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2. Trusting his mild staff always, | He makes my cup run o'er,

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JESUS, who to save hast power,
And who livest evermore
For thy flock to intercede,
Helping us in time of need ;-
2. Thou, who a divine repast
For the poor prepared hast,

And leads me where the rivers roll Giving thy own flesh and blood

Of everlasting love.

2. My table he doth spread

With choicest fare, and I Behold the Lamb, the living bread, And eat most joyfully:

As the needy sinner's food;—
3. Let thy power divine, we pray,
Be our strength and only stay,
Till we drop this mortal vest,
And the spirit goes to rest.

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813.* T. 22. LORD! what amazing love and grace,

How doth it our poor souls abase, To eat thy flesh and drink thy blood, To feed on more than angels' food. 2. Thy sacred body thou didst give For us, that we thereby might live; No pledge of love could be so great: Never may we thy love forget.

3. Thy precious blood, for sinners spilt, (guilt; Cleanses our hearts, removes our The debt is paid which we incurr'd, And we're to happiness restor❜d. 4. Thy Holy Spirit with us leave, So that we rightly may conceive, What thou for all believers hast Prepared in this bless'd repast.

814.*

M. Luther.

T. 185.

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819.* T. 14. NO words can ever fully tell, What blessings Christ bestows On us, when we on Calvary dwell, And weep beneath his cross.

2. He who unto his flesh and blood

Can ne'er himself deny, Saith unto us, "Take courage good,

Your brother, lo, am I."

3. His loving heart we open see,
Replete with tenderness;
He as his blood-bought property
Doth even us confess.

4. We join together heart and hand, To walk towards the promised land; For his appearance may with care Each member day and night prepare.

5. Till we the Lord our righteous

ness

Shall see in glory face to face, The bond of peace may we maintain, (main. And one with him, our Lord, reL. v. Hayn.

821.* T. 26 or 22.

4. We are forgiv'n and reconcil'd, Our happiness renew'd,

(fill'd,

THOU Lamb once slain, thy flesh and blood,

Our hearts with deep abasement | Which thou didst sacrifice for us

And with his blood bedew'd.

5. From all anxiety and dread, Which else our souls oppress'd, Thanks be to him, we now are freed, For he hath given us rest.

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Upon the altar of the cross,
Are to our souls celestial food.
This makes us all with one accord
To love each other fervently;
Yea, to be wholly one with thee,
And all that love thee, gracious
Lord.

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XXXVIII. HYMNS FOR DIFFERENT AGES AND STATIONS

A. 823.

IN LIFE.

T. 22. THOUGH but a little child I am, Yet I may praise the slaughter'd Lamb:

He loveth children tenderly,
He also loveth sinful me.

2. Yes, gracious Saviour, I believe
Thou wilt a little child receive;
For thou didst bless them formerly,
And say, "Let children come to me."
3. Lord Jesus, unto me impart
An humble, meek, and docile heart;
O cleanse me in thy precious blood,
Shed in my heart thy love abroad.
4. Save me from liking what is ill,
Teach me to do thy holy will;
Each day prepare me thro' thy

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THOUGH Christ was God and all things made,

Himself he humbled thus; That he, a servant in our stead,

Might minister to us.

2. Our Saviour was a lovely child,

His parents' chief delight, In his behaviour meek and mild, And always acted right. 3. A blessed pattern Christ our Lord Himself to children gave, That they to him might joy afford,

And never misbehave.

4. A child true happiness may find, And humbly ought to pray:

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T. 14. O WHAT a wretched heart have I, How full of sin and shame, How obstinate continually,

2.

How day by day to blame!
Lord, look on me 'midst all my
faults;

And when thou see'st my guilt, My wicked words and foolish thoughts,

Think why thy blood was spilt. 3. In that most precious river cleanse And wash my sins away, My selfishness, and each offence Which I have done to-day.

4. When thou, dear Jesus, wast a child,

Thou hadst no sin like me;
No wicked words thy lips defil'd,
No faults appear'd in thee.

5. Thou wast more spotless than
dove,

More harmless than a lamb, Obedient, humble, full of love, And never once to blame.

6. But I am proud, and headstrong Oft sadly misbehave; (too, I am not meek like thee, and low; Me, Lord, in mercy save.

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O LORD, forgive a sinful child,
Whose heart is all unclean;
How bad am I, and how defil'd,
How prone to every sin!

2. O change my vile and stubborn heart,

Like thee O make me pure;
To me thy love divine impart,
Keep me from sin secure.
3. Self-will, that cruel enemy,
No more I would obey;
Thy Spirit shall my teacher be,
And guide me in thy way.
4. O may I never speak a word

But what I truly mean,
Nor lie to thee, most gracious Lord,
By whom each thought is seen.
5. I'll make thy wondrous, dying
Dear Lord, my daily song; (love,
And joys, like theirs who sing above,
Shall tune my infant tongue.

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3. Though now he is not here below, But on his heavenly hill,

To him may little children go,

And seek a blessing still.
4. Well-pleas'd those little ones to
The dear Redeemer smil'd; (see,
Oh, then, he will not frown on me,
A poor unworthy child.

5. If babes so many years ago
His tender pity drew,
He will not surely let me go

Without a blessing too.

6. Then, while his favour to implore,
My little hands are spread,
Do thou thy sacred blessing pour,
Dear Jesus, on my head.

Jane Taylor.

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