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Thou canst, thou wilt my helper be;
4 While still to thee for help I call,
5 Wherefore in never-ceasing pray'r,
Assur'd that thou through life wilt save,
Winter.] HYMN 359. C. M.
W That plants my God in me!
THEN shall I see the welcome hour,
Spirit of health, and life, and pow'r,
2 Love only can the conquest win,
3 No longer then my heart shall mourn,
I only for his glory burn,
Broadmead.] HYMN 360. 6 lines 8's.
MOUNTAIN of life and all my joy,
No more forsaken and forlorn,
I bless the day that I was born!
2 Preserv'd through faith, by power divine, A miracle of grace I stand!
I prove the strength of Jesus mine!
My soul is more than conqueror :
4 Come, Lord, and make me pure within,
Monmouth.] HYMN 361. 6 lines 8's.
NOME, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire! Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire; Sprinkled with th' atoning blood; Now to my soul thyself reveal, Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.
2 Thy witness with my spirit bear,
3 When wilt thou my whole heart subdue?
All, all my vileness may I feel. 4 Humble, and teachable, and mild, O may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master's steps pursue! Be anger to my soul unknown; Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone;
In love create thou all things new. 5 Let earth no more my heart divide; With Christ may I be crucify'd;
To thee with my whole heart aspire;
6 Be thou my joy, be thou my dread;
Nor earth, nor hell I then shall fear;
7 My will be swallow'd up in thee!
8 Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, My consecrated heart inspire,
Sprinkled with th' atoning blood:
Swanwick.] HYMN 362. C. M.
ATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
I trust in thee, whose powerful word
2 Thou know'st for my offence he died,
4 Fully and freely justified,
3 Eternal life to all mankind
4 O God! thy record I believe,
5 Faith in thy power, thou seest I have,
6 Things that are not, as though they were,
7 In hope, against all human hope,
Thy quick'ning word shall raise me up,
8 The thing surpasses all my thought;
Through unbelief I stagger not,
9 Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to that alone;
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries, "It shall be done!" 10 To thee the glory of thy power And faithfulness I give!
I shall in Christ, at that glad hour,
11 Obedient faith that waits on thee,
But thou wilt form thy Son in me,
Clarendon.] HYMN 363. C. M.
Din this weak, helpless soul;
EEPEN the wound thy hands have made
Till mercy with its balmy aid,
Descend to make me whole.
2 The sharpness of thy two-edg'd sword
Till bold to say, My hallowing Lord
3 I see th' exceeding broad command,
4 O that with all thy saints I might
Mystery.] HYMN 364. 8 lines 7's & 6's.
IVE me the enlarg'd desire,
G And open, Lord, my soul,
Thy own fulness to require,