(Song of Sol. 1:4.)

'And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all unto Me. This He said, signifying what death He should die" (John 12:32, 33).

Draw me," my Saviour,
Thou hast been "lifted up," –
Draw me, my Saviour,
Thou hast "tasted" death's cup.

" Draw me," my Saviour,
From all other trust ;
Thy wounds are my healing,
In Thee is my boast.

"Draw me," my Saviour,
O draw me from sin ;
Rule my behavior,
All, all my heart win.

"Draw me," my Saviour,
That I too, may draw –
Win precious souls
To Thee, and from woe.

"Draw me," my Saviour,
"The billows go o'er;"
Draw me, uphold me
Till they are no more.

"Draw me," my Saviour,
O draw me to Thee;
Till with Thee in glory,
My Saviour draw me.

There on Thy beauties
Forever I'll gaze –
There in Thy likeness,
Shall give Thee full praise.

R. H.