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4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, Thou hast died.
5 O wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious Name!

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The Christian pilgrim encouraged.
Jer. 1, 4, 5. Matt. vii, 7.

1 PILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion's gate;
There, till mercy speaks within,

D 7's.

Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait:
Knock! He knows the sinner's cry;
Weep!-He loves the mourner's tears;
Watch!-for saving grace is nigh;
Wait!-till heavenly light appears.
2 Hark! it is the Saviour's voice;
Welcome, pilgrim! to thy rest;
Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe, and own'd, and bought, and blest:
Safe-from all the lures of vice;
Own'd-by joys the contrite know;
Bought by love; and life the price;
Blest-the mighty debt to owe.

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in Lent.

3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee
In the world can now remain?
From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain:
Fear-the hope of heav'n shall fly;
Shame-from glory's view retire;
Doubt-in full belief shall die;
Pain-in endless bliss expire.

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Acquiescence in the will of God entreated.
Matt. vi, 10; xxvi, 42.

P. M.

1 MY GOD, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done."

2 If Thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize,—it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was thine:

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Thy will be done."

3 If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest:
Thy will be done."

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4 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done."

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5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,

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Thy will be done."

God's pardoning grace.

Ex. xxxiv, 6, 7. Micah vii, 18.

1 GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways
Display thine attributes divine;
But the fair glories of thy grace
To mortal eyes unrivall'd shine:
Who is a pard'ning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Sins of such numbers to forgive-
Guilty, offending worms to spare-
This is thy grand prerogative,
And none shall in the glory share:
Who is a pard'ning God &c
3 In wonder lost, with trembling joy
We take the pardon of our God;
Pardon for sins of deepest dye,
A pardon bought with Jesu's blood:
Who is a pard'ning God &c.

6-8's.

4 Oh! may this great, this matchless grace, This glorious miracle of love,

Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all the ransom'd hosts above!

Who is a pard'ning God &c.

in Lent.

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Strength according to our day promised.

Deut. xxxiii, 25.

1 AFFLICTED saint! to Christ draw near;
Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear:
His faithful word declares to thee,
That, "as thy day, thy strength shall be."

2 Let not thy heart despond, and say,
How shall I stand the trying day?
He has engaged by firm decree,

That," as thy day, thy strength shall be."

3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;
And, if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee,
For, "as thy day, thy strength shall be."

4 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name;
In fiery trials thou shalt see,

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That, as thy day, thy strength shall be."

5 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue: He comes to set thy spirit free,

And, "as thy day, thy strength shall be."

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Christ inviting the weary.

Matt. xi, 28.

1 WITH tearful eyes I look around,
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper-" Come to me."
2 It tells me of a place of rest;

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It tells me where my soul may flee: Oh! to the weary, faint, oppress'd, How sweet the bidding-"Come to me." 3 When the poor heart with anguish learns, That earthly props resign'd must be; And from each broken cistern turns, It hears the accents-"Come to me.' 4 When against sin I strive in vain, And cannot from its yoke get free, Sinking beneath the heavy chain, The words arrest me-" Come to me." 5[When nature shudders, loath to part From all I love, enjoy, and see;

When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters-" Come to me." 6 "Come-for all else must fail and die, "Earth is no resting-place for thee; "Heavenward direct thy weeping eye; 'I am thy portion-Come to me."]

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