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5 Lord, I am weak and broken sore,

None of my powers are whole;
The inward anguish makes me roar,

The anguish of my soul.

6 All my desires to thee are known,

Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh and every groan

Is noticed by thine ear.

7 Thou art my God, my only hope ;

My God will hear my cry: My God will bear my spirit up

When Satan bids me die.

8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide,

To see my virtue fail;
They raise their pleasure and their pride

Whene'er their wiles prevail.

9 To thee will I confess my guilt,

And thus will plead with thee;

“ Was not the blood of Jesus spilt

To set the sinner free?"

10 My God, forgive my follies past,

And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation, haste,

Before thy servant die.

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Christ our Guide.
1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand;

Bread of heaven,
Feed me, till I want no more.

2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow;

Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through;

Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.

L. P. M.
Christ the Hope of the Disconsolate.
I When gathering clouds around I view,

And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain.
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray,

From heavenly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He who felt temptation's power,

Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,

And sore dismayed my spirit dies,
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, bis smile,
Divides me for a little while,
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,

For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 5 And O! when I have safely passed

Through every conflict but the last,

Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.

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C. M.
Joyful Anticipation of Heaven.
HEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all.

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