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CHRIST IN YOU, THE HOPE OF GLORY."

SUPREME High-Priest, the pilgrim's light,
My heart for Thee prepare ;

Thine image stamp, and deeply write
Thy superscription there:

Ah, let my forehead bear Thy seal,

My arm Thy badge retain,
My heart the inward witness feel

That I am born again!

Into Thy humble mansion come,
Set up Thy dwelling here;
Possess my heart, and leave no room
For sin to harbour there :
Ah, give me, Lord, the single eye,
Which aims at nought but Thee:
I fain would live, and yet not I,

But Jesus live in me.

O that the penetrating sight
And eagle's eyes were mine!
Undazzled at the boundless light,
Of Majesty divine;

That with the armies of the sky
I, too, may sit and sing,
Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye,
The dove's aspiring wing.

EARLY IN THE MORNING DO I CRY UNTO THEE."

JESUS, by whose grace I live,
From the fear of evil kept,
Thou hast lengthened my reprieve,
Held in being while I slept;
With the day my heart renew,
Let me wake Thy will to do.

Since the last revolving dawn
Scattered the nocturnal cloud,
O how many souls have gone,
Unprepared to meet their God!
Yet Thou dost prolong my breath,
Nor hast sealed my eyes in death!

O that I may keep Thy word,

Taught by Thee to watch and pray!
To Thy service, dearest Lord,
Sanctify the present day:
Swift its fleeting moments haste;
Doomed, perhaps, to be my last!

Crucified to all below,

Earth shall never be

my care;

Wealth and honour I forego,

This my only wish and prayer ;Thine in life and death to be,

Now, and to eternity!

I WILL PUT THEE IN A CLEFT OF THE ROCK."

ROCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;

Cleanse me from its guilt and power!

Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone!

Nothing in my hand I bring;

Simply to Thy cross I cling,
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Vile, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

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