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RELIANCE 7.7.7.7.7.7.

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1 When Thy soldiers take their swords, When they speak the

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When they kneel before Thee here,

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

(See also SPANISH HYMN, No. 219)

These Thy children, Lord, de- fend; To their help Thy Spir - it send. A-MEN.

These Thy children, Lord, defend;
Teach their souls to Thee to bend.

John H. Gower, 1895

Feeling Thee, their Father, near;

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3 When their hearts are lifted high
With success or victory,
When they feel the conqueror's pride; Ere the victory be won,
Lest they grow self-satisfied,

325 Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine.
355 Jesus, I my cross have taken.
387 Take my life, and let it be.

2 When the world's sharp strife is nigh, 4 When the vows that they have made,

When they hear the battle-cry,
When they rush into the fight,
Knowing not temptation's might;

When the prayers that they have prayed,
Shall be fading from their hearts;
When their first warm faith departs;

These Thy children, Lord, defend;
To their zeal Thy wisdom lend.

These Thy children, Lord, defend;
Keep them faithful to the end.

emn words,

The following Hymns are also suitable:

5 Through life's conflict guard us all, Or if wounded some should fall

727 Take me, O my Father, take me.

For the sake of Christ, Thy Son,
These Thy children, Lord, defend;
And in death Thy comfort lend.
Mrs. Frances M. Owen, c. 1872

388 O Jesus, I have promised.
477 Just as I am, without one plea.
725 O happy day that fixed my choice.

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ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR 7.7.7.7.D.

Who hath washed us in

1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our vic torious King,

Praise we Him whose love Divine Gives His

Sir George J. Elvey, 1859

the tide Flowing from His pier

2 Where the paschal blood is poured,
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go
Through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood is shed,
Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread;
With sincerity and love

Eat we manna from above.

Gives His bod - y for the feast, Christ the Vic - tim, Christ the Priest.

3 Mighty Victim from the sky,
Powers of hell beneath Thee lie;
Death is conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Paschal triumph, paschal joy,
Only sin can this destroy;
From the death of sin set free
Souls re-born, dear Lord, in Thee.

Anon. (Latin, 6th cent.). Trans. by Robert Campbell, 1849: verse 1, lines 3, 6, 8; verse 2, line 5, alt.

324 ROCKINGHAM OLD L. M.

Arr. by Edward Miller, 1790

REZIM

1 My God, and is Thy table spread? And does Thy cup with love o'er - flow?

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Thith-er be all' Thy chil-dren led, And let them all its sweet - ness know. A - MEN.

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Was not for you the Victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?
4 O let Thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;

2 Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3 Why are its dainties all in vain Before unwilling hearts displayed?

325 WARD L. M.

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1 Lord, I am Thine, en- tire

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And may each soul salvation see

That here its sacred pledges tastes.
Rev. Philip Doddridge, publ. 1755

Old Scotch Melody: arr. by Lowell Mason, 1830

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ly Thine, Purchased and saved by blood

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2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of Thy grace;
A wretched sinner lost to God,
But ransomed by Emmanuel's blood.
3 Thine would I live, Thine would I die,
Be Thine through all eternity:

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The vow is past beyond repeal;
Now will I set the solemn seal.

4 Here, at that cross where flows the blood
That bought my guilty soul for God,
Thee my new Master now I call,
And consecrate to Thee my all.

Rev. Samuel Davies, publ. 1769

DUNDEE C. M.

the wilder - ness,

Our souls the joys celestial seek
Which from Thy sorrows flow.

3 We would not live by bread alone,
But by that word of grace,
In strength of which we travel on
To our abiding-place.

2 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak, 4 Be known to us in breaking bread,

As Thou when here below,

But do not then depart;
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.

With water from the rock. A - MEN.

5 There sup with us in love Divine;
Thy body and Thy blood,

That living bread, that heavenly wine,
Be our immortal food.

Verses 1, 2, 3, Anon.: verses 4, 5, James Montgomery, 1825

The Scottish Psalter, 1615

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1 How sweet and awful is the place With Christ with - in

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While ever-lasting love dis- plays The choi-cest of her stores.

A-MEN.

327 QUEBEC L. M.

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1 Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of

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2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;

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From the best bliss that earth im-parts We turn un-filled to Thee again. A - MEN.

Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee Thou art good, To them that find Thee All in all.

3 We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

328 (DUNDEE) C. M.

1 How sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.

Henry Baker, 1862

2 While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
"Lord, why was I a guest?

3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched

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And rather starve than come?"

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Make all our moments calm and bright;

Chase the dark night of sin away,

Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. Anon. (Latin, 11th cent.). Arr. and trans. by Rev. Ray Palmer, 1858

4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest when our faith can hold Thee fast.

50 Jesus, ever with us stay,

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast

That sweetly forced us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707