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My soul, and sowed the tares;
From Thee comes nothing ill,
O save me from these snares,
Make plain my pathway still.

6 Thou art the Life, O Lord,

And Thou its Light art only!
Let not Thy blessed rays
Still leave me dark and lonely.
Star of the East, arise!

Drive all my clouds away,
Till earth's dim twilight dies
Into the perfect day.

C. M.-No. 2.

THOU

HOU art the way; to Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek Him, Lord, through Thee.

2 Thou art the truth; Thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the life; the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conqu❜ring arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life;
Grant us to know that way,

That truth to keep, that life to win,
Which lead to endless day.

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THOU of God the Father

The true Eternal Son,

Of whom the Word declareth

No. 66.

That Thou with Him art One;
Thou art the bright and Morning Star,

Beyond all other radiance

Thy glory streams afar.

2 O let us in Thy knowledge

And in Thy love increase,
That we in faith be steadfast,
And serve Thee here in peace;
That so Thy sweetness may be known
To these cold hearts, and teach them
To thirst for Thee alone.

3 Maker of all! who showest
The Father's love and might,
In heaven and earth Thou reignest
Of Thine own power and right;
So rule our hearts and minds that we
Be wholly Thine, and never
May turn aside from Thee!

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No. 45.

MORNING Star! how fair and bright Thou beamest forth in truth and light; O Sov'reign meek and lowly,

Thou Root of Jesse, David's Son,

My Lord and Bridegroom, Thou hast won
My heart to serve Thee solely!

Holy art Thou,

Fair and glorious, all victorious,

Rich in blessing,

Rule and might o'er all possessing.

2 Thou Heavenly Brightness! Light Divine!
O deep within my heart now shine,
And make Thee there an altar!
Fill me with joy and strength to be
Thy member, ever joined to Thee
In love that cannot falter;
Toward Thee longing

Doth possess me; turn and bless me,
For Thy gladness

Eye and heart here pine in sadness.

3 But if Thou look on me in love,
There straightway falls from God above
A ray of purest pleasure;

Thy Word and Spirit, flesh and blood,
Refresh my soul with heavenly food,
Thou art my hidden treasure;
Let Thy grace, Lord,

Warm and cheer me, O draw near me;
Thou hast taught us

Thee to seek, since Thou hast sought us!

4 Here will I rest, and this hold fast:
The Lord I love is First and Last,

The End as the Beginning!
Here I can calmly die, for Thou

Wilt raise me where Thou dwellest now,

Above all tears, all sinning;

Amen! Amen!

Come, Lord Jesus, soon release us;

With deep yearning,

Lord, we look for Thy returning!

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7s.-No. 4.

JESUS! Savior! come to me,

Let me ever be with Thee;
Come, and nevermore depart,
Thou who reignest in my heart.

2 Ever do I for Thee sigh,
Nothing else can satisfy;
Ever do I cry to Thee:
Jesus, Jesus, come to me!

3 Earthly joys can give no peace,
Ne'er can bid my longings cease;
Still to have my Jesus near,
This is all my pleasure here.

4 All that makes the angels glad
In their garbs of glory clad,
Only fills me with distress,
If Thy presence do not bless.

5 Take Thou all away from me,
I shall still thus minded be,
Thou who madest me Thine own
Shalt be all my joy alone.

6 None shall claim my heart beside,
None but Jesus crucified;

Savior, I am only Thine,

Other love shall ne'er be mine.

7 Thou alone, my God and Lord,
Art my glory and reward;
Thou hast bled for me and died,
I will be no other's bride.

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8 Come then, Lamb for sinners slain,
Come and ease me of my pain;
Evermore I cry to Thee:

Jesus, Jesus, come to me!

9 Patiently I wait and pray,
Jesus, do not say me nay;

That when death shall come to me,
Thou my Jesus sweet wilt be.

JESUS, priceless Treasure,

Source of purest pleasure,
Truest Friend to me!
O how long I've panted,
And my heart hath fainted,
Thirsting, Lord, for Thee!
Thine I am, Thou spotless Lamb,
I will suffer naught to hide Thee,
Naught I ask beside Thee.

2 In Thine arms I rest me,
Foes who would molest me
Cannot reach me here;
Though the earth be shaking,
Every heart be quaking,

Jesus calms my fear;

Sin and hell, in conflict fell,

With their bitter storms assail me;

Jesus will not fail me.

3 Satan, lo! I brave thee,

Hell, thou shalt not have me,

Fear I cast away!

No. 67.