C§ÚÁöµM¤£¬Û°t¡A«o¤´¬O±Ï¥D©Ò·R¡F¦]¸t¸g§i¶D§Ú¡AÍ¢ªº·R³B³B»P§Ú¦P¦b¡CWide,
wide as the ocean,
High as the heavens above;Deep, deep as the deepest
sea,Is my SaviourÕs love;I, though so
unworthy, Still am a child of His
care,For His word
teaches me that His love reaches me evÕry
where.ºÖµ¸Öºq¬O±q¤s©_¶}©l¡A¨ì¤F¤G¤Q¥@¬ö³oÓ®ÉÔ¡A¦³¨Ç¸Öºq¤w¨ì¤FÄl¤õ¯Â«C¡Aµü©M¦±³£«ÜÀu¨q¡Aµ¹¤j®a³\¦hªºÀ°§U¡C¬f©Ô¯S¡]Adelaide
A. Pollard,
1862-1934¡^¬f©Ô¯S¤k¤h²¦·~©óªÛ¥[ô¼}}¸t¸g¾Ç°|¡A¦o¤@¥Í¬ù¼g¤F¤@¦Ê¦hº¸Öºq¡A¨ä¤¤ªº¡uÀH§A½Õ«×¡v¡]¦³Ä¶¡u¾Ì§A·N¦æ¡v¡^µ¹¤j®aÀ°§U³Ì¤jªº¡C1.
ÀH§A½Õ«×¡A¥DÀH§A½Õ«×¡F¦]§A¬O³³¤H¡A§Ú¬Oªd¤g¡C
·í§Ú¥¿µ¥Ô¤S³n¤S®z¡A¨D·Ó§A¦®·N¡A·i§Ú³y§Ú¡C1. Have
Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter,
I am the
clay.Mould me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting,
yielded and still.½¬¬üº¸¡]Helen Howarth Lemmel,
1864-1961¡^½¬¬üº¸ªº¡u·íÂ಴¥õ±æC¿q¡v¡A¤]¬O¤j®a·R°Û¡A¤S¤j±oÀ°§Uªº¤@º¸Öºq¡C1.
·t¤¤¼Ò¯ÁµL¤@½u«G¥ú¡A¦óµ¥¯h¥F¡A¦óµ¥¼~·T¡A
¤@¨£¥D±´N¥ß¨è©ú®Ô¡A¥Í©RÂײ±¥[¤W¦Û¥Ñ¡C °Æºq¡G ·íÂ಴¥õ±æC¿q¡Aª`¥Ø¥õ±æÍ¢ªº·O®e¡F
©Ò¦³¨Æª«¦bÍ¢ºaÄ£¥ú¤¤¡A³£n¦¸²ÄÅܦ⦨ÂaÄg¡C1. O
soul, are you weary and troubled? No
light
in the darkness you
see? ThereÕs light for a look at
the Saviour, And
life more abundant
and free. Refrain: Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look
full in His
wonderful face, And
the things of earth will grow strangely
dim, In the light of His
glory and
grace.¬ü°ê·í¥NªºÄÝÆF¾É®v¤§¤@´IÄõ°ò¡]Devern
Fromky¡^¦³¤@¦¸¹J¨ìÄY«¨®º×¡A¦³´Ý¼oªº¥i¯à¡A®ø®§¶Ç¥X¡A¤Þ°_¬ü°ê¦U¦a¸t®{ªºÃö¤Á¡C³\¦h¤H»°¨Ó¦w¼¢´IÄõ°ò¡A¨ä¤¤¦³¤@¦ì¦L¶H³Ì¬°²`¨è¡A´N¬O³o¤@¦ì§@ªÌ¡A¦w¼¢ªº¸Ü·íµM¬O¡uÂ಴¥õ±æC¿q¡v§a¡I^°êªº¥v¦Ê§J´¿¨£¹L½¬¬üº¸¡A¦L¶H¨}²`¡C³o¨Ç³£¬O¤G¤Q¥@¬ö¤ñ¸û¦³¥Nªí©ÊªººÖµ¸Öºq¡A¬O¸tÆF±N¯«ªº¨à¤k§ó©¹«e±À¡C¦]¬°ºÖµ¸Öºq¤Ó¦h¤F¡A©Ò¥HµLªk«Ü¦³¨t²Îªº¨Ó¬Ý¥¦¡C¤G¤Q¥@¬ö¤´¬O¥HºÖµ¸Öºq¬°¥D¡A¦³¨Ç¬O¬°µÛºÖµ¡A¦³¨Ç¬O¬°µÛªì«H¡A¦³¨Ç¹³«Å«H¤@¼Ë¡A¬O¬°µÛ²`³yªº¡C°£¤F¤Wz¤@¨Ç¤Hª«©M¸Öºq¥~¡A¦A¦^ÀY¬Ý¤G¤Q¥@¬ö¯«¿³°_ªº´Xº«Ü¯S§Oªº¸Öºq¡Cù§B´µ¡]Evan
Roberts,
1878-1951¡^ù§B´µ¬O¤G¤Q¥@¬öªìªº¤@¦ì«n¤Hª«¡A¯«¥Î¥L±a¨Ó¤F«Âº¸´µªº¤j´_¿³¡C®Ú¾Ú¼¯®Ú¡]Campbell
Morgan¡^©M¨ä¥¦ªº³ø¾É¡A«Âº¸´µªº´_¿³¼vÅT«Ü¤j¡A«Âº¸´µ³\¦h¦a¤èªº°s§a©MÀ¸°|¡A®t¤£¦h³£¦]¦¹¨S¦³¥Í·N¦Óµ²§ô¡C¯«¦p¦ó¨Ï¥Îù§B´µ¡H¥L¦³¤Q¤TÓ§Ì¥S©n©f¡A±Æ¦æ²Ä¤E¡A¦]¬°®a³h¡A¤Q¤G·³´N½ù¾Ç¤F¡AµM«á¦b·ÑÄq¸Ì§@¤u¤Q¤G¦~¡C¤@¤E¡³¤G¦~¡A¥L¤G¤Q¥|·³¡A¸ò¤@ÅK¦K§@¾Ç®{¡C¤@¤E¡³¥|¦~¡A¥L¤G¤Q¤»·³¡A¯«´N¥Î¥L¦b«Âº¸´µ±a¨Ó´_¿³¡C¦Û¤@¤E¡³¥|¦Ü¡³¤»¦~ªº¤T¦~¶¡¡A´_¿³¤§¤õ¿U¿N¤F«Âº¸´µ¾ãÓ¦a¤è¡A¦Ü¤Ö¦³¤Q¸U¤H±o±Ï¡C¤@¤E¡³¤»¦~¡Aù¬f´µªº¨Åé¤w¤£¦æ¤F¡A¦¹«á¥L¦b³o¤j´_¿³¤¤´X¥G®ø¥¢¤F¡C±q¥L©Ò¯d¤U¨Óªº¸Öºq©M¤å¦r¡A¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¥L¿W¯Sªº¦a¤è¡C¤ñ¤è¥Lªº¤@º¤pµu¸Ö¡GWill
the will of God, and
thouShalt find true peace in life.Live in the will
of God, and
thouShalt find true protection in life.Rest in the will of
God, and thouShalt
find strength for lifeÕs duties.Die in the will of
God, and thouShalt
find lifeÕs work is
done.¤j·N½Ķ¦p¤U¡GÄ@·N¯«©ÒÄ@·Nªº¡A´N·|¨É¨ü¯u¹êªº¥¦w¡C¥Í¬¡¦b¯«ªº¦®·N¤¤¡A´N·|±o»X«OÅ@¡C¦w®§¦b¯«ªº¦®·N¤¤¡A´N·|±oµÛ¨Æ©^ªº¯à¤O¡C¦º¦b¯«ªº¦®·N¤¤¡A´N·|µo²{¥ô°È§¹¦¨¡C¥L¼g³oºµu¸Öªº®ÉÔ¬ù¬O¤G¤Q¦h·³¡A±qºqµü¥i¥Hª¾¹D¥L¦b¥D±«eªº¤ßÄ@¬O¬Æ»ò¡C¦b«Âº¸´µ¤j´_¿³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L̦³¤@Ó¤f¸¹¡A´N¬O¦V¯«Ã«§i»¡¡G¡u¯«ªü¡A¨D§A§éªA§Aªº±Ð·|¡C¡v¥DªGµMÅ¥¥LÌë§i¡A½ç¤UÅå¤Hªº´_¿³¨Ó¡C¦b«Âº¸´µ¤@±a¡A¦h¥b³£¬O·ÑÄqÄq¤u¡A«D±`²Ê¾|¡Aº¡¤fż¨¥©G¸Ü¡F¦ý´_¿³¨Ó¨ì¡A¥L̦V¨Ó¥Î¶A©G¨Ó¨ÏÆj¤lÅ¥¸Ü¡A±o±Ï¥H«á¡A¤f¤¤¯¬ºÖªº¸Ü¡AÆj¤l¤Ï¦ÓÅ¥¤£À´¡A¤£ª¾¦p¦ó¬O¦n¡C½ÖÀ°§U¤Fù¬f´µ¡A¥HP¥L»X¯«¨Ï¥Î©O¡H´N¬O»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¡C»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¬O¶Q®æ·|ªº¤@Ó©n©f¡A¥D¨Ï¥Î¦o¶ÇÁ¿¤Q¦r¬[ªº«H®§¡C¤@¦¸»«¸ô©ö®v¥ÀÁ¿§¹¹D«á¡A¦³¤@Ó§Ì¥SºÙÆg¦o¡A»¡¡G¡u§Ú¨S·Q¨ì¯«¥i¥H³o¼Ë¨Ï¥Î¤@Ó°ü¤H¡C¡v¦o¦^µª»¡¡G¡u¤£¡I¯«¤£¬O¨Ï¥Î¤@Ó°ü¤H¡A¯«¬O¨Ï¥Î¤@Ó·s³yªº¤H¡C¡v»«¸ô©ö®v¥À´N¬O³o¼Ë¤@¦ì»{Ãѯ«ªº¤H¡A¦oÀ°§U¤Fù¬f´µ¡C¦b«Âº¸´µªº¤j´_¿³¸Ì¡A¼»¦ý¨Ã¤£¥Ì¤ß¡A¦b¨º¸Ì§ë¤J³\¦h²VÂø©M°²«_ªºªF¦è¡C»«¸ô©ö®v¥À¬Ý¨£°ò·þ®{¤£¯à¤@ª½¥uª`·N¸g¾ú¡A¥²¶·n¥Î¥Dªº¸Ü¨Ó¥¿Åªº¡F«KÀ°§Uù¬f´µ¡A¨Ã»P¥L¦XµÛ¤F¤@¥»®Ñ¡X¡m¸t®{ªºª§¾Ô¡n¡]The
War on The
Saints¡^¡A¥H¸É±Ï¤j´_¿³®É¨«½Õªº¥ú´º¡CÄq¤uù¬f´µ¦b¥D¸Ì±¨ì©³¾Ç¤F¬Æ»ò¥\½Ò©O¡H¤U±ªºªº¸Öºqµ¹§Ú̲M·¡ªºµª®×¡C§Ú¤ý¥²©w§Ön¦AÁ{¡A¤ÑªÅ³£º¡¤FÍ¢¡I«ÝÅ«¦t©z§Ön®¦«Ý¡A¥Dn§¹¦¨±Ïªk¡I§Ú¤wÅ¥¨£Í¢ªºÁn½Õ¡A¦b¨º±m¶³¤¤¶¡¡F§Ú¤w¬Ý¨£Í¢ªººaÄ£¡AÁô¬ùÅãÅS¦b¤Ñ¡CMy
King will soon come
back again, The sky be filled with Him;The universe
to be redeemed, Will
see His light therein.The Lord will soon fulfill
His plan, His
footsteps now I hear;His glorious frame I faintly see
Beginning to
appear.·PÁÂ¥D¡I³o¹ê¦b¬O¤@º«D±`¦nªº¸Öºq¡C¬O¤G¤Q¥@¬öè¶}©lªº®ÉÔ¡A¯«Âǵ۳o¦ì§@ªÌµ¹§Ú̪º¡C¦ã±ö¥i¡]Amy Carmicheal,
1867-1951¡^¦ã±ö¥i¬O¶}¦è»E·|²Ä¤@Ó°e¥X¥hªº¶Ç±Ð¤h¡A¦b¦L«×¶ÇºÖµ¡C³oÓ©n©f«D±`·R¥D¡C¤»·³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦oë§i»¡¡G¡u¥D°Ú¡A¨D§Aµ¹§Ú¤@¹ïÂŦ⪺²´·ú¡C¡v¦]¬°¦oªº²´·ú¬O´Ä¦âªº¡F¦ý¯«¨S¦³Å¥¦oë§i¡C¦o«Ü¼~´e¡A»¡¡G¬°¬Æ»ò¯«¤£Å¥§ÚªºÃ«§i©O¡H¦o¤S¦Aë§i¡A²´·ú¤´¬O´Ä¦â¡C·í¦o¦b¦L«×§@«Å±Ð¤hªº®ÉÔ¡A¦³¤@ӨϩR¬On¥h±Ï¨º¨Ç³QÀ£¢©Î¬O³Q¥X½æªº¤k«Ä¤l¡C¦]µÛn±Ï¦oÌ¡A¦o´Nn§â¦Û¤v¥´§ê¦¨¤@Ó¦L«×°ü¤H¡A¤~¯à²V¶i¥L̤¤¶¡¥h±Ï¤H¡C¦]¬°¦L«×°ü¤H¬O¥Î¥¬¥]»qµÛ¨Åé¡A³oÃø¤£Ë¦o¡A«o¬O²´·ú¤£¯à¾B»\¡F³o®É¦o·Q°_¨Ó¡A»¡¡G©¯¦n¯«¨S¦³Å¥§ÚªºÃ«§i¡C¦oªº´Ä¦â²´·ú¦¨¤F¤u§@ªº«K§Q¡A¯«¤]¤j¤j¨Ï¥Î¦o¡C«á¨Ó¦o¹ï§Ì¥S©n©f»¡¡G¡u¯«¤£¬O¤£Å¥§ÚÌë§i¡A¯«¤@©wÅ¥§Ú̪ºÃ«§i¡A¤]µªÀ³§Ú̪ºÃ«§i¡FÍ¢ªºµªÀ³¬O¡yyes¡z
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§A«ç¨S¦³¶Ë²ª? 1. Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or
side, or
hand? I hear thee sung throughout
the land, I
hear them hail thy
shining star, Hast thou no scar? no scar?2. Hast thou no
wound? Yet
I was
wounded by the
archers, spent, Leaned
Me against a tree; and rent By
ravening beasts Õround me, I swooned: Hast thou no
wound? no wound ? 3. No
wound? no scar ? Yet, as the Master shall the servant be, And pierced
the feet that follow
Me; But whole? can he have followed
far Who
has no
wound nor scar?´´µY¡]Anne Johnson
Flint¡^´´µY¬O©M¨ü®¦±Ð¤h¤@¦ì«Ü¦nªº¸Ö¤Í¡CÙ¬lÁn¦bÁ¿¡u¸Öºq¡vªº®ÉÔ¡A´¿¤¶²Ð¤F¥|º¦´Á¦b¤¤°ê¤j³°±Ä¥Îªº¥Nªí§@¡A¨ä¤¤¤@º´N¬O´´µY©n©f¼gªº¸Öºq¡C¤£¹LÙ¬lÁn»¡¿ù¤F¦o¬O¥[®³¤j¤H¡Aì¦]¬O´´µYªº¸Ö³£¬O¥[®³¤j¥Xª©ªÀ´À¦o¥Xª©ªº¡A¦L±o«Üº}«G¡AÁ٥ΤFµ·±a§â¥¦¸j°_¨Ó¡A¨ä¹ê¦o¬O¬ü°ê·s¿A¦è¤H¡C¦o¤»·³ªº®ÉÔ¦¨¤F©t¨à¡A±H¾i¦b§O¤H®a¸Ì¡A¨ì¤G¤Q¤T·³¤~¿W¥ß¦Û¥D¡C¦b¤G¤Q·³¨º¦~¡A¦o±o¤FÄY«ªºÃö¸`ª¢¡A¤£¨ì¤¦~¤w¶}©l¨«¤£°Ê¤F¡A¦¹«áªº¥|¤Q¦~¡A³o©n©f¦¨¤FÅõºÈ¯f¤H¡C¦ý¥Dµ¹¦oªº®¦½ç«Ü¤j¡A¦o¤E·³´N¾Ç·|©ãÃý¡A§Æ±æ¦³¤@¤Ñ¯à°µÓ§@¦±®a¡F¦o¦P®É§Æ±æ¾ÇÀ´¼u¿ûµ^¡A¥i¬O«á¨Ó¦o³oÓ«üÀY®Ú¥»¤£¯à°÷°Ê¡C¯«´N¥Î¦o§@¦±¼g¸Ö¡AÂÇ¥HÀ°§U¤H¡A¦w¼¢¤H¡C¨ä¤¤³Ì¨ü¤HÅwªï¡A³ÌµÛ¦Wªº¸Öºq´N¬O¡u¯«¥¼´¿À³³\¡v¡G¯«¥¼´¿À³³\¡G¤Ñ¦â±`ÂÅ¡A¤H¥Íªº¸ô³~ªá»±`º©¡F¯«¥¼´¿À³³\¡G±`´¸µL«B¡A±`¼ÖµLµhW¡A±`¦wµL¸·¡C°Æºq¡G¯««o´¿À³³\¡G¥Í¬¡¦³¤O¡A¦æ¸ô¦³«G¥ú¡A§@¤u±o®§¡A¸Õ·Ò±o®¦±å¡A¦MÃø¦³¿à¡AµLªºÅé½Ì¡A¤£¦ºªº·R¡CGod
hath not promised
skies always blue.Flower strewn pathways all our
lives thro?God hath
not promised sun without rain, Joy without sorrow,
peace without
pain.Refrain:But God hath promised strength for the day,Rest
for the labor, light
for the way, Grace for the trials, help from
above, Unfailing
kindness, undying
love.³oº¤¤¤å¹ê¦b½±o«Ü¦n¡C¦ý¬O³oº³Ì¨üÅwªïªº¸Öºq¡A¨Ã¤£¬O´´µY©n©f¼g±o³Ì¦nªº¤@º¡C¤U±³oº¡u§ÚÌÁöµM®É±`·n°Ê¡v¤~¬O¦oªº¥Nªí§@¡A¤å¦r«D±`¬ü¡A·Pı«D±`²Ó¿°¡F³o¦¨¤FÙ¬lÁn©Ò¤¶²Ðªº¥|º¥Nªí§@¤¤ªº¤@º¡C1.
§ÚÌÁöµM®É±`·n°Ê¡A¦ýÍ¢¨ÌµM¾ú¤[¤£ÅÜ¡F
Í¢ªºÀ³³\µL¤@¸¨ªÅ¡A¤Ñ¦a¨S¦³¨º¼Ës°í¡C1. Though we may
waver, He remaineth steadfast, And
all His words are
sure; From everlasting unto
everlasting His promises endure.2. Though
we may wander, He
will not forsake us, Truer
than earthly friend; He
never fails our
trust, for having loved us, He loves unto
the end.3. Unto
the end; we doubt
Him, we deny Him, We
wound Him, we forget; We get
some earthly idol up
between us Without one
faint regret.4. And
when it
falls or crumbles,
and in anguish We seek this changeless
Friend, Lo, He
receives us,
comforts and forgives us, And
loves us to the
end.¼ï´ö¡]D.M. Panton¡^1. Í¢¬O¤@¤Á³Ì¿Ë¡A§Ú©Ò¤@¤Á³Ì·R¡F
¤H¥Í¥±`©Ò´M¡A¤H¥Í²×¤[©Ò¿à¡C·íªì¤j®a¥H¬°³oº¸Öºq¬OÙ¬lÁn§Ì¥S¼gªº¡A©Ò¥H¦³¤H§â¥¦±q¤¤¤å½§@^¤å¡C«á¨Óµo²{¤Fì¨Óªº^¤åª©¥»¡G1.
Nearest of all is
He, Dearest of all
to me; Mine in lifeÕs lowly ways,
Mine in lifeÕs common days: 2. True,
in the time of care, Fairest,
when all is fair, Strength
of my helplessness, Always
at hand to
bless; 3. Secret
of joy untold, Changeless,
as years unfold; Nearest
of
all is He; Dearest
of all to me!
¸Öºqªº§@ªÌ«Ü¥i¯à¬O¼ï´ö¡C¼ï´ö¬O¯««¥Îªº¹²¤H¡A¹ï¸t¸gªº¹w¨¥¤×¦³¨£¦a¡C·í©M¨ü®¦±Ð¤h¦]ÁÁ¨¥¦Ón±q¤¤°êªººÖ¦{ªð¦^^°ê®É¡A¦oªº±¡ºü«D±`§C¸¨¡A«á¨Ó¦b¼ï´ö¨º¸Ì»E·|¡A±o¼ï´ö«Ü¤jªºÀ°§U¡C©M¨ü®¦²Ä¤G¦¸¨ÓµØ¶Ç¹D¡A¦A¤£¬O¥Ñ¸t¤½·|®t¬£©M¤ä«ù¡C¼ï´öµ¹¤F©M¨ü®¦À°§U¡A©M¨ü®¦¤Sµ¹Ù¬lÁnÀ°§U¡F©Ò¥HÙ¬lÁn¹ï¹w¨¥ªº¬Ýªk¡A¤]´N¬O¨ü¼ï´öªº¼vÅT¡C¦Ó¼ï´öªº¦Ñ®v¬O½Ö©O¡H¬O¤àÃh¼w¡]Robert
Govett¡^¡A¥q¥¬¯u»¡¡AôÃh¼wªº§@«~¸Ì±¦³ª÷¤l¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¼gªºªF¦è¬O¶]¦b¥Lªº®É¥N«e±¤@¦Ê¦~¡C®Ú¾Ú´I°Ç¡]Fuller¡^¯«¾Ç°|ªº¥v±K´µ¡]Wilbur
Smith¡^±Ð±Â»¡¡A¦b²³¦hªº±Ò¥Ü¿ýµùÄÀ¸Ì±¡AôÃh¼wªº±Ò¥Ü¿ýµù¸Ñ³Ì¦X¥G¸t¸g¡A¬O®Ú¾Ú¸t¸g¨Ó¸ÑÄÀ±Ò¥Ü¿ý¡C¤àÃh¼w¬O¦bNorwich¶}³]»E·|¡A«á¨Ó¥LÁ¿¸Ñ¤s¤Wªº±Ð°V¡A¼ï´ö´N¬O¦]¬°Å¥¤F¥L¤§¤s¤Wªº±Ð°V¦Ó±o±Ïªº¡A¥H«á¤]´N¦b¨º¸Ì»E·|¡C¼ï´ö¬J±q¤àÃh¼w±o¨ì«Ü¦hªºÀ°§U¡A¤S«Ü·R¥D¡A©Ò¥H¸ÑÄÀ¹w¨¥¤]«Ü¦³«G¥ú¡F¥L¥Xª©¤F¤@¥»«Ü¦nªºÂø»x¢w¡m¾¤©úÂø»x¡n¡CÙ¬lÁn·íªì¥Xª©¡m°ò·þ®{³ø¡n¡A¦³«Ü¦h¸ê®Æ¬O±q¡m¾¤©úÂø»x¡n¨ú¨Óªº¡C¼ï´öªº¤å¾Ç³y¸Ú«Ü°ª¡A¤å³¹¼g±o«Ü¦n¡F¡m¾¤©úÂø»x¡n±`¬ï´¡¤@¨Ç°ª¤ô·Çªº¸Ö¡AÙ¬lÁn¤£³æºK¨ú¸Ì±ªº«H®§¡A¤]½Ķ¨ä¤¤ªº¸Öºq¡C³oº¡uÍ¢¬O¤@¤Á³Ì¿Ë¡v¡A´N¬Ob¨ºÂø»x¤W͹L¨Óªº¡A¤j·§¦b¤@¤E¥|¤K¦~«e«áªº¬ºÀ°V½m»E·|¤¤º¦¸¨Ï¥Î¡A«á¨Ó¦b¤¤°êªº°ò·þ®{¤¤¼s¬°¬y¦æ¡A²`¨ü³ß·R¡C©M¨ü®¦¡]M.E.
Barber,
1869-1930¡^©M¨ü®¦¬O¤@¦ì¨ÓµØ«Å±Ðªº^°ê¶Ç±Ð¤h¡A¬OÀ°§UÙ¬lÁn³Ì¤jªº¤@¦ì©n©f¡C¦o¦³¤@º¸Öºq¡u·´¸H©ó¥D¯ÝÃh¡v¡A«Ü¦³¸Ö·N¡A¤S¬O¦o¤@¥Íªº¼g·Ó¡C1.
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µLªk»â·|¨ä¤¤·N¸q²`ªø¡I ¡u·´¸H©ó¥D¯ÝÃh¡v¡C2. ¡u·´¸H©ó¥D¯ÝÃh¡v¡A
§ÚÌ«s¹Ä¡G¨g·¼É«B³x±j¡I ¦ý¨««B«á¨H©ó·Rªº®ü¬v¡A ¤£Â_±µ¨ü¡u¥Ã»·¡vÂ×´I¨Å¾i¡I
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¡u·´¸H©ó¥D¯ÝÃh¡v¡A ¡u¥¢¡v«á¤§¡u±o¡v¡A¡u¦³¡v§ë©ó¡uµL¡v¡I
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ÒWrecked outright on
Jesus?breast:?Only Òwrecked?souls thus can sing;
Little boats that
hug the shore, Fearing what
the storm may bring, Never
find on
Jesus?breast, All that Òwrecked?souls mean by
rest.2.
ÒWrecked outright!?So we
lament: But when storms have done
their worst,
Then the soul,
surviving all, In
Eternal arms is nursed: There
to find
that nought can move
One, embosomed in
such love.3. ÒWrecked outright!?
No more to own EÕen a craft to sail the sea; Still a voyager, yet
now
Anchored to
Infinity: Nothing left
to do but fling Care
aside, and
simply cling.4. ÒWrecked outright!?was purest gain, Henceforth
other
craft can see That the storm may be a boon, That, however rough the
sea, God Himself doth watchful
stand, For the Òwreck?is in His
hand.¦o²Ä¤G¦¸ªð¦^¤¤°ê¡A¦bºÖ«Øªº¥Õ¤ú¼æ¨Æ©^¡A¦]¾aªñ»Ô¦¿¤f¡A©Ò¥H±`¦b¼É·«B«á¡A¬Ý¨£¤£¤Ö²î°¦¾D¯}Ãa¡AÀÁ²L¤F¡C¦b³oº¸Öºq¸Ì±¡A©M¨ü®¦·Pı¦o¦Û¤v´N¬O¨ºÓ¯}·lªº²î¡A¦ý¦o¬OÀÁ²L¦b¥DªºÃh¸Ì¡C´N¦]¬°¦o¸H·´¤F¡A©Ò¥H¦o¤Ï¦Ó±q¦¹¥H«á¤£»Ýn¦b¨º¸Ì¾Þ§@¤F¡C²îY¬O¦nªº¡A§A¦Û¤vn¾Þ§@ªº¡F¦ý²{¦b²î¨I¤F¡A²î¯}·l¤F¡A§A´N¤£¥²¦A§@¬Æ»ò¤F¡C³Ì¦nªº¤@¥y¬O²Ä¤T¸`¡G¡uÁöµM¤´ÂÂ¯è¦æ¡A«o¬O©ßÁã¦bµL¡C¡v²î¬O¦³ªº¡A®ü¬v«o¹³µL¤@¼Ë¡F²{¦b¦³ªº§ë©óµL¸Ì¥h¡A¹³»\®¦¤Ò¤H»¡¤@ºw¤ôÂI®ø¥¢¨ì®ü¬v¥h¡A¦o³oÓ¤H§¹¥þ¯}·l¤F¡C¬°¬Æ»ò©M¨ü®¦»{¬°¦Û¤v¹³¯}·lªº²î¤@¼Ë©O¡H¦o²Ä¤@¦¸³Q¸t¤½·|®t¬£¨ÓµØ§@¶Ç±Ð¤h¡A¦bºÖ¦{¨Æ©^ªº®ÉÔ¡A³Q¤H»~·|©M»z§i¡F¦o´N¾Ç²ß¤Q¦r¬[ªº¥\½Ò¡A¤£¬°¦Û¤v´M¨D²M¥Õ¡A«á¨Ó¸t¤½·|Á`·|§â¦o½Õ¦^¨ì^°ê¥h¡C^°êªº·|·þ«K¹ï¦o»¡¡G¡u§Úª¾¹D§A¬°µÛ¾Ç²ßÄÝÆF¥\½Ò¡A§A¤£ªí¥Õ¡A¦ý¬O²{¦b§Ú©^¥DC¿qªº¦W¡A¾aµÛ¥D©Òµ¹§ÚªºÅv¬`¡A§Ú§h©J§A§â¯u¬Û»¡¥X¨Ó¡C¡v¦o¤~§â¯u¬Û»¡¥X¨Ó¡C³o¨ÆÁöµM¸Ñ¨M¤F¡A¦ý«e³~¦p¦ó©O¡HÀ³§_¦A¦^¤¤°ê«Å±Ð©O¡H¦oªº¦WÁn¦b¤¤°ê¤w¸g¯}Ãa¤F¡A´N¹³¨ºÓ·´Ãaªº²î¤@¼Ë¡A®Ú¥»¤£¥i¯à¦A«e¥h¡C«á¨Ó¦o¦b¶}¦è»E·|¹J¨£²öº¸¡]Bishop
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the path I travel Lead
me
to the Cross, If the way Thou choosest, Lead to pain and loss, Let the
compensation Daily, hourly, be Shadowless
communion, Blessed
Lord with
Thee.©M¨ü®¦°£¤F¨ºÓ¯}·lªº²î¤§¥~¡AÁÙ¦³¤@¥ó¨Æ»P³oº¸Öºq¦³Ãö¡C´N¬O¦b¦o¦^¨ì^°ê«á¡A»P¼ï´ö§Ì¥S²£¥Í¤F·P±¡¡A´X¥G¬O¹F¯µ»PÀj¤Ò¤H¬G¨ÆªºÂ½ª©¡C¦b¥LÌn¨M©w¬O§_µ²±Bªº®ÉÔ¡A¥LÌ©úÅã¬Ý¨£¤£¬O¯«ªº¦®·N¡A¤]´N¤À¤â¤F¡C³o¨â¥ó¨Æ¡A¨Ï©M¨ü®¦¼g¤U¤F³oºÀu¬üªº¡u¦pªG§Úªº¹D¸ô¤Þ§Ú¥h¨üW¡v¸Öºq¡C©M¨ü®¦©n©f¤@¦@¼g¤F¥|¤Q¤Tº¸Öºq¡A·PÁÂ¥D¡A³o¤]¬O¤G¤Q¥@¬ö¥Dµ¹§Ú̪ºÄ_ÂáCÙ¬lÁn¡þªâ¤DÛ1.
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Olives that have
known no pressure Never
can oil bestow; Spikenard
only
thro?the crushing, Its
fragrance can diffuse. If
the grapes escape the
winepress, Cheering wine can
never flow; Shall
I then, shrink from the
suffÕring That Thy
love would so induce? Refrain: Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me. In the
place of what Thou takest Thou
dost give
Thyself to
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300Philip Doddridge ¥o¼w¥ß´¼ 56Powerscourt Àj§J¼w 233Ray Palmer ¼ï³Á
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284Samuel Crossman ¬_ù´µ°Ò 42Sarah Adams ¼»©Ô¨È·í 115Theodore Monod ªù¿Õ±o
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331W. Spencer Walton µØº¸¹y 215William Cowper ¬_¬f 91William
H. Doane
¦h®¦ 279William J.
Kirkpatrick ¬_¦Ê¨ô 279^¤å¸ÖÃD¯Á¤Þ A
little bird l
am §Ú¬O¤@°¦Ãö¦bÅ¢¤¤ªº¤p³¾ 308A mighty Fortress is our
God
§Ú¯«¤D¬O¤j¯à³ùÂS 24,298 Abba,
Father ªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü 230 Abba, Father! We
adore Thee
ªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü¡A§ÚÌ·q«ô 106 Abide with me:
fast falls the eventide
»P§Ú¦P¦í¡A¤i¶§¦è¨I¨³³t 142 According to Thy gracious word §ÚÌ·Ó§A®¦´f¸Ü»y 137
Alas! and did my
Saviour bleed? «u³é¡I±Ï¥D¯u´¿¬y¦å¡H 49 All hail
the powÕr
of Jesus?name ¦óµ¥Åv¬`¡IC¿qªº¦W 98 All that we
were §Ú̱q«e©Ò¦³ 162
Am I a soldier of
the Cross §Ú¬O§_nIt¤Q¬[ 55 Amazing
grace ©_«v®¦¨å
94 And can it
be that I should gain ¦ó¯à¦p¦¹ 70 Another
year is
dawning ¤S¬O¤@¦~¥¿°_º 155 Around Thy grave,
Lord Jesus
¥DC¿q¡A§ÚÌ»E¶°¦b§A¹Ó 232Awake, my soul, and with
the sun ¿ô¨Ó¡A§Ú»î¡A·íÀH´Â¶§ 47 Be all at
rest 207 Be still, my
soul! the Lord is on thy side §ÚÆF¡AÂíÀR 173
Behold the Lamb with
glory crowned ¬Ýþ¡I«a°Ã¤wµ¹¯Ì¦Ï 108 Blest be the tie
that binds ºÖ«v¡A¥H·RÁpô 101 By
Thee, O God, invited
®@¡I¯«¡A¬O§A¥l§ÚÌ¨Ó 148Christ the
Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
±Ï¥DC¿q¤w´_¬¡¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È 71 Christian
hearts, in love united ¸t®{²³¤ß·R¸Ì¬Ûô 305 Come in,
O come ¶i¨Ó§Ú¥D 201 Come, Let Us Join
Our Cheerful Songs
§ÚÌ·í¨Ó¦PÁnÅw©I 34 Come,
let us join our cheerful songs §ÚÌ·í¨Ó¦PÁnÅw©I 50 Come,
Lord, and tarry not 165 Come, my Way, my
Truth, my Life: 39 Come, O
thou Traveler
unknown ¤@¥ÍÁo©ú¥¼¹J¼Ä¤â 76 Come,
Thou Fount of every
blessing ¨Ó°Ú¡A§A³o¸UºÖªº¬u·½ 100 Come,
we that love the Lord ·R¥Dªº¤H³£¨Ó
34,52 Consider Him n«ä·QC¿q 213 Cross of Christ!
lead onward
±©¦³±`¥X¥N»ù 291 Crucified with
Christ my Saviour §Ú¤w»P°ò·þ¦P°v¦º 288Faith of
our fathers ¥j¸t«H¥õ 129Far away the noise of strife upon ¤µ§ÚµnÄÞÄÞ°ª¤s/
my ear is falling «e¦b®J¤Î¬°¸o¥£¹² 317Father,
Õtwas Thy love that knew
us ¤÷°Ú¡A¤[¦b³Ð¥@¤§«e 229Father,
I know that all my life
¤÷¡A§Úª¾¹D§Úªº¤@¥Í 23,175Father,
Thy name our souls would bless ¤÷ªü¡A¨à¤kºÙ¹|§A¦W
226Fear not, I am
with thee §Ú¥²»P§A¦P¦b 273For the bread and
for the
wine ¬°µÛ³o»æ©M³oªM 161Forward! Be our watchword «e¥h¡I§Ṳ́f¸¹
147Glorious things
of thee are spoken ¬üÄR¿ü¦w¡A§Ú¯«¸t«° 95Glory
to God on high!
ºaÄ£Âk©ó§Ú¥D 90Go not far from me §Úªº¯à¤O¡I¤£nÂ÷§Ú 178God
hath not
promised skies
always blue ¯«¥¼´¿À³³\ 325God in
heaven hath a treasure
¯«¦b¤Ñ¤W¦³¤@Ä_¨© 248God moves in a mysterious way ¯«¥Î¶ø¯µ¦æ°Ê«e¨Ó
92Grace! Õtis a charming sound ®¦¨å¡X¬ü§®Ánµ 57Great is Thy
faithfulness
§A«H¹ê¦ó¼s¤j/ 316 ¤÷ªü¡A¦b§A¨ÃµLÂà°Êªº¼v¨à Hark! Ten thousand voices
crying Å¥þ¡I¤d¸UÁnµ¹p»ï 226Hast thou heard Him,
seen Him
§AªºÆF°Z«D»PÍ¢·|¹L 241Hast
thou no scar §A«ç¨S¦³¶Ë²ª 323Have
Thine own way, Lord
¾Ì§A·N¦æ/ÀH§A½Õ«× 319He died for me that I might
live Í¢¬°§Ú¦º 287Here, O my
Lord, I see Thee
face to face ¥D¡A¦b¦¹¡A§Ún»P§A±¹ï± 160Himself He
could not save Í¢¤£¯à±Ï¦Û¤v 240Holy,
Holy, Holy ¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¸t«v 138How I
praise Thee §Ú¤w±o»XÄ_¦å¬~²b 210How pleasant is the sound of praise
¹|ÆgÁnµ¦óµ¥Ãø±o 33,108How shall I follow Him I serve §Ú·í¦p¦ó·R§Úªº¥D
139How sweet the
Name of Jesus sounds C¿q¡I³o¦W²¢¬ü¡BªâªÚ 96How tedious
and tasteless the
hours §Ú¤£¨£C¿q®eµØ 96I am crucified with Jesus
§Ú»P°ò·þ¤w¦P°v¦º 289I cannot breathe enough of Thee §A¬O·Rªº·Å¬X®ð®§ 215I
come to the garden
alone, ¦bªá¶é¸Ì/ 318 §Ú¿W¦Û¨Ó¨ìªá¶é¤¤ I could not do
without Thee µL§A¡A§Ú´NµLªk·Q 156I do not ask, O Lord §Ú¤£¨D§A¡A§Ú¥D
153I gave my life
for thee ¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R 157I love Thy Kingdom,
Lord
¥D¡A§Ú·R§A°ê«× 257I was journeying in the noontide ®@¡A¦bºaÄ£¸Ìªº°ò·þ 249I
worship Thee, sweet
will of God §Ú·q«ô§A¡A¯«ªº¦®·N 131I
would have gone
§Ú»¡n¥h 183IÕve found the Pearl
of greatest price 41If
the path I
travel ¦pªG§Úªº¹D¸ô¤Þ§Ú¥h¨üW 330Immortal love, forever full ¤£¦ºªº·R
259In goodness
givest Thou ¤÷¡A¬O§A©Ò½à½ç 245In tenderness He sought me
§Ú´¿¥Ç¸o¨ì¹½Â 216In the cross of Christ I glory ¥D¤Q¦r¬[¬O§Ú¸ØÄ£
114Jerusalem the
golden ª÷¦â¼»§N¤Ñ¤W¶m 121Jesus only is our message
±©¦³C¿q¬O§ÚÃD¥Ø 290Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds C¿q¡I§A¦W¦b§Ú¦Õ¶¡ 148Jesus!
I am resting C¿q¡A§Ú¤µÅwµM¦w®§¦b§A 211Jesus, I my cross have
taken
C¿q¡A§Ú¤µºJ¤U©Ò¦³ 143Jesus,
lover of my soul C¿q¡AÆF»îªº·R¤H 74Jesus, my
sorrow lies too deep C¿q¡A§ÚªºWµh¤Ó²` 236Jesus,
the very thought of
Thee C¿q¡A¥un¤@·Q¨ì§A 123Jesus,
Thine all victorious love
C¿q¡A§Aªº¥þ³Óªº·R 72Jesus,
Thy blood and righteousness §Ú¥DC¿q¬O§Úªº¸q
80,305Jesus, Thy
head, once crowned with thorns ±q«e¨ºÀ¹¯ð´ÆªºÀY 107Jesus, Thy
name I love C¿q¡I³o¦W¥i·R 232Joy to the world ´¶¥@ÅwÄË 51Just as I am
·Ó§Ú¥»¬Û 145Lead, kindly light ¤Þ§Ú¡A¬X·Rªº¥ú 120Let all the world in
every corner sing 39Let
us consider now this life of the Vine
Åý§Ų́ÓÀq·Q¸²µå¾ðªº¤@¥Í 184Life out of death ¥Ñ¦º¦Ó¥Í 218Live out Thy life within
me ±q§Ú¬¡¥X§Aªº¦Û¤v¡AC¿q 158Living for Jesus a life
that is true
¬¡µÛ¬°C¿q 315Lord
Jesus! when we think of Thee ¥DC¿q¡A·í§ÚÌ·Q¨ì§A 232Lord
of glory, we adore
Thee ¯«ªº°ò·þ¡AºaÄ£ªº¥D 239Lord!
Let my heart still
turn to Thee ¥DC¿q¡A§Ú¸r¼}¬¡¦b§A±«e 234Lord, accept our feeble song
¥D¡A±µ¯Ç§Ú̪º¸Öºq 109Lord,
Thou hast won, at length I yield
¥D¡A§A±o³Ó¡A§Ú¤µªA¨o 97Lord, Thou
knowest all the hunger ¥D¡A§Aª¾¹D©Ò¦³°®´÷
205Love Divine, all
loves excelling, ¯«¸t¤§·R 72Lower and lower ¨õ·L¦A¨õ·L
274Make me a
captive, Lord ÁÙ¨D¥D§â§Ú®¹¸j 193Many crowd the SaviourÕs
kingdom ²³¤H´é¶i¥Dªº°ê«× 294Marred
more than any manÕs Í¢ªº±»ª¤ñ§O¤H¼¬±|
208More about Jesus
would I know §ÚÄ@§ó¦h»{ÃѰò·þ 272My faith looks up
to Thee §Ú¥H«H¤ß¥õ±æ§A¦b¤Q¦r¬[ 257My God, I thank Thee
¥D¡A§Ú·PÁ§A¨Ï¥@¬É¦p¦¹©úÄR 150My
heart is resting §Ú¯«¡A§Ú¤ß¥Rº¡¦w¹ç 181My
Jesus, as
Thou wilt ¥Dªü¡A·Ó§A¦®·N 173My King will soon come back
again
§Ú¤ý¥²©w§Ön¦AÁ{ 23,322My Lord, how full of sweet content ªø¤[¸g¾ú¤w¸gªíÅã 307My
song is love
unknown, ¥D·R¬O§Ú¸Öºq 42Nearer, my God, to
Thee
»P§A§ó¿Ë¡A§Ú¯« 114Nearest of all is He Í¢¬O¤@¤Á³Ì¿Ë 326Never further than
Thy
cross ¥Ã¤£»·©ó§A¤Q¬[ 174New every morning is the love ¨C¤é¦±á·R³£·sÂA
119No blood, no
altar now ¨S¦³¦å¡A¨S¦³¾Â 162No condemnation ¤£¦A©w¸o 238No
thought can reach ®@¥D¡A§A·R¿ñÁïµLÃä 300None other Lamb µL§O¯Ì¦Ï 182Not
written down in
haste, but in the quiet 168Nothing
between ¨S¦³¶¡¹j
200Now thank we all
our God §ÚÌ»ôÁn·PÁ 299O blessed Saviour,
is Thy
love §Úªº±Ï¥D¡A§A·R¦ó¥H³o¯u 45O blessed Saviour, Son of
God
¯«ªº¨à¤l¿Ë·R±Ï¥D 231O God! We see Thee in the Lamb ¤÷¯«°Ú¡A§A¦b¯Ì¦Ï¸Ì 52O
happy day
that fixed my choice
On Thee §Ö¼Ö¤é/¤µ¤é¦ó¤é 57O Jesus Christ, grow
Thou
in me ®@¥D¨D§Aªø¦b§Ú¤ß 306O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord
C¿q¡AC¿q¡A§Úªº©Ê©R 129O Jesus, Lord!
Õtis joy to know ®@¡A¥DC¿q¡A§Ú¤ß³ß¼Ö 231O
let
us rejoice in the
Lord evermore ®@¡IÅý§Ú̦b¥D¸Ì±±`³ß¼Ö 287O Lord,
breathe Thy Spirit
on me ¥D¡A¨D§A¦V§Ú§j¸tÆF 286O
Lord, when we the path
retrace ®@¡A¥D¡A§ÚÌ·Q¨ì§A¦b¥@ 233O Love Divine, how sweet Thou art
¯«¸tªº·R¡A¦ó¨ä¥Ì²¢ 75O
Love, that wilt not let me go §A³o¤£ªÖ©ñ§Úªº·R 192O
soul, are you weary
and troubled ·t¤¤¼Ò¯ÁµL¤@½u«G¥ú 320O
teach me what
it meaneth ®@¡A¥D¡A¨D§A«ü±Ð§Ú 212O
to be like Thee ®@§Ún¹³§A 314O,
for
a thousand tongues
to sing ®@¡AÄ@§Ú¦³¤d¸U¦ÞÀY 73Object
of my first
desire ¬°§Ú°v¦ºªºC¿q 105Of
all the gifts Thy love bestows
§A·R©Òµ¹¡AÁöµM¬Æ¦h 93Oh,
have we grieved Thee ¥D¡A§Ú´¿§_¥s¸tÆF¼~·T 132Oh,
how sweet the
glorious message ³oÓºaÄ£«H®§¦ó²¢ 285Oh,
the bitter shame and sorrow
¦óµ¥ºF·\¡A¦óµ¥µh®¬ 202Olives
that have known no pressure
§AY¤£À£¾ñÆV¦¨´í 331On a hill far away ¦b»·¤sÁq¥ßµÛ¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[ 313Once it was the
blessing «enªº¬O¯¬ºÖ 290One
day when heaven was filled with His praises
¦³¤@¤é¤Ñ¤W¥Rº¡¹|ÆgÁnµ 312Our God, our help in ages
past 53Praise
God,
from whom all
blessings flow Æg¬ü¯u¯«¡A¸UºÖ·½ÀY 47Prayer
is the soulÕs
sincere desire ë§i¤D¬O¸Û¤ß¤§Ä@ 137Revive
Thy work, O Lord
´_¿³§A¤u§@¡A¥D 240Rock of Ages, cleft for me ¥Ã¤[½Y¥Û¬°§Ú¶} 102Safe in
the arms of
Jesus ¦wæbC¿q¤âÁu 276Set apart ... for Himself ¤À§OÂkµ¹¸U¤ý¤§¤ý
204Some day the
silver cord will break ¦³¤é»ÈÁå±Nn§éÂ_ 277Still, still
with Thee ÀR¡BÀR¹ï§A 255Sun of
my soul, Thou Saviour dear
±Ï¥DC¿q¡A§Úªº¤Ó¶§ 119Take
my life, and let it be ¦¬§Ú¦¹¥Í§@©^Äm 156Teach me,
my God
and King 40That
mystic word of Thine ¿Ë·Rªº¥D¡A§A¨º©_§®¸Ü»y 254The
Church has waited
long 164The
cross it standeth fast ¤Q¬[¥Ã»·±o³Ó 161The
King of love my
Shepherd is ¬O·Rªº¯«§@§Úªª¤H 146The love of God is
greater far ¯u¯«¤§·R¡A°¶¤jµL½a 311The
way of the Cross means sacrifice
¤Q¦r¬[ªº¹D¸ônÄ묹 209Thee
will I love, my strength, my tower
§Ún·R§A¡A§Úªº¤O¶q 81There
is a fountain filled with blood ¦³¤@¦å¬u 92There is
sunshine in my soul
today ¦b§Ú»î¶¡¡A¤µ¤Ñ¦³¶§¥ú 272Tho?your sins be as scarlet
§Aªº¸oÁö¹³²¹¬õ 278Thou hidden love of God, whose
height
§A³o¯«ªºÁôÂ꺷R 24,80,304Though angels praise the heavenly King ¤Ñ¨ÏÁö¯àÆg¬ü«ô´Â
108Though Christ a
thousand times ®@¡I°ò·þªº¤Q¦r¬[/ 302 °ò·þÁö¯à¤d½ë
Though we may waver §ÚÌÁöµM®É±`·n°Ê 325Thy mighty Love °í±jªº·R 214Thy way,
not mine, O Lord ¨D§A´z¿ï§Ú¹D¸ô¡A§Ú¥D 159To the regions beyond I must
go ¨ì»·¤è 284To us our God His Love commends 46We
bless Thee, God and
Father ¤÷¯«¡A§Ú̺ٹ|§A 244We
hear the words of love §ÚÌÅ¥¨£·O·R¤§Án
162Were you there,
when they crucified my Lord §A¦ó¦b¡H·í¥L̰v¥D¤Q¬[
266What a Friend we
have in Jesus ¦óµ¥®¦¤Í 149When I survey lifeÕs
varied
scene, ·í§Ú¦b©ó³Ì·t®É¶¡ 88When
I survey the wondrous cross «ä©À¤Q¬[/ 52
§Ú¨CÀR©À¨º¤Q¦r¬[ When morning gilds the skies ±á¥ú±q¤Ñ¦Ó¹L 126Where
shall our wondÕring souls begin? §ÚÌn±q¨º¸Ì»¡°_ 72Wide, wide as the
ocean ¼s¡A¼s¦ü¬vµLÃä 319Will the will of God Ä@·N¯«©ÒÄ@·Nªº 321Within the
Veil ¶i¤J¹÷¤º 204Wrecked outright on Jesus?breast ·´¸H©ó¥D¯ÝÃh 327
¦Û§B¤j¥§§A»P§Ṳ́À¤â«á 167 ¦³®É¡A°¸¬O«C¤Ñ
171¤¤¤å¸ÖÃD¯Á¤Þ¤@µe¤@¥ÍÁo©ú¥¼¹J¼Ä¤â Come,
O thou Traveler unknown 76¤Gµe¤Q¦r¬[ªº¹D¸ônÄ묹 The
way of
the Cross means
sacrifice 209¤Q¬[¥Ã»·±o³Ó The cross it standeth fast
161¤Tµe¤S¬O¤@¦~¥¿°_º Another year is dawning 155¥|µe¤£¦A©w¸o No
condemnation 238¤£¦ºªº·R Immortal love,
forever full 259¤Þ§Ú¡A¬X·Rªº¥ú Lead,
kindly light 120¤µ¤é¦ó¤é O happy day that
fixed my choice On Thee
57¤µ§ÚµnÄÞÄÞ°ª¤s Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is
falling
317¤À§OÂkµ¹¸U¤ý¤§¤ý Set apart
... for Himself 204¤Ñ¨ÏÁö¯àÆg¬ü«ô´Â Though
angels
praise the heavenly
King 108¤÷¯«¡A§Ú̺ٹ|§A We bless
Thee, God and
Father 244¤÷¯«°Ú¡A§A¦b¯Ì¦Ï¸Ì O God! We see Thee in
the Lamb
52¤÷¡A§Úª¾¹D§Úªº¤@¥Í Father, I know
that all my life 23,175¤÷¡A¬O§A©Ò½à½ç In
goodness
givest Thou 245¤÷ªü¡A¨à¤kºÙ¹|§A¦W Father, Thy name our
souls would bless
226¤÷°Ú¡A¤[¦b³Ð¥@¤§«e Father, Õtwas Thy love that knew us
229¤÷ªü¡A¦b§A¨ÃµLÂà°Êªº¼v¨à Great is
Thy faithfulness 316¤µe¥D¡A§Ú´¿§_¥s¸tÆF¼~·T
Oh, have we grieved
Thee 132¥D¡A§Ú·PÁ§A¨Ï¥@¬É My God, I thank Thee
150¥D¡A§Ú·R§A°ê«× I
love Thy Kingdom, Lord 257¥D¡A¦b¦¹¡A§Ún»P§A Here,
O my
Lord, I see Thee
face to face 160¥D¡A¨D§A¦V§Ú§j¸tÆF O Lord, breathe Thy
Spirit on me 286¥D¡A±µ¯Ç§Ú̪º¸Öºq Lord, accept our feeble
song
109¥D¡A§Aª¾¹D©Ò¦³°®´÷ Lord, Thou knowest all
the hunger
205¥D¡A§A±o³Ó¡A§Ú¤µªA¨o Lord, Thou hast won, at length I
yield 97¥D¤Q¦r¬[¬O§Ú¸ØÄ£ In
the
cross of Christ I
glory 114¥Dªü¡A·Ó§A¦®·N My
Jesus, as Thou wilt
173¥DC¿q¡A§ÚÌ»E¶°¦b§A Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus 232¥DC¿q¡A§Ú¸r¼}¬¡¦b§A
Lord! Let my heart
still turn to Thee 234¥DC¿q¡A·í§ÚÌ·Q¨ì§A Lord Jesus!
when we think of
Thee 232¥D·R¬O§Ú¸Öºq My song is love unknown,
42¥j¸t«H¥õ Faith of
our fathers 129¥Ã¤[½Y¥Û¬°§Ú¶} Rock
of Ages, cleft for me
102¥Ã¤£»·©ó§A¤Q¬[ Never
further than Thy cross 174¥Ñ¦º¦Ó¥Í Life
out of
death 218¤»µe¦b§Ú»î¶¡¡A¤µ¤Ñ¦³¶§¥ú There is
sunshine in my soul today
272¦bªá¶é¸Ì I come to the
garden alone, 318¦b»·¤sÁq¥ßµÛ¥j¦Ñªº¤Q¦r¬[ On
a
hill far away 313¦pªG§Úªº¹D¸ô¤Þ§Ú¥h¨üW If the path I travel
330¦wæbC¿q¤âÁu Safe
in the arms of Jesus 276¦¬§Ú¦¹¥Í§@©^Äm Take
my life, and let
it be 156¦³®É¡A°¸¬O«C¤Ñ 171¦³¤@¤é¤Ñ¤W¥Rº¡¹|Æg One
day when heaven was
filled with His
praises 312¦³¤@¦å¬u There is a
fountain filled with
blood, 92¦³¤é»ÈÁå±Nn§éÂ_ Some
day the silver cord will break
277¦Û§B¤j¥§§A»P§Ṳ́À¤â«á 167¤Cµe§A¦ó¦b¡H·í¥L̰v¥D¤Q¬[ Were
you there, when they
crucified my Lord 266§Aªº¸oÁö¹³²¹¬õ Tho?your
sins be as scarlet
278§AªºÆF°Z«D»PÍ¢|¹L Hast
thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him
241§A«ç¨S¦³¶Ë²ª Hast thou no scar 323§Ö¼Ö¤é O
happy day that fixed my choice On Thee
57§Ú¤w±o»XÄ_¦å¬~²b How I
praise Thee 210§Ú¤w»P°ò·þ¦P°v¦º Crucified
with
Christ my Saviour 288§Ú¤£¨D§A¡A§Ú¥D I
do not ask, O Lord
153§Ú¤£¨£C¿q®eµØ How
tedious and tasteless the hours 96§Ú¤ý¥²©w§Ön¦AÁ{ My
King will
soon come back again 23,322§Ú¥DC¿q¬O§Úªº¸q Jesus, Thy blood and
righteousness 305§Ú¥DC¿q¬O§Úªº¸q Jesus, Thy
blood and righteousness
80§Ú¥H«H¤ß¥õ±æ§A¦b¤Q¦r¬[ My faith looks up to Thee 257§Ú¥²»P§A¦P¦b Fear not, I
am with thee 273§Ú¨CÀR©À¨º¤Q¦r¬[ When I
survey the wondrous cross
52§Úªº¯à¤O¡I¤£nÂ÷§Ú Go not far from
me 178§Úªº±Ï¥D¡A§A·R¦ó¥H³o¯u O blessed
Saviour, is Thy love 45§Ú¬O§_nIt¤Q¬[ Am I
a soldier of the Cross
55§Ú¬O¤@°¦Ãö¦bÅ¢¤¤ªº¤p³¾ A little bird l am 308§ÚÌn±q¨º¸Ì»¡°_ Where
shall our wondÕring souls begin? 72§Ú̱q«e©Ò¦³ All that we were
162§ÚÌ·Ó§A®¦´f¸Ü»y According
to Thy gracious word 137§ÚÌ·í¨Ó¦PÁnÅw©I Come,
Let
Us Join Our Cheerful
Songs 34§ÚÌ·í¨Ó¦PÁnÅw©I Come,
let us join our
cheerful songs 50§ÚÌ»ôÁn·PÁ Now thank we all our God 299§ÚÌÁöµM®É±`·n°Ê
Though we may waver 325§ÚÌÅ¥¨£·O·R¤§Án We hear the
words of love
162§Ún·R§A¡A§Úªº¤O¶q Thee will I love, my
strength, my tower
81§Ú¯«¡A§Ú¤ß¥Rº¡¦w¹ç My heart is
resting 181§Ú¯«¤D¬O¤j¯à³ùÂS A
mighty Fortress is our
God 24,298§Ú´¿¥Ç¸o¨ì¹½Â In tenderness He
sought me 216§Ú·í¦p¦ó·R§Úªº¥D
How shall I follow
Him I serve 139§Ú·q«ô§A¡A¯«ªº¦®·N I worship Thee,
sweet will of God 131§Ú»P°ò·þ¤w¦P°v¦º I
am crucified with Jesus
289§Ú»¡n¥h I would have gone 183§Ú¿W¦Û¨Ó¨ìªá¶é¤¤ I come to
the garden alone,
318§ÚÄ@§ó¦h»{ÃѰò·þ More about
Jesus would I know 272§ÚÆF¡AÂíÀR Be still,
my soul! the Lord is
on thy side 173¦ó¯à¦p¦¹ And can it be
that I
should gain 70¦óµ¥®¦¤Í What a
Friend we have in Jesus 149¦óµ¥ºF·\¡A¦óµ¥µh®¬
Oh, the bitter shame
and sorrow 202¦óµ¥Åv¬`¡IC¿qªº¦W All hail the
powÕr of Jesus?name 98¨C¤é¦±á·R³£·sÂA New
every morning is the love
119¨D§A´z¿ï§Ú¹D¸ô¡A§Ú¥D Thy way, not mine, O Lord 159¨S¦³¦å¡A¨S¦³¾Â No
blood, no altar now 162¨S¦³¶¡¹j Nothing between 200¤KµeÍ¢¤£¯à±Ï¦Û¤v Himself
He could not save 240Í¢ªº±»ª¤ñ§O¤H¼¬±| Marred more than any manÕs
208Í¢¬O¤@¤Á³Ì¿Ë Nearest of all is He 326Í¢¬°§Ú¦º He
died for me that I
might live 287¨Ó°Ú¡A§A³o¸UºÖªº¬u·½ Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
100¨õ·L¦A¨õ·L Lower and lower 274¨ì»·¤è To
the regions beyond I must go
284©_«v®¦¨å Amazing grace 94ª÷¦â¼»§N¤Ñ¤W¶m Jerusalem the golden
121ªø¤[¸g¾ú¤w¸gªíÅã My Lord,
how full of sweet content 307ªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü Abba,
Father
230ªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü¡A§ÚÌ·q«ô Abba, Father! We adore Thee
106¤Eµe«e¥h¡I§Ṳ́f¸¹ Forward! Be our
watchword 147«e¦b®J¤Î¬°¸o¥£¹² Far
away the noise of
strife upon my ear
is falling 317«enªº¬O¯¬ºÖ Once it was the blessing
290«u³é¡I±Ï¥D¯u´¿¬y¦å¡H Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? 49«ä©À¤Q¬[
When I survey the
wondrous cross 52¬O·Rªº¯«§@§Úªª¤H The
King of love my
Shepherd is 146¬¡µÛ¬°C¿q Living for Jesus a life that
is true
315¬°§A§Ú±Ë¥Í©R I gave my life for thee 157¬°§Ú°v¦ºªºC¿q Object
of my first
desire 105¬°µÛ³o»æ©M³oªM For
the bread and for the wine
161¬Ýþ¡I«a°Ã¤wµ¹¯Ì¦Ï Behold the Lamb with
glory crowned 108¬üÄR¿ü¦w¡A§Ú¯«¸t«° Glorious
things of thee are
spoken 95C¿q¡A§Ú¤µºJ¤U©Ò¦³ Jesus, I my cross
have
taken 143C¿q¡A§Ú¤µÅwµM¦w®§ Jesus! I am resting 211C¿q¡A§ÚªºWµh¤Ó²`
Jesus, my sorrow
lies too deep 236C¿q¡A¥un¤@·Q¨ì§A Jesus, the very
thought of Thee 123C¿q¡AC¿q¡A§Úªº©Ê©R O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord
129C¿q¡AÆF»îªº·R¤H Jesus,
lover of my soul, 74C¿q¡A§Aªº¥þ³Óªº·R Jesus,
Thine
all victorious love 72C¿q¡I³o¦W¥i·R Jesus, Thy name I love
232C¿q¡I³o¦W²¢¬ü¡BªâªÚ How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds 96C¿q¡I§A¦W¦b§Ú¦Õ¶¡
Jesus! How much Thy
name unfolds 148n«ä·QC¿q Consider Him
213§A«H¹ê¦ó¼s¤j Great is Thy faithfulness 316§A¬O·Rªº·Å¬X®ð®§ I cannot
breathe
enough of Thee 215§AY¤£À£¾ñÆV¦¨´í Olives that
have known no pressure
331§A³o¯«ªºÁôÂ꺷R Thou hidden
love of God 304§A³o¯«ªºÁôÂ꺷R Thou
hidden
love of God, whose
height 24,80§A³o¤£ªÖ©ñ§Úªº·R O Love, that wilt not
let me go 192§A·R©Òµ¹¡AÁöµM¬Æ¦h Of all the gifts Thy
love bestows
93¤Qµe®@§Ún¹³§A O to be like Thee 314®@¡A¥D¡A§ÚÌ·Q¨ì§A O
Lord, when we the
path retrace 233®@¡A¥D¡A¨D§A«ü±Ð§Ú O teach me what it
meaneth
212®@¡A¥DC¿q¡A§Ú¤ß³ß¼Ö O Jesus, Lord! Õtis joy to know 231®@¡A¦bºaÄ£¸Ìªº°ò·þ I
was journeying in
the noontide 249®@¡AÄ@§Ú¦³¤d¸U¦ÞÀY O, for a thousand
tongues to sing 73®@¡I¯«¡A¬O§A¥l§ÚÌ¨Ó By Thee, O God, invited
148®@¡I°ò·þªº¤Q¦r¬[ Though
Christ a thousand times 302®@¡IÅý§Ú̦b¥D¸Ì±±`³ß¼Ö
O let us rejoice in
the Lord evermore 287®@¥D¡A§A·R¿ñÁïµLÃä No thought
can reach 300®@¥D¨D§Aªø¦b§Ú¤ß O Jesus
Christ, grow Thou in me
306®¦¨å¡X¬ü§®Ánµ Grace!
Õtis a charming sound 57¯u¯«¤§·R¡A°¶¤jµL½a The
love of
God is greater far 311¯«¥Î¶ø¯µ¦æ°Ê«e¨Ó God moves
in a mysterious way
92¯«¥¼´¿À³³\ God hath not promised
skies always blue 325¯«¦b¤Ñ¤W¦³¤@Ä_¨©
God in heaven hath a
treasure 248¯«ªº¨à¤l¿Ë·R±Ï¥D O blessed
Saviour,
Son of God 231¯«ªº°ò·þ¡AºaÄ£ªº¥D Lord of glory, we adore
Thee 239¯«¸t¤§·R
Love Divine, all
loves excelling, 72¯«¸tªº·R¡A¦ó¨ä¥Ì²¢ O Love Divine,
how sweet Thou art! 75¤Q¤@µe°í±jªº·R Thy mighty Love
214±Ï¥DC¿q¡A§Úªº¤Ó¶§ Sun of my soul, Thou
Saviour dear 119±Ï¥DC¿q¤w´_¬¡ Christ
the Lord
is risen today,
Alleluia! 71±q§Ú¬¡¥X§Aªº¦Û¤v Live
out Thy life within
me 158±q«e¨ºÀ¹¯ð´ÆªºÀY Jesus, Thy
head, once crowned with thorns
107±©¦³C¿q¬O§ÚÃD¥Ø Jesus only
is our message 290±©¦³±`¥X¥N»ù Cross of
Christ! lead onward 291±á¥ú±q¤Ñ¦Ó¹L When morning gilds the skies
126³oÓºaÄ£«H®§¦ó²¢ Oh, how
sweet the glorious message 285°ò·þÁö¯à¤d½ë Though
Christ a thousand
times 302¤Q¤Gµe²³¤H´é¶i¥Dªº°ê«× Many crowd the SaviourÕs
kingdom 294´_¿³§A¤u§@¡A¥D Revive
Thy work, O Lord 240´¶¥@ÅwÄË Joy
to the
world 51µL§O¯Ì¦Ï None other
Lamb 182µL§A¡A§Ú´NµLªk·Q I
could not do
without Thee 156¶i¤J¹÷¤º Within the Veil 204¶i¨Ó§Ú¥D Come in, O come
201¤Q¤Tµe·Ó§Ú¥»¬Û Just
as I am 145·í§Ú¦b©ó³Ì·t®É¶¡ When
I survey lifeÕs
varied scene, 88·R¥Dªº¤H³£¨Ó Come, we that love the Lord
34,52·t¤¤¼Ò¯ÁµL¤@½u«G¥ú O soul, are you weary and troubled 320·´¸H©ó¥D¯ÝÃh Wrecked
outright on
Jesus?breast 327¸t®{²³¤ß·R¸Ì¬Ûô Christian
hearts, in love
united 305¸t«v¡A¸t«v¡A¸t«v Holy, Holy,
Holy 138¹|ÆgÁnµ¦óµ¥Ãø±o How
pleasant
is the sound of
praise 33,108»P§Ú¦P¦í¡A¤i¶§¦è¨I¨³³t Abide with me:
fast
falls the eventide 142»P§A§ó¿Ë¡A§Ú¯« Nearer,
my God, to Thee
114¤Q¥|µeºaÄ£Âk©ó§Ú¥D Glory to God on
high! 90ºÖ«v¡A¥H·RÁpô Blest be the tie
that binds 101ÀH§A½Õ«× Have Thine own
way, Lord 319¤Q¤µe¼s¡A¼s¦ü¬vµLÃä
Wide, wide as the
ocean 319¤Q¤»µe¾Ì§A·N¦æ Have
Thine own way, Lord
319¿Ë·Rªº¥D¡A§A¨º©_§®¸Ü»y That mystic word of Thine 254¿ô¨Ó¡A§Ú»î¡A·íÀH´Â¶§
Awake, my soul, and
with the sun 47ÀR¡BÀR¹ï§A Still, still with Thee
255ÁÙ¨D¥D§â§Ú®¹¸j Make
me a captive, Lord 193¤Q¤Eµeë§i¤D¬O¸Û¤ß¤§Ä@
Prayer is the soulÕs sincere desire 137Ä@·N¯«©ÒÄ@·Nªº Will
the will of God
321¤Ü¤GµeÅ¥þ¡I¤d¸UÁnµ¹p»ï Hark! Ten
thousand voices crying
226¤Ü¥|µeÅý§Ų́ÓÀq·Q¸²µå¾ðªº¤@¥Í Let us consider now this life of the Vine
184¤Ü¤»µeÆg¬ü¯u¯«¡A¸UºÖ·½ÀY Praise God,
from whom all blessings flow 47 Be
all at rest 207 Come, Lord, and
tarry not 165 Come, my Way, my Truth, my
Life: 39 IÕve found the Pearl of
greatest price, 41 Let all the
world
in every corner sing 39 Not written
down in haste, but in the quiet 168
Our God, our help in
ages past, 53 Teach me,
my God and King, 40 The
Church has waited
long 164 To us our God His
Love commends 46