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C. M. ? : The Lord's Supper. LORD, who can hear of all thy woe,
Thy groans and dying cries, And not feel tears of sorrow flow,
And sighs of pity rise? 2 Much harder than the hardest stone
That man's hard heart must be. Alas, dear Lord, with shame we own,
That just such hearts have we. 3 The symbols of thy flesh and blood
Will (as they have been oft) With unrelenting hearts be view'd,
Unless thou make them soft. 4 Dissolve these rocks; call forth the stream,
Make every eye a sluice;
Who wept so much for us. 5 And while we mourn, and sing, and pray,
And feed on bread and wine,
The substance with the sign.
735. “Happy is that people that is in such a case."-Ps. cxliv. 15. O THE happiness arising
From the life of grace within,
2 On the Saviour's fulness living,
All his saints obtain delight; . With the strength which he is giving, They can wrestle, they can fight.
Happy moments! When King Jesus is in sight. 3 Nearer, nearer to him clinging,
Let my helpless soul be found;
“Show me a token for good.”—Psalm lxxxvi. 17.
And that my treasure is above. 2 My supplication, Lord, is this,
That all my sins may be subdued;
And then proclaim my peace with thee;
And that will be for good to me.
And gorern all my words and ways; .
For there I seek my dwelling place,
And there my guilt would hide. 4 In every time of need,
My helpless soul defend, And save me from all evil deed,
And save me to the end.
That flesh and heart will fail,
“Blessed be ye poor."-Luke vi. 20.
And gladly thy commandments do, 2 In my own breast I look and read
Accounts so very different there,
Each sight would sink me to despair. 3 Needy, and naked, and unclean,
Empty of good, and full of ill,
Without the power to act or will; 4 I feel my fainting spirits droop;
My wretched leanness I deplore;
From this, The Lord has blest the poor. 5 Then while I make my secret moan, Upwards I cast my eyes, and see,
Though I have nothing of my owni,
My treasure is immense in thee.
Fix there my heart, and for the rest,
“Why weepest thou ?"-Luke xx. 15. I No more at Mary wonder
Dropping tears upon the grave; Earnest asking all around her,
“ Where is he that died to save?" 2 Dying love her heart attracted,
Soon she felt its rising power:
Brooding mischief in a smile. 2 Does it boast of love within?
So it may, and yet may sin;
Yet a loving Peter fell.
David also felt the same;
“He that trusteth his own heart is a fool."
4 Does it talk of faith, and boast?
Abram had as much as most;
Twice he durst deny his wife. 5 Every prop will, first or last,
Sink and fail but Jesus Christ;
Waiting for Help.
Where many a Lazar comes;
For mercy's falling crumbs. 2 My rags and wounds my wants proclaim
And help from him implore;
that I am poor.
And cheereth souls distress'd.
broken reeds, And heal a bleeding breast. 4 His name is Jesus, full of grace,
Which draws me to his door; And will not Jesus show his face,
And bring his gospel store?
And each day's want supply;