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4 Still let me live thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;

And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

Christ in you, the hope of glory.

TW love of God, no man knows:
ПHOU hidden love of God, whose height,

I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.

3 O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
My vile affections crucify,

Nor let one darling lust survive;
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but thee.
4 0 Love, thy sov'reign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there:
Make me thy duteous child, that I,
Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry.
5 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,-
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.

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1st P. M. 6 lines Es.

An eye single to the glory of God.
EHOLD! the servant of the Lord,

BI wait thy guiding hand to feel;
To hear and keep thy every word,-
To prove and do thy perfect will:
Joyful from my own works to cease,
Glad to fulfil all righteousness.

2 And if thy grace vouchsafe to use
The meanest of thy creatures, me,
The deed, the time, the manner choose;
Let all my fruit be found of thee:
Let all my works in thee be wrought,-
By thee to full perfection brought.
3 My every weak, though good design,
O'errule or change, as seems thee meet;
Jesus, let all my work be thine!

Thy work, O Lord, is all complete,
And pleasing in thy Father's sight;
Thou only hast done all things right.
4 Here, then, to thee thine own I leave;
Mould as thou wilt thy passive clay;
But let me all thy stamp receive,-
But let me all thy words obey:
Serve with a single heart and eye,
And to thy glory live and die.

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S. M.

Pilgrims and sojourners.

every time and place,

high,

Are call'd his sov'reign will to' embrace,

And still their own deny:

To follow his command,

On earth as pilgrims rove, And seek an undiscover'd land, And house and friends above.

2 Father, the narrow path

To that far country show;

And in the steps of Abrah'm's faith
Enable me to go:

A cheerful sojourner

Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
Till, guided by thy Spirit here,
I reach my heavenly home.

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The pilgrim's guide and guardian.
UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak-but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliv'rer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Bear me through the swelling current;
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises

I will ever give to thee.

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

The prize of our high calling.

ESUS, thy boundless love to me

No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O knit my thankful heart to thee, And reign without a rival there Thine wholly, thine alone, I am; Be thou alone my constant flame.

2 O grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but thy pure love alone: O may thy love possess me whole,—

My joy, my treasure, and my crown: Strange flames far from my heart remove; My every act, word, thought, be love. 3 Unwearied may I this pursue; Dauntless to the high prize aspire; Hourly within my soul renew

This holy flame, this heavenly fire: And day and night, be all my care To guard the sacred treasure there. 4 In suff'ring be thy love my peace; In weakness be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that important hour, In death as life be thou my guide, And save me, who for me hast died.

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The race for glory.

C. M.

AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve,

press with vigour on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis he whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Saviour! introduced by thee,
Our race have we begun;

And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
We'll lay our trophies down.

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Crucified with Christ.

UMBLE, and teachable, and mild,

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My lowly Master's steps pursue! Be anger to my soul unknown; Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone;

In love create thou all things new. 2 Let earth no more my heart divide; With Christ may I be crucified;

To thee with my whole heart aspire:
Dead to the world and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys,
Be thou alone my one desire.

3 My will be swallow'd up in thee;
Light in thy light still may I see,
Beholding thee with open face;
Call'd the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallow'd heart be love,
And all my spotless life be praise.
4 Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire,
My consecrated heart inspire,

Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Still to my soul thyself reveal:
Thy mighty working may I feel,
And know that I am one with God.

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The sojourner; at the feet of Jesus.
OD of all grace and majesty,
U Supremely great and good,
If I have merey found with thee
Through the atoning blood;
The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join

A fear lest I should ever grieve
The Comforter divine.

C. M.

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