EVEN ME. 8s, 7s & 3. W. B. BRADBURY. 99. "Bless me, even me, also." MRS. CODNer. L art scott ORD, I hear of show'rs of blessing, Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing : Let some droppings fall on me. 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father! 3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour! Whilst thou'rt calling, oh! call me— 4 Have I long in sin been sleeping- 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— PASS ME NOT. 8s & 5s W. H. DOANE. While on others thou art calling, Do not pass me by. FINE. D.S. 100. "Son of David, have mercy on me." F. J. C. VAN ALSTYNE. PASS ASS me not, O gentle Saviour, While on others thou art smiling, 2 Let me at a throne of mercy Kneeling there in deep contrition, 3 Trusting only in thy merits, Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 4 Thou the spring of all my comfort, Whom have I on earth beside thee, EVAN. C. M. Arr. by REV. W. H. HAVERGAL. 101. "Made nigh by the blood of Christ." Eph. 2: 13. NEWTON. LORD, I approach the mercy-seat, Where thou dost answer prayer; There humbly fall before thy feet, 2 Thy promise is my only plea; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By war without, and fear within, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; 5 Oh, wondrous love!—to bleed and die, Job 23: 3. H that I knew the secret place, I'd spread my wants before his face, WATTS. 102. 103. 104. 2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, How grace decays and comfort dies, 3 He knows what arguments I'd take I'd plead for his own mercy's sake- 4 Arise, my soul! from deep distress, He calls thee to his throne of grace, "He shall hide me." Ps. 27: 5-9. MRS. STEELR. EAR Father, to thy mercy-seat "Tis here I find a safe retreat Thy grace can raise my comforts high, 3 Oh, never let my soul remove From this divine retreat! Still let me trust thy power and love, And dwell beneath thy feet. Spants the hart for cooling streams When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee, my God, the living Ged, Oh! when shall I behold thy face, 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul! The praise of him who is thy God, FROM wg tide of woes, ROM every stormy wind that blows, There is a calm, a sure retreat; STOWELL 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 106. And heaven comes down our souls to greet, "The gate of heaven." Gen. 28: 17. OW How sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord! 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, Let this the "gate of heaven" be. KELLY. |