L , down!

Fix in us thy humble dwelling;

All thy faithful mercies crown:
Jesus! thou art all compassion ;

Pure, unbounded love thou art :
Visit us with thy salvation ;

Enter every longing heart.
2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit

Into every troubled breast;
Let us all thy grace inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest:
Come, Almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive;
Hasten thy return, and never,

Never more thy temples leave!
3 Finish, Lord, thy new creation ;

Pure and spotless may we be:
Let us see our whole salvation

Perfectly secured by thee:
Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Thine own bright ray!
Divinely good thou art;
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart:

Oh, come to-day!
2 Come, tend'rest Friend, and best,
Our most delightful guest,

With soothing power:
Rest, which the weary know,
Shade, ʼmid the noontide glow,
Peace, when deep griefs o’erflow,-

Cheer us, this hour!
3 Come, Light serene, and still
Our inmost bosoms fill;

Dwell in each breast:
We know no dawn but thine ;
Send forth thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,

And make us blest!

EVEN ME. 88, 78 & 3.

W. B. BRADBURY.

99.

“ Bliss me, even me, also."

MRS. CODNER. ORD, I hear of show'rs of blessing,

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Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing :
Let some droppings fall on me-

Even me, even me,

Let some droppings fall on me.
2 Pass me not, O gracious Father!

Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let thy mercy light on me-

Even me.
3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour!

Let me love and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favor:
Whilst thou’rt calling, oh! call me-

Even me.
4 Have I long in sin been sleeping-

Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping ?
Oh, forgive, and rescue me-

Even me.
5 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit !

Thou canst make the blind to see ;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me

Even me.

100.

“ Son of David, hnve mercy on me.” F. J. C. VAN ALSTYNE. PASS

ASS me not, O gentle Saviour,

Hear my humble cry;
While on others thou art smiling,

Do not pass me by.
2 Let me at a throne of mercy

Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition,

Help my unbelief.
3 Trusting only in thy merits,

Would I seek thy face,
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,

Save me by thy grace.
4 Thou the spring of all my comfort,

More than life to me,-
Whom have I on earth beside thee,

Whom in heaven but thee?

EVAN. C. M,

Arr. by Rev. W. H. HAVERGAL.

101.

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“Made nigh by the blood of Christ." Eph. 2: 13. NEWTON.

ORD, I approach the mercy-seat,

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There humbly fall before thy feet,

For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea ;

With this I venture nigh :
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fear within,

I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;

That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him thou hast died.
5 Oh, wondrous love !—to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead thy gracious name. 102.

H Н

Where I
I'd spread my wants before his face,

And pour my woes abroad.

Job 23 : 3.

WATTS.

Othat I knew the secret place,