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roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

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Till the

storm of life is past; Safe in-to the ha-ven guide, Oh, re-ceive my soul at last.

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Lead me as a helpless child:
On no other arm but thine
Would my weary soul recline;
Thou art ready to forgive,
Thou canst bid the sinner live-
Guide the wanderer, day by day,
In the strait and narrow way.
2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace
For the heavenly dwelling-place;
All thy promises are sure,
Ever shall thy love endure;
Then what more could I desire,
How to greater bliss aspire?
All I need, in thee I see,
Thou art all in all to me.

3 Jesus, Saviour all divine,

Hast thou made me truly thine?
Hast thou bought me by thy blood?
Reconciled my heart to God?
Hearken to my tender prayer,
Let me thine own image bear;
Let me love thee more and more,
Till I reach heaven's blissful shore.

Mall. 11:28.

DOES the Gospel word proclaim Rest for those that weary be?

NEWTON

Then, my soul, advance thy claim—
Sure that promise speaks to thee!

Marks of grace I cannot show,
All polluted is my best;
But I weary am, I know,

And the weary long for rest.

2 Burdened with a load of sin,
Harassed with tormenting doubt,
Hourly conflicts from within,
Hourly crosses from without ;-
All my little strength is gone,
Sink I must without supply;
Sure upon the earth is none

Can more weary be than I.
3 In the ark the weary dove
Found a welcome resting-place;
Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace.
Tempest-tossed I long have been,

And the flood increases fast;
Open, Lord, and take me in,

Till the storm be overpast!

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1. Saviour, when in dust, to thee Low we bow th'adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies D. S. Bending from thy throne on high,

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Scarce we lift our streaming eyes: Oh! by all thy pain and woe, Suffered once for man below, Hear thy people while they cry!

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SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee Low we bow the adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes: Oh! by all thy pain and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear thy people while they cry. 2 By thy birth and early years, By thy human griefs and fears, By thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness: By thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power; Jesus, look with pitying eye; Hear thy people while they cry.

GRANT. I

3 By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,
By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn;
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear thy people while they cry.
4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the sealed sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy power from death to save;

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Oн, this soul, how dark and blind!
Oh, this foolish, earthly mind!
Oh, this froward, selfish will,
Which refuses to be still!
Oh, these ever-roaming eyes,
Upward that refuse to rise!
Oh, these wayward feet of mine,
Found in every path but thine!

2 Oh, this stubborn, prayerless knee,
Hands so seldom clasped to thee,
Longings of the soul, that go
Like the wild wind, to and fro!
To and fro, without an aim,
Turning idly whence they came,
Bringing in no joy, no bliss,
Only adding weariness!

3 Giver of the heavenly peace!
Bid, oh, bid these tumults cease:
Minister thy holy balm:

BONAR

Fill me with thy Spirit's calm:
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Leave me not in sin to stay;
Bearer of the sinner's guilt,
Lead me, lead me, as thou wilt!

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1. Brethren, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but should not fear; Foes we have, but we'vea Friend,

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One that loves us to the end: Forward, then, with courage go;

Long we shall not

dwell below; Soon the joyful news will come," Child, your Father calls-come home!"

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BRETHREN, while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but should not fear;
Foes we have, but we've a Friend,
One that loves us to the end:
Forward, then, with courage go;
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls-come home!"

2 In the way a thousand snares
Lie, to take us unawares;
Satan, with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded part:
But, from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon victorious be;
Soon the joyful news will come,

"Child, your Father calls-come home!"

3 But of all the foes we meet,
None so oft mislead our feet,
None betray us into sin

Like the foes that dwell within;
Yet let nothing spoil our peace,
Christ shall also conquer these;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls-come home!"

1 Cor. 12:27.

WHEN along life's thorny road,
Faints the soul beneath the load,
By its cares and sins oppressed,
Finds on earth no peace or rest;
When the wily tempter's near,
Filling us with doubt and fear:
Jesus, to thy feet we flee,
Jesus, we will look to thee.

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne
List'nest to thy people's moan;
Thou, the living Head, dost share
Every pang thy members bear:
Full of tenderness thou art,
Thou wilt heal the broken heart;
Full of power, thine arm shall quell
All the rage and might of hell.

3 Mighty to redeem and save,

Thou hast overcome the grave;
Thou the bars of death hast riven,
Opened wide the gates of heaven;
Soon in glory thou shalt come,
Taking thy poor pilgrims home;
Jesus, then we all shall be,
Ever-ever-Lord, with thee.

ANON.

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1. Je-sus, full of all compassion, Hear thine humble suppliant's cry: Let me know thy great salvation; D. S. Prostrate at thy feet repenting

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See! I languish, faint, and die. Guilty, but with heart relenting, O-verwhelmed with helpless grief, Send, oh, send me quick relief!

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JESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear thine humble suppliant's cry:
Let me know thy great salvation;

See! I languish, faint, and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at thy feet repenting

Send, oh, send me quick relief!
2 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

While I view thee, wounded, grieving,

Breathless, on the cursed tree,
Fain I'd feel my heart believing
Thou didst suffer thus for me.

3 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,
"Here's a soul that perished, sueing
For the Saviour's boasted aid!"
Saved!-the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with thy love.

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LORD, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering full and free;
Showers the thirsty soul refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me!
Pass me not, O gracious Father!
Lost and sinful though I be;

Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy light on me.

2 Have I long in sin been sleeping?
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me!
Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!

Thou canst make the blind to see; Testify of Jesus' merit,

Speak the word of peace to me.

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FULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation!

I thy timely aid implore;
Suffering Son of Man! be near me,
All my sufferings to sustain,
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By thy more than mortal pain.

2 Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In thy days of flesh below;
When thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe;
When thou didst our curse inherit,

Groan beneath our guilty load,
Burdened with a wounded spirit,
Bruised by the wrath of God.

3 By thy most severe temptation,
In that dark, satanic hour;
By thy last mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power!
By thy fainting in the garden,

By thy bloody sweat, I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,
Take my sins and fears away.

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Ps. 51: 10.

RAY PALMER.

TAKE me, my Father, take me!
Take me, save me, through thy Son
That which thou wouldst have me,

make me,

Let thy will in me be done.
Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying-
Take me to thy love, my God!

2 Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, O Father, falling,
To thy household take me in.
Freely now to thee I proffer

This relenting heart of mine;
Freely life and soul I offer-
Gift unworthy love like thine.
3 Once the world's Redeemer dying,
Bare our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,

Now I look in hope to thee;
Father, take me! all forgiving
Fold me to thy loving breast;
In thy love forever living,
I must be forever blest!

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