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Other refuge I have none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed;

All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness, Vile, and full of sin I am ;

Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within : Source of life, O Lord, thou art,

Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity. 320 wwwwwan

Suffolk. COMPANIONS of thy little flock,

Dear Lord, we fain would be ; Our helpless hearts to thee look up,

To thee, our Shepherd flee.

O might we lean upon that breast,

Which love and pity fill,
And now become those lambs caress'd,

That in thy bosom dwell.
How sweet that voice, how kind that hand

Which lead to pastures fair,
And shew bless'd Canaan's promis'd land,

Lot of thy flock so dear.
As one in heart we'd all rejoice

The sinner's friend to praise,
We'd tune anew our cheerful voice,

And our best anthems raise. 321 DEAR friend of friendless sinners, hear,

And magnify thy grace divine: Pardon a worm that would draw near,

That would his heart to thee resign; A worm by self and sin opprest, That pants to reach thy promis'd rest. With holy fear, and reverend love,

I long to lie beneath thy throne; I long in thee to live and move,

And charge myself on thee alone: Teach me to lean upon thy breast, To find in thee the promis'd rest. Thou say'st thou wilt thy servants keep

In perfect peace, whose minds shall be

Like new-born babes, or helpless sheep,

Completely stay'd, dear Lord, on thee: How calm their state, how truly blest, Who trust on thee, the promis'd rest ! Take me, my Saviour, as thine own,

And vindicate my righteous cause; Be thou my portion, Lord, alone,

And bend me to obey thy laws : In thy dear arms of love caress'd, Give me to find thy promis'd rest. 322 Ora Newman Shore Cottage. GRACIOUS Lord incline thine ear, While my spirit ventures near; Hear my never ceasing cry, Give me Christ, or else I die. Worldly honours 1 disdain, Earthly comforts, Lord, are vain; These can never satisfy, Give me Christ, or else I die. Lord deny me what thou wilt, Only cleanse me from my guilt; Suppliant at thy feet I lie, Give me Christ, or else I die. All unboly and unclean, I am nothing else but sin ; On thy mercy I rely, Give me Christ, or else I die.

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Thou dost freely save the lost, In thy grace alone, I trust; With my earnest suit comply, Give me Christ, or else I die. Father, dost thou seem to frown? Let me shelter in thy Son; Jesus to thine arms I fy; Come and save me, or I die. 323 wawancar New Sabbath. WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in thee ? The fulness of thy promise prove, The seal of thine eternal love? Thee, only thee, I fain would find, And cast the world and flesh behind; An helpless soul, I come to thee, With only sin and misery. Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure; I want, do thou enrich the poor ; Under thy mighty hand I stoop, O lift the abject sinner up. Lord I am blind, be thou my sight; Lord, I am weak, be thou my might; A helper of the helpess be, And let me find my all in thee. 324 Non Numaran

Leach. O LOVE divine how sweet thou art!

When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up with thee?
I humbly pray, I thirst to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me.
O that I could for ever sit
Like Mary, at the Master's feet;

Be this my happy choice:
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven, on earth be this,

To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
O that I could, like favour'd John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast;
From guilt, and care, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee

My everlasting rest.
Thy love alone do I require,
Nothing on earth beneath desire,

Nothing in heaven above :
Let earth with all its trifles

go, Give me, O Lord, thy love to know,

Give me thy precious love. 325

Lambeth THOU Shepherd of Israel divine,

The joy of the upright in heart;
For closer communion we pine,
Still, still to reside where thou art !

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