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H Y M N
How Jesus hath thee fed ;
The true and living bread. 2 I love my Saviour Christ;
His grace did freely move,
I cannot help but love.
I gladly thee adore :
But love thee more and more. 4 O raise my feeble flame;
My little stock improve :
And change me all to love.
ur lives, our blood, we here present,
If for thy fake they may be spent; Fulfil thy sov'reign counsel, LORD,
Thy will be done, thy name ador'd.. 2 Give us thy strength, thou God of pow'r;
Then let men scorn, and Satan roar;
Each other's cross to bear;
And feel another's care.
Our little stock improve ;
And perfect us in love. 3 Then, when the mighty work is wrought,
Receive thy ready bride
With all the sanctify'd.
Rise, my soul, adore thy Maker;
Angels praise join thy lays,
With them be partaker: 2 Sov'reign Lord of ev'ry spirit,
In 'thy light lead me right, it. Thro' my Saviour's merit. 3 Thou this night waft my protector,
With me stay all this day,
Ever my director,
4 Leave me not, but ever love me ;
Let thy peace be my bliss,
Till thou hence remove me. 5 Holy, holy, holy Giver
Of all good, life and food,
Reign ador'd for ever. 6 Glory, honour, thanks, and blessing,
One in Three, give we thee,
Never, never ceasing.
H Y M N
RE I feep for ev'ry favour
This day shew'd me by my God, I will bless my Saviour. 2 O my Lord! what shall I render
To thy name, still the fame, Gracious, good and tender. 3 Leave me not, but ever love me;
Let thy peace be my bliss, Till thou hence remove me, 4 Vifit me with thy falvation; Let thy care now be near,
habitacion. 5 Thou, my rock, my guard, my tow'r,
Safely keep, while I sleep,
6 And, whene'er in death I number,
Let me rise with the wise,
READ Sovereign let my evening song
Like holy incense rise ;
To reach the lofty skies.
Thy Hand was still my guard,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.
Incompass me around;
Hath my Creator found?
To save my wretched soul?
Fast as my minutes roll ! 5 LORD, with this guilty heart of mine
To thy dear crofs I fee,
To be renew'd by thee.
6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
Or on my Saviour's breast.
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Dear Saviour, till the break of day ;
And I'll go on with thee.
WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past,
Live this day as if 'twere thy last ;
'Gainst the great day thyself preparé. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear ; Think how th' all-feeing God thy ways, And all thy fecret thoughts surveys.