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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±¤§Ú­Ì±`¥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¦]¬°§Ú­Ì±q¨Ó¨S¦³°Û¹L¡A¹ï§Ú­Ì¨Ó»¡´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¥L­Ìªº¸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§Ú­Ì§ä¨ì¥L©Ò¼gªº¤@­º¸Ö¡uMy Song Is Love Unknown¡v¡A¤]§ä¨ì¤@­Ó¤¤¤å͵ü¡u³o·R¡v¡C1.     

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®@¡A§Ú¬O½Ö¡HÍ¢³º¬°§Ú¨üºÉ§é¿i¡A¬y¥X¦å¤ô¡C2.  ºJ±óºaÄ£¤Ñ®x¡A¬°¨Ó¦¨¥\±ÏÅ«¡F      

¤H«o¬ÝÍ¢­¯¥Í¡A±Ï®¦µø­YµL¸@¡F       ¦ýÍ¢¡A§Ú¤Í¡A±N§Ú­I­t¡A¤Q¬[º¡¨¬¯«ªº­n¨D¡C3. 

¦³®É¥L­ÌçE¸ô¡Aªï±µ¥L­Ìªº¤ý¡F       ªu³~¦VÍ¢Åw©I¡A¡u©M¼»¨º¡vÁnÅT«G¡F  

´¿´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¥L­Ì¬O­Ó¸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§Ú­Ì°Ûªº®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¸Ì­É¨Óªº¡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§Ú­Ì©Ò¥Îªº¸Öºq¥H¥~¡AÁÙ¦³³\¦hÄ_ÂæsµÛ¡A¦³«Ý§Ú­Ìµo±¸¡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§Ú­Ì¤£´±»¡¥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¥L­Ì¦­ÂI°_¨Ó¦u±á§ó¡A´N´À¥L­Ì¼g¤F¤@­º¸Öºq¬O¦­±á°Ûªº¡F¤]¼g¤F¤@­º¸Öºq¡Aµ¹¥L­ÌºÎı¥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¤@­Ó½Ð¨D¡A¥L²zÀ³¨üÃd­YÅå¤~¬O¡A«o±À«o¤F¬Ó«Ò¡C¦]¬°¬Ó«Ò¹ï¥L»¡¡G¡u§A¯à¤£¯à§â§A¦íªº¦a¤è­Éµ¹§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¤@­Ó±ß¤W¡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§Ú­Ì¦pªGŪ¥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¥L­Ó¸Ì­±ªº·Pı¨Ó¡C§Ú­Ì¤£´±»¡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¥L­Ì¬ü¦n«e³~ªº«OÃÒ¡C¥L­Ì­º¿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®É­Ô³Ì¦nªº¤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§â³o­Ó³Ì°ªªººaÅA¹{µ¹¥H¼»µØ¯÷¡C¥i¨£¥Lªº¤~µØ¬O¦óµ¥°ª¡A¹ï­^°êªº°^Äm¬O¦óµ¥¤j¡CÁöµM¥L¥¢¥h¤F¤@­Ó«Ü¦nªº¾÷·|¡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§Ú­Ì«Ü¤jªºÀ°§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§Ú­Ì¼ô±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.

Darby¡^ªº¡uÅ¥°Ú¡A¤d¸UÁn­µ©I³Û¡v¡]¨£­¶226¡^¡Aª½¨ì¤µ¤Ñ±Ð·|°Û³o­º¸Öºq¡AÁÙ¨S¦³§â¨º­º¸Öºqªº·Pı°Û¥X¨Ó¡F­Y¯à§â³o¸Öºq°Û¥X¨Ó¡A§Ú­Ì¯uªºÄ±±o¦b¦a¦n¹³¦b¤Ñ¤@¼Ë¡C²Ä¤G­º´N¬O¥H¼»µØ¯÷ªº³o­º¸Öºq¡u§Ú­Ì·í¨Ó¦PÁnÅw©I¡v¡C¹F¯µ©M¥H¼»µØ¯÷¯à¼g¥X³o»ò¬üªº¸Öºq¡A¬O¦]¬°Åª¨ì±Ò¥Ü¿ý²Ä¤­³¹¤¤ªº¡u¯Ì¦Ï¬O°t¡v¡C¤@¦¸¡A¥H¼»µØ¯÷­nÁ¿±Ò¥Ü¿ý²Ä¤­³¹¯«ªººaÄ£¡A¥Lı±o¨S¦³¤@­º¸Öºq¯à°÷§â¥Lªº·Pı°t¥X¨Ó¡F©Ò¥H¼g¤F³o­º¸Ö¡A·Ç³ÆÁ¿§¹¹D«á±Ð¤j®a°Û¡Cµ²ªG¡A¥L­Ì³£¯à§â·Pı°Û¥X¨Ó¡C¤S¦]«C¦~¤H³ßÅw°Û¡A¹ï¯«ªº¦L¶H¤]´N¥[²`¤F¡C¦³¤@­Ó¤ô¤â¦bÁ{²×ªº®É­Ô¡A¬ðµM®`©È°_¨Ó¡A¤£ª¾¹D¦Û¤v¬O§_±o±Ï¡H´N¦b¦¹®É¸£®ü¤¤¯B²{³o­º¸Öºqªº²Ä¤G¸`¡G¡u¤É¤Ñ¯Ì¦Ï¡A§A¯u¬O°t¡A¨Ó±o³o¼ËÆg¬ü¡C¡v­ì¨Ó³o¬O¥L¦~»´®É°Û¹Lªº¡A¨ä¥Lªº§Ñ°O¤F¡A¥u°O±o³o¥b¸`¡C³o¥b¸`¸Öºq¨Ï¥L·Q°_¥D­C¿q´N¬O¯«ªº¯Ì¦Ï¡A¦]Í¢´À¦º¡A©Ò¥H§Ú´N¤£¥²¦A¦º¤F¡F¦]¦¹¥L«K¥­ÀR¤U¨Ó¡A¦wµM¯ºµÛ¥h¨£¥D¡C¿Ë·RªºÅªªÌ¡A¤d¸U¤£­n¥H¬°¤µ¤Ñ¦~»´¤H¤£³ßÅw³o¨Ç¸Öºq¡A¦]¦Óµ¹¥L­Ì¤@¨Ç®É»ì¡B¸`«µ»´§Öªººq¡C¨º¨Ç»´§Öªººq¯à°÷¥s¥L­Ì¤@®É¿³¾Ä¡A¦b·P©x¤W±o¨ì¨ë¿E¡A¦ý¯u¥¿¯àµ¹¤HÀ°§Uªº¡A¤D¬O¥H¼»µØ¯÷©Ò¼gªº¤Î¨ä¥L¦³ÄÝÆF¥÷¶qªº¸Öºq¡C¥H¼»µØ¯÷¤S¼g¤F¥@¬ÉµÛ¦Wªº¡u´¶¥@ÅwÄË¡v¡]Joy

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§Ú­Ì¼ô±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§Ú­Ì©Ò³ß·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¤l­Ì³£°e©¹«D¬w¶Ç¹D¡C²Ä¤@­Ó«Ä¤l¨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§Ú­Ì³ßÅwªº¸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@§Ú­Ì¯à³ß·R³o¨Ç¸Öºq¡C¥o¼w¥ß´¼¡]Philip

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Õtis a charming sound,Harmonious to the ear;HeavÕn with the echo shall

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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me.¤¤¤å¦ü¥G¥i¥H½Ķ±o§ó¦n¡A¦ýµL½×¦p¦ó¡A­^¤å¼g±o«D±`¦n¡A¯à§â¥L­Ì±o±Ïªº¥ú´º©M·Pı¼g¥X¨Ó¡C½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«Á{²×ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¤f¸Ì°Ûªº´N¬O³o­º¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤G­º¬O¤j®a¼ô±xªº¡u±Ï¥D­C¿q¤w´_¬¡¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡v¡G±Ï¥D­C¿q¤w´_¬¡¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I¦º¤`®¹¯Á¥þ¸Ñ²æ¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I¤Ñ¨ÏÆg¬ü¼ÖÅwÄË¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡I¸o¤H»X®¦¤]ÅTÀ³¡A«¢§Q¸ô¨È¡IChrist

the Lord is risen today, Alleluia! Sons of men and angels say,

Alleluia! Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!Sing, ye heavÕns, and

earth reply,

Alleluia!²Ä¤T­º¸Öºq¬O¡uÅ¥ªü¡A¤Ñ¨Ï°ªÁn°Û¡v¡C¥¦©Ò¥HµÛ¦W¡A¬O¦]¬°»P¸t½Ï¸`¦³Ãö«Y¡C¤@¤K¤K¤­¦~¡Aª÷¶®¦U¡]James King¡^

§@¤F¤@­Ó²Î­p¡A¥L§â­^°ê¸t¤½·|¤­¤Q¤G¥»¸Öºq§@²Î­p¡Aµ²ªG±o²¼³Ì°ªªº´N¬O³o­º¸Öºq¡A¦@¦³¤­¤Q¤@²¼¡A´N¬O¤­¤Q¤G¥»¸Ö¶°¸Ì¡A¥u¦³¤@¥»¨S¦³³o­º¸Ö¡C¤£¹L³o­Ó²Î­p¥i¯à¦³ÂI¤£¤½¥­¡A¦]¬°¬O¸t½Ï¸Ö¡A­Y­n¼y¯¬¸t½Ï¸`´N­n°Û¸t½Ïºq¡A©Ò¥H¦U¸Ö¶°¤£¯à¤£±Ä¥Î¡C¤U¤@­º­n¤¶²Ðªº¸Öºq¬O¡u­C¿q¡A§Aªº¥þ³Óªº·R¡v¡A§Ú­Ì¥i¥H±q¨ä¤¤¬Ý¨£±Ð·|´_¿³ªº¥ú´º©M·Pı¡C­C¿q¡A§Aªº¥þ³Óªº·R¡A¤w¸g¼åÄé§Ú¤ß¡F§Ú¤ß´N¤£¦A·|·nÂ\¡A´N¯à¥Í®Ú©ó¯«¡A´N¯à¥Í®Ú©ó¯«¡CJesus,

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¤@­Ó½Ã²z¤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§Ú­ÌºNµÛ¥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¤@¦¸¥L­Ì¦b¤@­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¥L­Ì¥Î¤â¥]¦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¤@­Ó¹A­Ü¸Ì­±¡C¦b¹A­Üªþªñ¦³¤@±ø¤p¤ô·Ë¡A¥L­Ì´N¥Î¨º·Ë¤ô¸Ñ¥L­ÌªºÄÈ´÷¡A¥H¤Î¬~¥L­Ìªº¶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§Ú­Ìª¾¹D¥L¨ü¤F¼¯º¸ºû¨È§Ì¥S­Ìªº¤j¼vÅT¡C¦]¬°¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº§Ì¥S­Ì«ÜµÛ­«¡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¥L­Ì¼vÅT¡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§Ú­Â¡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¥L­Ì°Ûªº®É­Ô¡A¥L­Ìªº¤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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share?   O may I bless my God;     Thy kindness let my songs declare, And spread

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sufferings pain my heart, Or future terrors rise,   And light and hope

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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¯f­Ë¤F¡A§Ú·Q¬O§_À³°±¤î§Ú­Ìªº¥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¤@­Ó«Ü¤jªºÀ°§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¥L­ÌµL½×¨ì¨º¸Ì¡A¤W©¤«á³£·|«Ü©ñ¿º¡C¤Q¤@·³ªº¤û¹y¡A¦ÛµM²ß¬V¤F¤ô¤â­Ì³\³\¦h¦hªºÃa²ßºD¡C¦³¤@¦¸¡A¥L­Ì¨Ó¨ìªÖ¯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¿«¤û¹y­ì¥»©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¥L­Ì¤G¤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.      

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§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¥L­Ì¬O¯«¿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¥L­Ì¦bŪ¸t¸gªº®É­Ô¡Aµo²{¤@¨Ç¯u²z¡A©Ò¥H¥L­Ì¼g¸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§Ú­Ì³£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!

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·í§Ú·Pı§Aªº·R¡A¼Ë¼Ë¸Ì­±¥Í³ß¼Ö¡F   §A­Y»P§Ú¥Ã¦P¦b¡A©¯ºÖ´N¤£¬VÆSÅÆ¡F  

¥u­n§Ú±o§A¦Û¤v¡A¤@¤Á©¯ºÖªºÁ`ÂáF   §Ú´N§¹¥þ±o¦w®§¡A¤Ñ¤W¤H¶¡¨â¤Ñ°ó¡C1. Object of my

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§Ú­Ì¦bÀ¼»æ»E·|®É±`±`°Ûªº¡C§Ú­Ì¹ï³o¦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§Ú­Ì²{¤µ±oÃѧA·R¡A¯u¬O§Ú­ÌªººÖ®ð¡F§Ú­Ì±oµÛ³o¼ËÅv¬`¡A¬O¦]­C¿qªº´L¦W¡F§AÆF¤]©M§Ú­ÌªºÆF¡AÃÒ©ú§Ú­Ì¦³¥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¥L­Ì¬°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¬O­Ó«Ü¦³¬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¥L­Ìµo²{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§Ú­Ì¤¸­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§Ú­Ì¦Û¥Ì½pÀq¡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§Ú­Ì¤ß¤¤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¡GЭ¦bÄ_®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§Ú­Ìªº¸Öºq¡AÁöµMÁn­µ³»¬X®z¡F§Ú­Ì­z»¡§Aªº¼w¡A¾á­t§Ú­Ìªº¸o¹L¡CLord,

accept our feeble song!  PowÕr and praise to Thee belong;We would all

Thy grace record, Holy, gracious, loving

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Collen Bryant¡^¡A·RÀq¥Í¡]Ralph Waldo Emerson¡^¡A®Ô¶Où¡]Henry Wadsworth

Longfellow¡^¡AÀN©i´µ¡]Oliver Wendell Holmes¡^¡Aºû¨½¡]Jones

Very¡^©M¬¥ºûº¸¡]James Russel

Lowell¡^¡C³o¤@¬£ªº¹D²z¡A§Ú­Ìµ´¹ï¤£¯à°÷±µ¨ü¡C¦ý¬O¡A¦b¥L­Ì©Ò¼gªº¸Öºq¸Ì­±¡A«o©úÅã¦a¹³¯Â¥¿«H¥õªº°ò·þ®{©Ò¼gªº·Pı¤@¼Ë¡A«Ü¯àÀ°§U¤H¡Cµy«á·|¤¶²Ð¥L­Ì©Ò¼gªº¤G­º¸Öºq¡A¥i¯à·|¥O§A­ÌÀ~¤@¸õ¡A¦]¬°³£¬O¤j®a·R°Ûªº¡C©Ò¥H¦b³oºØ±¡§Î©³¤U¡A¿ï¾Ü¸Öºq«K¹J¤W§xÃø¡C½×¯u²z¡A³o¤@¬£¬O¦³°ÝÃDªº¡F¦ý¥L­Ìªº¸Ö¦³ªº½T¯àÀ°§U¤H¡A¥u­n§â¥¦§ï´X­Ó¦r´N¥i¥H°Û¤F¡C©Ò¥H¿ï¿è¸Öºqªº¤Hı±o¨S¦³²z¥Ñ§â¥L­Ìªº¸Öºq³£±Æ°£¦b¥~­±¡A¥u­n¤p¤ß¡A¤£³\¯u²z¤Wªº¿ù»~º¯¤J¦r¨½¦æ¶¡¸Ì­±¡C³o­Ó¥i¥H»¡¬O¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¤@­Ó«Ü¤jªº¯SÂI¡A²{¤¶²Ð¥L­Ì¤G­º§@«~¡G²Ä¤@­º¡G¥D¤Q¦r¬[¬O§Ú¸ØÄ£¡A¦~¥N·À¨S¥¦¿W¦s¡F¯«¸t¨ÆÂÝ¥ú½÷Àô¶¡A¤Q¬[ÄÞµM¬O¤¤¤ß¡CIn

the cross of Christ I glory,TowÕring oÕer the wrecks of time;All the

light of sacred story,Gathers round its head sublime.³o­º¸Ö¬O¥]ªL¡]Sir

John Bowring,

1792-1872¡^©Ò¼g¡C¥L¬O¤@¦ìµÛ¦Wªº¥~¥æ®a¡A·|»¡¤K¤QºØ»y¨¥¡A¨ä¤¤ºë³q¤G¤QºØ¡C¥L¾ú¸g­n¾¡A³Ì«á°µ¤F­»´äªºÁ`·þ¡CÁöµM¥L¬O¯«®æ¤@¤¸¬£ªº¦¨­û¡AµM¦Ó¥Lªº¸Öºq¦b·Pı¤W±µªñºÖ­µ¬£ªº°}Àç¡C¾Ú»¡¤@¦¸¥L§¤²î¨ì¿Dªù¡A¸g¹L¤@­Ó¼o¼V¡A¤@®y§«ô°óªºÂ§}¡C­ì¨Ó¦b©ú¥½²Mªì¡A¤é¥»ªº¤@¨Ç°ò·þ®{°kÃø¨ì¿Dªù¡A»\¤F¤@®y§«ô°ó¡A¥s¡u¸t«Où°ó¡v¡C«á¨Ó¸Ó°ó¦]¦a¾_©M¤õ¨a¥þ·´¡A¥u³Ñ¤U«e¾À©M«a³»ªº¤Q¦r¬[¡C¥]ªLÁ`·þ¨ì³Xªº®É­Ô¡A¤Q¦r¬[¨ÌµM¦z¥ß¦b¨º¸Ì¡C¥L«K¤j¨ü·P°Ê¡A·NÃÑ¨ì¬Æ»òªF¦è³£¥i¥H·´±¼¡A¦ý¬O¤Q¦r¬[¥Ã»·¬O§Úªº¸ØÄ£¡C´NµÛ¸t¸g¯u²z¨Ó»¡¡A³o­º¸Öºq¤@ÂIªºÃø³B³£¨S¦³¡A°ß¤@¬O¥L«ù¦uªº±Ð°V¤£¹ï¡A¦ý¥L³o­º¸ÖºqÁÙ¬O¹ïªº¡C²Ä¤G­º¡G»P§A§ó¿Ë¡A§Ú¯«¡A»P§A§ó¿Ë¡FÁöµM¤Q¬[¦b¨­¡A¤£©ö«e¶i¡F§Úªººq°ÛÁn­µ¡A¤´¬O»P§A§ó¿Ë¡A¤´¬O»P§A§ó¿Ë¡A»P§A§ó¿Ë¡CNearer,

my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee;EÕen tho?it be a cross that raiseth

me,Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to Thee!Nearer, my God, to

Thee!Nearer to Thee!³o­º¸Ö¬O¼»©Ô¨È·í¡]Sarah Adams,

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Henry

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Keble,

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Christian

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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®É­È¶À©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¥Í­Ì³£¬O¥Lªº¸Ö°g¡C®ÕªøÁܽЬ_¬fº¸°V¸Ü«o³Q°û©Ú¤F¡AµM¦Ó¬_¬fº¸«o­@¤ß¦aÅ¥¥L­Ì°Û¸Ö¡Aº¸«á¯ºµÛ¦^À³»¡¡G¡u«Ä¤l­Ì¡A§A­Ì°Ûªº¦±½Õ¤ÓÀu¬ü¤F¡A¦ýÄ@§A­Ìªº¤@¥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 are decked in glorious sheen.3.    O sweet

and bless country, the home of GodÕs elect!       O sweet and bless

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¤@¦ì­×¤h¡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¯«¤÷¡B­×¤k¡B¥D±Ð¡B­×¤h¡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¸¬O­Ó½Ķ¤j®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¥L­×¤hªºÁ`©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§Ú­Ìª¾¹D¦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.        

±á¥ú±q¤Ñ¦Ó¹L¡A§Ú¤ß¿ô¨Ó©I»¡¡G       Ä@­C¿q¨üÆg¬ü¡F¤£½×¤u§@¡Bë§i¡A    

§Ú­n¦V¥D­Ê¾a¡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§Ú­Ìªº¤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§Ú­Ì¦bÀ¼»æ®É±`±`°Û¡C1.

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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¥L­Ì¬°´´¬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®{­Ìªº§@«~¡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.      

§Ú·q«ô§A¡A¯«ªº¦®·N¡I§Aªº¤@¤Á¹D¸ô¡F ¨C¤é¬¡µÛ¡A§Ú¬O·R§A¡A¦n¹³¤ñ«e¶i¨B¡C2.       

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§Ú¤£©È§A¡A¥i·R¦®·N¡A§Aªº²Îªv¥Ì²¢¡C°Æºq¡G    Í¢¦p¯¬ºÖ¡A­W¤]Åܼ¢¡A§_«h¼Ö¥ç¥i±­¡F

¦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¥L­Ì³ßÅwÍ¢¨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\§Ú­Ì¤]Å¥¹L¦h¦¸¡u¶¶ªA®¦»I¡vªºÁ¿¹D¡A¦ý§Ú­Ì°Û³o­º¸Öºqªº®É­Ô¡A¯u¯à§â§Ú­Ìªº·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§Ú­Ì§@¥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§Ú­Ìµy¬°¬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¥S­Ì¤¤¶¡¬O·íµMªº¨Æ¡A¥L­Ìªº´_¿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§Ú­ÌºqÁn¬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§Ú­Ì°ò·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¤@­Ó«Ü¤jªº°^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.  

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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¨Ó­Â¡A¨Ó´÷¡v¡AµM«á¦A²Ä¥|¸`¤S­«½ÆµÛ¡G¡u¨Ó¼~¡A¨Ó­Â¡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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¤£¯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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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

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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¬°§Ú­Ì°v¤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

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¡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¡A­É¥Î¥LªºÃD§÷¡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¥L­Ì¤G¤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§Ú­Ìª`µø©_§®Ä_¦å¡A§Ú­Ì¬Ý¨£°¶¤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§Ú­Ì±q«e©Ò¦³¡A¤£¹L´N¬O¸o´c¡B¨I²_¡F§Ú­Ì²{¤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§Ú­Ì«Ü¦hÀ¼»æªº¸Öºq¡C¦b±Ð·|¾ú¥v¤W¦³¨â¦ìÀj¯Ç¡A¤@¦ì¬OAndrew

Boner¡AÁÙ¦³¤@¦ì¸Ö¤HÀj¯Ç¡C¥L­Ì¬O¿Ë¥Í¥S§Ì¡A¦P¬°¥D¨Ï¥Î¡C¥L­Ì­Ç¦ì¦bºÖ­µ¯u²z¤W¬O¨å«¬ªº¥[º¸¤å¤H¡AµM¦Ó¥L­Ì¤@¥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¥L­Ì±q¬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¤¤Äݩ󭺳СC²{¦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§Ú­Ì¤À¤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¯h­Â¡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¥L­Ì¤w³vº¥Â÷¶}¡A¤@¦¸¤@¦¸¡A§Ú­Ì±æ§A§Ö¦^¡C§Ú¥D¡A¬°¦ó§A¤´¨S¦³Åã°ÊÀR¡A¤Ñ¤´³¬¦í¡A§Ú­ÌÆ[¬Ý¤´¹ïÃè¡A§Ú­Ì¦b¦¹¨ÌµMµ¥«J¦Aµ¥­Ô¡A«u§r¡A¬O§_§Ú­Ìµ¥­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¤£¥u­É¤F¤@¨Ç¦n¥y¤l¡A¤]­É¤F¸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¤]­É¤F¬[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·|»¡§Ú­Ì¨ü¤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.  

¤÷¡A§Úª¾¹D§Úªº¤@¥Í§A¤w´À§Ú¤À¦n¡A   ©Ò¦³¥²¶·µo¥ÍÅܧó¡A§Ú¤£®`©È¬Ý¨ì¡F  

§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§Ú­Ì«Ü¤Ö¬Ý¨ì¦³¤@­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,ÐР   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

go;²{¦b§Ú­n¯d¤U¨Ó¡Aµ²ªG¯«­n§Ú¥h¡ANow I would rest; God bids me

work.µ¥¨ì§Ú»¡§Ú­n¦w®§¡A¦ý¬O¯«¤S¥s§Ú¥h§@¤u¡C¡]¤¤²¤¡^I 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

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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§Ú­Ìª¾¹D¤@­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¥~¤@­Ó¤è¦¡¨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¥L­Ì¦b°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¤¤§Ú­Ì«Ü¼ô±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¯à­È±o§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§Ú­Ì¹ï¥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¤@­Ó¶Ç¹D¤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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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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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

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G. Deck,

1802-1884¡^¦b§Ì¥S·|¸Ì­±¡A¹F¯µªº¸Öºq¤£¬O¼g±o³Ì¦n¡AÁöµM¥Lªº¡uµL²×¤§ºq¡v¦bÆg¬ü¸Ö¤¤³Ì¬ü¡F¦ý¾ãÅé¨Ó»¡¡A§Ì¥S·|¸Ì­±³Ì·|¼gÆg¬ü¸Ö¡A¬O­}§J§Ì¥S¡C¥L¬O§Ì¥S·|²£¥Íªº¤@­Ó³Ì¯à°÷¥Nªí§Ì¥S·|ªº¸Ö¤H¡C­}§J´¿¤@«×¦b®ü­xªA°È¡A±ß¦~«h²¾©~¯Ã¦èÄõ¥h¡A¥þ®É¶¡ªA¨Í¨º¸Ìªº»E·|¡C¯Ã¦èÄõ¨ü§Ì¥S·|ªº¼vÅT«Ü¼F®`¡A¤×¨ä¬O³¬Ãö§Ì¥S·|¡A¨ì²{¦b¥L­Ìªº»E·|¤´¬O«Ü¿³©ô¡AÅ¥»¡¤µ¤Ñ¦b°ò·þ«°

¡]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¥Ãí©T¡A«O¦u§Ú­Ì¥Ãí©T¡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¥L­Ì¤£ª¾¹D¬O­}§J¼gªº¡C«á¨Ó¥L­Ì¦^°êªº®É­Ô¡A§â³o­º¸Öºq¤S±q¤¤¤åªºÂ½¦¨­^¤å¡C©Ò¥H§Ú­Ì°Û³o­º¸Öºq¡A­n¬Ý¬O¨º¤@­Óª©¥»¡F³o¸Ì¦C¥Xªº¬O­}§J¼gªºª©¥»¡C²Ä¤G­º¡Gªüª¨¡A¤÷ªü¡A§Ú­Ì²{¦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§Ú­Ì©Ó»{§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§Ú­Ìªº¥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§Ú­Ì²æ¦º©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§Ú­ÌªºÆF¬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§Ú­Ì¥Î«H¨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

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¥D¡AÀ¿°®§Ú²´²\¡A¥­ÀR§Ú¼Û®§¡C1.     Lord! Let my heart 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¦o­Ìªº½Tµ¹±Ð·|±a¨Ó«Ü¤jªº¯¬ºÖ¡C§Ú­Ì§ä¨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

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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

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±­§Bªù¯uªº¦³Âײ±ªº¥Í©R¡A©Ò¥H´±³d³Æ¹F¯µ¡F¦Ó¥B¥Lªº«ü³d¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C¹F¯µ¬°¬Æ»ò­nÂ÷¶}©O¡H¦]¬°¥Lµo²{¦³¤H¦b¶ÇÁ¿²§ºÝ¡A©Ò¥H¥L­n¹ï¥I¡A«oµ¥¤£¤Î´N¨«¤F¡C¨S·Q¨ì¨â¦~«á¡A¥þ±Ð·|ªº¨}¤ß³£³Q³ê¿ô¡A²§ºÝªº°ÝÃD´N¸Ñ¨M¤F¡C¤£¿ù¡A¸o­n¹ï¥I¡A²§ºÝ­n¹ï¥I¡A¦ý¦pªG¹F¯µ¦A§Ô­@¨â¦~¡A´N¥iÁ×§K¤Àµõ¡C¹³±­§Bªù³o¼Ëªº§Ì¥S¯à°÷³Q¥D¨Ï¥Î¡A¥LÂǵ۷R®¾¦^¤F³\¦h¤H¡Aµ¹§Ì¥S©n©f«Ü¦hªºÀ°§U¡C²{¦b¬Ý¥L³o­º¸Öºq¡G¡u¤£¦A©w¸o¡I¡v¦óµ¥Ä_¨©¡I§Ú»î¡AÀ³·íÅw©I¡I§A¸o¤w¥Ñ­C¿q­t­I¡AÍ¢¦º¨Ï§A±oµd¡CÒNo

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§Ú­Ì²{¦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¥L­Ì«Ü¦h¬O¤j¾Çªº±Ð±Â¡A¬O°Ó¤H¡F¦ý¸g°Óªº§Ì¥S³£ª¾¹D¥L­Ì°µ¥Í·N¤£¬O¬°µÛ¦Û¤v¡A¤D¬O¬°µÛªA¨Æ¥D¡C©Ò¥H¡A¦b¤½¶}§Ì¥S·|¸Ì­±¡A¥L­Ì±q¨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»â³S­Ì«Ü¦h¬O°Ó¤H¡B¼t®aµ¥µ¥¡A¥L­Ì±N«Ü¦h¶Ç±Ð¤h®t¨ì¥@¬É¦U¦a¥h¡A¸g¶O¬O¥Ñ³o¨Ç§Ì¥S­Ì¤ä«ùªº¡C¬ü°êªºChristian

Businessman¬O«Ü¦³¦Wªº²Õ´¡A¬O¥Ñ³o¤@¯Z°Ó¤Hµo°_¡F³o¨Ç°Ó¤H±`±`¦b¤@°_¡A©¼¦¹¥æ³q»E·|¡C®Õ¶é¹Î«´¡]Intervarsity¡^¤]¬O¥L­Ì¶}©lªº¡AÄ~¦Ó¶i¤J¤¤¾Ç¸Ì­±¤u§@¡A¥s°µCruseders¡C¸g¶O¹ï©ó¥L­Ì¡A±q¨Ó¨S¦³Ãø³B¡C¥L­Ì°µ¥Í·N´N¬O°µ¥Í·N¡AÁÈ¿ú´N¬OÁÈ¿ú¡FÁȤF¿ú¡A´N¬°µÛ¥D¨Ó¥Î´N¬O¤F¡C³o¯Z§Ì¥S­Ìªº¥Í¬¡´N¬O³o¼Ë¡A¥L­Ìı±o¥L­Ì¨Æ©^¥D¤~¬O¥¿·~¡A¨ä¥L³£¬O°Æ·~¡C±K°Ç¬O³o¼Ë¡A³\¦h§Ì¥S¤]¬O³o¼Ë¡Aµy«á·|¤¶²Ð¤@¦ì§Ì¥S¡A¬O±Mªù°µ¤ì§÷ªº¡A¥Lªºµo©ú¦³¤C¤Q­Ó±M§Q¡A¦ý¯«¥Î¥L¼g¤F¤@¨Ç¸Öºq¡C±K¼wÄõÁö¬O¤@­Ó¥Í·N¤H¡A¦ý¥L¬O­t³d§Ì¥S¡A«Üª`­«¨àµ£ªº¤u§@¡A¬°¨àµ£¼g¤F«Ü¦h¸Öºq¡C¥L¤@¥Í¦@¼g¤F¤­¦Ê¦h­º¸Öºq¡C²{¤¶²Ð³Ì¦nªº¡B³Ì¨üÅwªïªº¨â­º¡G²Ä¤@­º¡GÍ¢¤£¯à±Ï¦Û¤v¡A¥²¶·¦ºÅêÅ\¦a¡F¤£µM¡A®¦¨åµLªù¡A¨Ó±Ï¯î²D¸o¤H¡F¯uªº¡A¯«¨à¤l·í¬y¦å¡A¸o¤H¤~¯à¬~±o²M¼ä¡A¸o¤H¤~¯à¬~±o²M¼ä¡CHimself

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§Ú­Ì²{¤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

Crosby¡^²K¥[ªº¡C¦¹«á¦¨¤F²³¸t®{¦Ü·Rªº¸Öºq¤§¤@¡Cù¨Z¡]Ore Rowan,

1834-1879¡^³o¸Ì¦³¤@­º¸Öºq¡A¬O§Ì¥S·|¸Ì­±ªºÃ¹¨Z©n©f©Ò¼g¡C1.   

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¨Ã¹Ü§Ú¤ß¡AºL¸H²³°¸¹³¡A¨ÃÅwµM¥[«a¡F §A¬°¤d¸U¤H¤¤¤§²Ä¤@¤H¡I1.  Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him?  

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§Ú­Ì¹ï¦oª¾¹D±o¤£¦h¡A¦o©Ò¯dµ¹§Ú­Ìªº´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§Ú­Ì³Ì«áÁÙ¬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¦o­Ìªº¸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.

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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.     

¤÷¡A¬O§A©Ò½à½ç¡A¤]¬O§A¨Ó¦¬¦^¡F     ½Ö¯à»{ÃѧA¤ß¡A´N¯à¬Û«H§A¤â¡C      

®@¡A¬O§A©ÒºÂ³³¡A¤S¬O§A¨Ó·´¸H¡F     ÁöµMÃø¥H»â·|¡A¤´¯à«H¾a¤£¼~¡C2.    

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­W¡B¼Ö¡B¥Õ±Þ¡B¶Â©]¡B©Ò¿×¥Í¦ºº×ºÖ¡F ¡u·R¡v¥HµL­Â¯à¤O¡A«ö§A¬ü·N½Õ«×¡A   ¼Ò¦¨¡u¨à¤l¡v§Î¹³¡A¦¨¥\§Aªº·N¹Ï¡I6.

§Aªº§@¬°²`¶ø¡AµM¦Ó§A·R²³æ¡F       §A©Ò§@ªº¬O·R¡A¬O·R«e¨Ó­é°£¡C      

§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§Ú­Ì³o­º¸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·|§Ú­Ìªº¯««ç¼Ë§âÍ¢ªº¨à¤l±Ë¥h¡C¾¾¡A¤@­º¤Q¤À¬üÄRªº¸Öºq¡I§Ú­Ì¤µ¤Ñ±o¤F³o»ò¤jªº±Ï®¦¡A´N¬O¦]¬°¯«ªº¨à¤l¬°§Ú­Ì°v¦b¤Q¦r¬[¤W¡F¦¹¥~¡A¸tÆFµ¹§Ú­Ì³\¦hÄ_¨©ªºªF¦è¡A³£¬Oªá¤F«Ü°ªªº¥N»ù¡C¨©¨Z¡]Emma

Frances Shuttleworth Bevan,

1827-1909¡^¨©¨Z¬O³¬Ãö§Ì¥S·|ªº©n©f¡A«D±`·R¥D¡A«Ü·|¼g§@¡Aµ¹±Ð·|¦³«Ü¤jªºÀ°§U¡C¦o¥Í©ó¤@­Ó«Ü¬ü¦nªº®a®x¡Aªø¤j«á¶ù»P¤@¦ì¦b»È¦æ¬É¤u§@ªº¦n¤V¤Ò¡C¦o½Ķ¤F´X¥»®Ñ¡A¤S±N¶ø¯µ¬£ªº¼w¤å¸Öºq½¦¨­^¤å¡C¦o¤S¦³´X¥»§@«~¡A¦p¡mThe

Friends of

God¡n¡]¯«ªºªB¤Í¡^¡A¤w¦¨¤F±Ð·|¥j¨å¦WµÛ¡C¨©¨Z©Ó¨ü¤F§Ì¥S·|ªºÂ×´I¡A¯u²z«D±`²M·¡¡A«o¬O¥h¬ãŪ¶ø¯µ¬£ªº¾ú¥v¡C¶ø¯µ¬£¸Ì­±¦³¤T­Ó³»¯Å¤Hª«¡A¤@­Ó¬O¥o°Ç§Ì¥S¡]John

Tanler¡^¡A¤@­Ó¬OĬ·æ§Ì¥S¡]Suso¡^¡FÁÙ¦³¤@­Ó¬O¥ì¥d¯S§Ì¥S¡]Meister

Eckhart¡^¡C¨©¨Z©n©f´N¬O±N¶ø¯µ¬£ªº³»¯Å¤Hª«¬G¨Æ§ä¥X¨Ó¡AµM«á¥Î­^¤å¼g¥L­Ìªº¶Ç°O¡C¶ø¯µ¬£ªº¤å³¹¤£®e©öŪ¡A¨S¦³Ã­©Tªº¸t¸g¯u²z°ò¦©MÂײ±ªºÄÝÆF¥Í©R¡A®Ú¥»¤£©ú¥Õ¥L­Ì©Ò»¡ªº¬O¬Æ»ò¡A¤]¤£¯à¤À¿ëª÷¤l©Î¬â²É¡C¨©¨Z©n©f§¹¥þ´À§Ú­Ì¹LÂo¹L¤F¡F¦oª¾¹D¬Æ»ò¬O­«­n¡A¬Æ»ò¬O­«ÂI¡A¬Æ»ò¹ï©ó¥Í©R¦³À°§U¡F¤S¦]¦o¤åµ§¦n¡A©Ò¥H¦o¼gªº¶ø¯µ¬£¤Hª«¶Ç°O¡Aµ¹§Ú­Ì«Ü¤jªºÀ°§U¡C¥Ñ©ó¨©¨Z¦b³o¤@¤è­±ªº­×¾i¡A¥¿¦n¥i¥H¸É¤@¯ë§Ì¥S·|§@ªÌªº¤£¨¬¡C«ÈÆ[¤Wªº­è©Ê¥[¤W¥DÆ[¤Wªº¬X©Ê¡A¥i¥H¼W¥[¸ÖºqÀu¬ü¡A¨©¨Zªº¸Ö¤§©Ò¥H¼s³Q³ß·R¥¿¦]¬°¦p¦¹¡C§Ú­Ì¥i¬Ý¬Ý¥L©Ò³Ð§@ªº¸Öºq¡C²Ä¤@­º¡G¯«¦b¤Ñ¤W¦³¤@Ä_¨©¡AÂ×´IµL¤H¯à¨¥­z¡F¥Ã»·¤ß·RÍ¢©ÒÄ_¶Q¡A´N¬OÍ¢¤l¥D°ò·þ¡C¯«¦b¦a¤W¦³¤@Ä_¨©¡A»ù­È±©¦³¯«ª¾±x¡F·¥²`¡B¤ß·R¡B¤HÃø«h¿s¡G°ò·þ±Ò¥Ü§Ú¤ß¸Ì¡CGod

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~®|¡A­È±o§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@§Ú­Ì¦VµÛ¾ã­Ó°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§Ú­Ì¨º¨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§Ú­ÌºÙ³o¨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¥L­Ì¤£±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°|¤@­Ó±Ð±ÂMr.

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¯h­Â¡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         ­Â²´±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 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

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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 Jesus,  More, more about Jesus;More of His saving fullness see,

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sunshine,While the peaceful, happy moments roll;When Jesus shows His

smiling face,There is sunshine in my

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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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lower, down at Thy cross, All the worldÕs treasure counting but dross;       

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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,

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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

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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

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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

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H. Doane, 1832-1915¡^¬_¦Ê¨ô¡]William J. Kirkpatrick,

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¦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    

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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®É­Ô»á¤£©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§Ú­Ì¦b¥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¥L­Ì³£Âæb¦aªO©³¤U¡C¥L­Ì¦p¦ó¼õ¹L¨º¬qº©ªøªº®É¶¡¡H¥L­Ì³Ì±`°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§Ú­Ì³o¸Ì¨S¦³Ãa¤H¡C¡vµ²ªG¥L­Ì¨«¤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

°Æºq¡G   ±©¦³­C¿q¡A¥Ã¬O­C¿q¡A§Ú­Ìºq¹|³o­C¿q¡F       

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§Ú­Ì°Ûªº®É­Ô¡A¥s§Ú­Ì±oµÛ³\¦hªºÀ°§U¡C³Ì«á¤¶²Ðªº¤@­º¸Öºq¡G¡u±©¦³±`¥X¥N»ù¡A§Ú­Ì¤~±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

§Ú­Ì¤~·|±o³Ó¡A¤~·|±oÅv¯à¡C         ¤£¬O¦Û¤v¤O¶q¡A¤£¬O¤H«ä·Q¡A        

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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¤Ï­Ë½çµ¹¡A¦³¯à«oµL¨Ì¡vµ¥µ¥¡C§Ú­Ìªº¥D¹ê¦b°¶¤j¡AÍ¢¯à°÷¶V¹L§Ú­Ìªº³n®z¡A¤£¨ü§Ú­Ìªº­­¨î¡A°µÍ¢©Ò­n°µªº¨Æ¡C¦]¦¹¡A§Ú­Ì¦³¦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§Ú­Ì¦b¤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§Ú­Ì¤é¥Îªº¶¼­¹¡A¤µ¤é½çµ¹§Ú­Ì¡C§K§Ú­Ìªº¶Å¡A¦p¦P§Ú­Ì§K¤F¤Hªº¶Å¡C¤£¥s§Ú­Ì¹J¨£¸Õ±´¡A±Ï§Ú­Ì²æÂ÷¥û´c¡C¦]¬°°ê«×¡BÅv¬`¡BºaÄ£¥þ¬O§Aªº¡Aª½¨ì¥Ã»·¡Cªü­Ì¡I¡v¡]¤Ó¤»9-13¡^³o¬q¸t¸g¡A§Ú­Ì³£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§Ú­Ìªº¥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§Ú­Ì¯à°÷§ä¨ì¹³½e¨¥ªº¸Ü¡A¹³¹Ïµeªº¸Ü¡X¤ñ³ë¡A¤]¯à§ä¨ì¸Öºq¡F³o­Ó´N¬O§Ú­Ìªº¥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§Ú­Ì¤¶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§Ú­Ì©Òª¾¹Dªº¡uÁp¦X§Ì¥S·|¡v¡F¼¯º¸ºû¨Èªº§Ì¥S­Ì¤§·½ÀY¤]¬O±q¥L­Ì¨º¸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¥S­Ì©Ò°Ûªº¸Öºq¡A¦³«Ü¦h¬O¤@¦Ê¦~«e¨º¨Ç§Ì¥S¬y¶Çµ¹¥L­Ìªº¡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.

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¦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¥L­Ì¥ß¨è¶^­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¥L­Ì¨ÌµMÆg¬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§Ú­ÌªºÀ°§U¡C§Ú­Ì¯À¨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¥H­n­Ý°µ¥«¬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¬°¥L­Ì¦w¸®¡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§Ú­Ì³o»ò¬ü¦n¡B¿W¯Sªº¸Öºq¡C­ô«¢¯Sªº¡u®@¥D¡A§A·R¿ñÁïµLÃä¡v1.      

®@¥D¡A§A·R¿ñÁïµLÃä¡A»·¶W§Ú­Ì©Ò¯à·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      

¦U¦U¥Lªº¤Q¦r¬[¡AÁÙ¤£·|¬@±Ï§A¡F     ¦b§A¸Ìªº¤Q¦r¬[¡A¤~¦³¯àÂåªv§A¡C    

°Æºq¡G®@°ò·þªº¤Q¦r¬[¡A§Ú±µ§A¶i§Ú¤ß¡F¡@      ¡@¡@¡@¨Ï§Ú²æ¦Û¤vºÞÁÒ¡A§¹¥þ¾a¤÷¯«¥Í©R¡C2.   

¤H­þ¡I§A·R¦óª«¡A´N­n¹³§A©Ò¼}¡F     ¦p¥D¡A§A­Y·R¥D¡A¦p¤g¡A§A­Y·R¤g¡C  

¥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¡C­È±o¤@´£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¥S­Ì¨Ó¡A­n±N«H¥õ±a¶i¥Í¬¡¸Ì­±¡F©Ò¥H¥L­Ì¦b¤@°_¦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¥L­Ì¦b®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¥S­Ìªº¼vÅT¡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¥L­Ì¦p¦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¬Ûô­ì¬°¤@¡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§Ú­Ì¤£¯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§@­Ó¥Í¤H¡F        ¯«¸tªº·R§@§Ú¨Ì¾Ì¡A¥­¦wí§´§@§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§Ú­Ì¤£©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¥L­Ìªº§@«~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 virginÐР   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¬°§Ú­Ì°v¤Q¦r¬[¡FÍ¢¤]¬°§Ú­Ì´_¬¡¡A¬°§Ú­Ì¤É¤Ñ¡A¦³¤@¤ÑÍ¢ÁÙ­n¦A¨Ó¡F³o¤@¤Á³£¬O°ò·þ¬°§Ú­Ì°µªº¡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§Ú­Ì«Ü¼ô±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§Ú­Ì¤¶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  

®@§Ú­n¹³§A¡A®@§Ú­n¹³§A¡A¥i·Rªº±Ï¥D¡A¹³§A¼Ò¼Ë¡F      ¹³§Aªº¥Ì²¢¡A¹³§Aªº­s°í¡A¦b§Úªº°J¤ß¨è§A§Î¹³¡C      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§Ú­ÌªºÃ«§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§Ú­Ì¹ï³o¤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¥L­Ì¦³¤@­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¥L­Ì¦V¨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§Ú­Ì²M·¡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§Ú­Ìªº¡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¤@­Ó¨Ï©R¬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¥L­Ì¤¤¶¡¥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¥§Ú­ÌªºÃ«§i¡A¤]µªÀ³§Ú­ÌªºÃ«§i¡FÍ¢ªºµªÀ³¬O¡yyes¡z

©Î¡yno¡z¡A©ÎªÌµ¥«Ý¡A³o³£¬O¯«ªºµªÀ³¡C¡v¦o³Ì³ßÅwªº¤@­º¸Öºq´N¬O¡u²³¤H´é¶i¥Dªº°ê«×¡v¡F¦o¦Û¤v¤]¼g¤F«Ü¦h«Ü¦nªº¸Öºq¡A¥i±¤¦³³\¦h¨S¦³Â½Ä¶¹L¨Ó¡C¦o´¿¥Xª©¤F¤@¥»¸Ö¶°¥s°µ¡m­±¦V­C¸ô¼»§N¡n¡A¸Ì­±¦³«Ü¦h«D±`¦nªº¸Öºq¡A­Ù¬lÁn¿ï¤F¦oªº¥Nªí§@¡u§A«ç¨S¦³¶Ë²ª¡v¡C­ì¤å¬O¤T¸`¡A­Ù¬lÁn¦b½Ķªº®É­Ô¡A¦Û¤v¤S¥[¤W¤F´X¸`¡C1.  

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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.  

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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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¡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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¥D¡A§Ú¾a§A®¦¤O¡A¬ß±æ¯àµL¤v¡A       §@¤@¼ä²b¾¹¥×¡A¬y¥X§A¥Í©R¡C1.       If 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§Ú­ÌªºÄ_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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56²Ä¤Gªi¡G´_¿³ªº¤õºØ¥D­n¤Hª«¡G¬ù¿«½Ã´µ²z¡]John Wesley¡^      65   

¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¬d²z½Ã´µ²z¡]Charles Wesley¡^      70¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¥v¸¦º¸¡]Anne Steele¡^ 

87²Ä¤Tªi¡G¨Fºz¤¤ªººñ¬w¥D­n¤Hª«¡G¬ù¿«¤û¹y¡]John Newton¡^      93  

¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¬_¬f¡]William Cowper¡^   91¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@Ò\µÜ¼w¡]Augustus M. Toplady¡^  

101¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@³Í§Q¡]Thomas Kelly¡^  107 2.

¦¨ªøªº¤Q¤E¥@¬ö²Ä¤@±ø½u¡G¯«®æ¤@¤¸½×¥D­n¤Hª«¡G¥]ªL¡]Sir John Bowring¡^  114  ¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¼»©Ô¨È·í¡]Sarah Adams¡^         115 

²Ä¤G±ø½u¡G¤û¬z¹B°Ê¥D­n¤Hª«¡G¬_¬fº¸¡]John Keble¡^    118  ¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¯Ã°Ò¡]John

H. Newman¡^      120¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¥§º¸¡]John M. Neale¡^

121¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@´´¬f¡]Frederick W. Faber¡^     128²Ä¤T±ø½u¡G¸Öºq¥D¬y°}Àç¥D­n¤Hª«¡G»X­ô°¨§Q¡]James

Montgomery ¡^   137  ¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@±d¼w¡]Josiah Conder¡^       

139¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¿à¯S¡]Henry F. Lyte¡^          141¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¨Ì²z¶ø¯S¡]Charlotte Elliot¡^ 

145¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@´¶ÅÚ§J¯S¡]Adelaide A. Procter¡^        149¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@Áú¶²ºq¡]Frances R.

Havergal¡^       154¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@Àj¯Ç¡]Horatius Bonar¡^        

159¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@­³ÆF¡]Anna L. Waring¡^         175¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@°¨´£»¹¡]George Matheson¡^     

192²Ä¥|±ø½u¡G¶}¦è¤j·|»P§Ì¥S¹B°Ê¥D­n¤Hª«¡GÀN´¶ª÷¡]Evans H. Hopkins¡^ 

199¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@²öº¸¥D±Ð¡]H. C. G. Moule¡^     200¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@ªù¿Õ±o¡]Theodore Monod¡^      

202¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¨È½¬¡]Freda H. Allen¡^         203¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@°¨§J«Âº¸¡]Mary E. Maxwell¡^   

209¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¹F¯µ¡]J. N. Darby¡^   210¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@­}§J¡]J. G. Deck¡^   

229¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@Àj§J¼w¤Ò¤H¡]Lady Powerscourt¡^ 233¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@ù¨Z¡]Ore Rowan¡^    

241¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¥d¾|ªÙ¡]A. Carruthers¡^        243¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¨©¨Z®v¥À¡]Emma F. S. Bevan¡^  

2473. Âצ¬ªº¤G¤Q¥@¬ö¥D­n¤Hª«¡Gù§B´µ¡]Evan Roberts¡^ 321 

¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¦ã±ö¥i¡]Amy Carmichael¡^ 323¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@´´µY¡]Anne Johnson Flint¡^    

324¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@©M¨ü®¦¡]M. E. Barber¡^         327¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@­Ù¬lÁn¡]Watchman Nee¡^        

331¤T¡BÆFºq¡eºÖ­µ¸Öºq¡fªº«ì´_¡e¤Q¤E¥@¬ö¥½¸­°_¡f1.

¯ó³Ð®É´Á±Ò»X¼h¡G¶Ç»¼ºÖ­µ¤Îªì«H³y´N¥D­n¤Hª«¡G¤s©_¡]Ira D. Sankey¡^     271  ¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@»®¸«¡]Eliza E.

Hewitt¡^ 272¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@§Jùµ·¨©¡]Fanny J. Crosby¡^   

275¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¦h®¦¡]William H. Doane¡^       279¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¬_¦Ê¨ô¡]William J. Kirkpatrick¡^      

279¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¥¬¨½´µ¡]Philip Paul Bliss¡^¶i²`¼h¡GÄÝÆF²`³y¥D­n¤Hª«¡G«Å«H¡]A. B.

Simpson¡^        281¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¥d¯S¡]Captain R. Kelso Carter¡^        2842.

¦¨ªø®É´Á¥D­n¤Hª«¡G¨½°Ò¡]Frederic M. Lehman¡^        311¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@§B¯Ç¼w¡]George Bernard¡^      

313¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@©_¤hÀN©i¡]Thomas O. Chisholm¡^ 314¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@³Áº¸´µ¡]C. Austin

Miles¡^  317¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@½¬¬üº¸¡]Helen Howarth Lemmel¡^ 320                           

¸Öºq§@ªÌ¯Á¤ÞA. B. Simpson «Å«H     281A. Carruthers ¥d¾|ªÙ   243Adelaide A.

Pollard  ¬f©Ô¯S   319Adelaide Anne Procter  ´¶ÅÚ§J¯S 149Albert Midlane

±K¼wÄõ   239Amy Carmicheal ±ö¥i     323Anna Laetitia Waring   ­³ÆF     175Anne Johnson

Flint    ´´µY     324Anne Steele   ¥v¸¦º¸   87Augustus Montague Toplady        Ò\µÜ¼w  

101C. Austin Miles        º¸´µ     317Charles A. Fox ºÖ´µ     207Charles Wesley

¬d²z½Ã´µ²z       70Charlotte Elliott       ¨Ì²z¶ø¯S 145Christina Georgina Rossetti     ùÁɸ¦  

182Count Zinzendorf       ¨¯¨¯¹D¤Ò 305D.M. Panton   ¼ï´ö     326Edward Caswell

¶}´µ«Âº¸ 123Edward Perronett       §È®Ô¥§   98Eliza Edmond Hewitt     »®¸«     272Elizabeth

Charles  ¬d²z´µ¥ì§Q²ï§B   174Emily Mary Grimes      ¸¯µÜ©i   213Emma Frances

Shuttleworth Bevan        ¨©¨Z     247Evan Roberts  ù§B´µ   321Evans H. Hopkins       ÀN´¶ª÷  

199Fanny J. Crosby        ùµ·¨©   275Fenelon       ªâ¤D­Û   331Frances Ridley Havergal

Áú¶²ºq   154Freda Hanbury Allen    ¨È½¬     203Frederic M. Lehman     ¨½°Ò    

311Frederick William Faber         ´´¬f     128George Bernard §B¯Ç¼w   313George Herbert ¦ó§B¯S  

38George Matheson °¨´£»¹   192Gerhard Tersteegen     ¼w©_®Ú   304Harriet

Beecher Stowe    ¬IÒ\     254Harriet Eleanor Hamilton King   ª÷¥Ý²ú   183Helen Howarth

Lemmel   ½¬¬üº¸   320Henry Alford  ¨È¥±¼w   146Henry Francis Lyte     ¿à¯S     141Henry

W. Baker ¨©§J     146Horatius Bonar Àj¯Ç     159Ira David Sankey       ¤s©_     271Isaac

Watts    ¥H¼»µØ¯÷ 48J. G. Deck     ­}§J     229J. Wilbur Chapman      ±­§Bªù   312J.N.

Darby    ¹F¯µ     225James Allen   ¨ÈªL     90James Montgomery        »X­ô°¨§Q 137Jane

Borthwich        §B¯S¸«   172Jean Sophia Pigott     §È¦U¯S   210Johannes Scheffler     ®uºÖ°Ç  

301John Bowring  ¥]ªL     114John Fawcett  ºÖ¶ë¯S   100John Greenleef Whittier

´f´£®J   258John Henry Newman      ¯Ã°Ò     120John Keble    ¬_¬fº¸   118John Mason   

¬ù¿«±ö»¹ 41John Mason Neale        ¥§º¸     121John Newton   ¬ù¿«¤û¹y 93John Wesley   

½Ã´µ²z¬ù¿«       65Jonhann Casper Lavater  ©Ô¥Ë¯S   306Joseph M. Scriven      ¥v§J¨½¤å

149Joseph Stennett        ¥q´°¤D¯S 45Josiah Conder  ±d¼w     139Lmcy Ann Bennett      

´^©g¯S   212M.E. Barber   ©M¨ü®¦   327Madame Guyon  »\®¦¤Ò¤H 307Martin Luther 

°¨¤B¸ô¼w 298Martin Rinkart ªL¥d¯S   299Mary Bowley   ÀjÁ¢     147Mary E. Maxwell       

°¨§J«Âº¸ 209Moule ²öº¸     200Ore Rowan     ù¨Z     241Paul Gerhardt  ­ô«¢¯S  

300Philip Doddridge       ¥o¼w¥ß´¼ 56Powerscourt    Àj§J¼w   233Ray Palmer     ¼ï³Á    

257Reginald Heber ¦è¬f     138Richard Holden ÀN¹y     238Robert Chapman ±­§Bªù   237Robert

Hawker   °q§J     106Robert Robinson        ù»«»¹   100Russell Kelso Carter   ¥d¯S    

284Samuel Crossman        ¬_ù´µ°Ò 42Sarah Adams    ¼»©Ô¨È·í 115Theodore Monod ªù¿Õ±o  

202Thomas Kelly  ³Í§Q     107Thomas Kempis ªÖ°ö     294Thomas Ken     ªÖ¦hº¿  

47Thomas O. Chisholm      ©_¤hÀN©i 314Timothy Dwight Ò\«Â¯S   256Watchman Nee   ­Ù¬lÁn  

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  §Ú­Ì±q«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§Ú­Ì¤f¸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§Ú­Ì¨ÓÀq·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§Ú­Ìªº¸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§Ú­Ì¦b¥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    ¦wí¦b­C¿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§Ú­ÌºÙ¹|§A 244We hear the words of love       §Ú­ÌÅ¥¨£·O·R¤§Án 

162Were you there, when they crucified my Lord      §A¦ó¦b¡H·í¥L­Ì°v¥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§Ú­Ì¤À¤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§Ú­ÌºÙ¹|§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§Ú­Ìªº¸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¦wí¦b­C¿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§Ú­Ì¤À¤â«á         167¤Cµe§A¦ó¦b¡H·í¥L­Ì°v¥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§Ú­Ì±q«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§Ú­Ì¤f¸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§Ú­Ì¦b¥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§Ú­Ì¨ÓÀq·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