2 Behold the living bread
Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinner's stead,
That he might ever live.
3 The Lord delights to give;
He knows you've nought to buy:
To Jesus haste; this bread receive,
And you shall never die.
L. M. 6 L. ENG. BAP. COL.
A Support in Temptation.
TILL nigh me, O my Saviour, stand, And guard in fierce temptation's hour; Support by thy almighty hand;
Show forth in me thy saving power;
Still be thine arm my sure defence;
Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence.
2 In suffering be thy love my peace;
In weakness be thy love my power;
And, when the storms of life shall cease,
O Saviour, in that trying hour,
In death, as life, be thou my Guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.
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;
O, receive my soul at last.
2 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 stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 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.
1 NEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow;
God has opened there a fountain'
That supplies the plains below:
They are blesséd
Who its sovereign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way;
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,
Making all around look gay:
O ye nations,
Hail the long-expected day.
3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure,
All-enriching as it goes,
Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose:
Every object
Sings for joy, where'er it flows.
4 Trees of life, the banks adorning,
Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are saved from mourning;
Pleasure comes, and hopes abound:
Fair their portion-
Endless life with glory crowned.
WHEN sins and fears, prevailing, rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
To thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes;
To thee I breathe my soul's desires.
2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort, die?
'Tis fixed on thine almighty word-
That word which built the earth and sky.
3 If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here may I build and rest secure.
4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Forever sure the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth or hell
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.
5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
If Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself- that last of foes-
Shall break a union so divine.
Christ ever present in his Churches.
ESUS, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Dost dwell within the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.
AFRIEND there is your voices join,
Ye saints, to praise his name
Whose truth and kindness are divine,
Whose love's a constant flame.
2 When most we need his helping hand,
This Friend is always near;
With heaven and earth at his command,
He waits to answer prayer.
3 When frowns appear to veil his face,
And clouds surround his throne,
He hides the purpose of his grace,
To make it better known.
4 And, if our dearest comforts fall
Before his sovereign will,
He never takes away our all;
Himself he gives us still.
5 Our sorrows in the scale he weighs,
And measures out our pains;
The wildest storm his word obeys;
His word its rage restrains.
1 MY soul, with joy attend,
While Jesus silence breaks;
No angel's harp such music yields
As what my Shepherd speaks.
2 "I know my sheep," he cries;
"My soul approves them well:
Vain is the world's delusive guise,
And vain the rage of hell.
3 "I freely feed them now
With tokens of my love;
But richer pastures I prepare,
And sweeter streams, above.
4 "Unnumbered years of bliss
I to my people give;
And while my throne unshaken stands
Shall all my chosen live.
5 "This tried, almighty hand
Is raised for their defence;
Where is the power shall reach them there,
Or what shall force them thence?"
6 "Enough, my gracious Lord," Let faith triumphant cry;
"My heart can on this promise liveCan with this promise die."
WHILE my Redeemer 's near
My Shepherd and my Guide,
I bid farewell to every fear;
My wants are all supplied.
2 To ever-fragrant meads,
Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.
3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray,
My wandering feet restore;
And guard me with thy watchful eye,
And let me rove no more.
To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
A grateful song I raise;
O, let the feeblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.
2 But how shall mortal tongues express A subject so divine?
Do justice to so vast a theme,
Or praise a love like thine?
3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;
Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.
4 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.
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