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Thou wouldst not let Thy captive go,
Or leave me to my carnal will;
Thy love forbad my rest below,

Thy patient love pursued me still;
And forced me from my sin to part,
And tore the idol from my heart.

But can I now the loss lament,

Or murmur at Thy friendly blow ? Thy friendly blow my heart hath rent From every seeming good below: Thrice happy loss! which makes me see My happiness alone in Thee.

"I WILL GUIDE THEE WITH MINE EYE."

HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by,
Throughout the evil day!

The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,

And stir me up to pray.

My soul with Thy whole armour arm ;
In each approach of sin alarm,

And show the danger near!

Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,

And fill with godly jealousy,

And sanctifying fear.

Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see Thy gathering frown,
And feel Thy warning eye:
And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
'Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink!

O save me, or I die!'

If near the pit I rashly stray,
Before I wholly fall away,

The keen conviction dart:
Recal me by that pitying look,

That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart.

A COVERT FROM THE STORM."

JESUS, refuge of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high:

Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;

Safe into the haven guide,

Then receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;

Leave, ah, leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me :

All my trust on Thee is staid,

All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head,

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

All in 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 :Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.

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