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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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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.


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.


S. M.

Pilgrims and sojourners.

every time and place,


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.


8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.

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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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.


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.


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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