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5 Thus may I see that I am thine,
And feel my heart to thee ascend; Then shall I know that thou art mine, My God, my Father, and my Friend. . 737.
78. “He gave his only begotten Son."-John ji. 16, GRACIOUS Lord, incline thy ear! My requests vouchsafe to hear; Hear my never-ceasing cry;
Give me Christ, or else I die. 2 Wealth and honour I disdain,
Earthly comforts, Lord, are vain;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
Only ease me of my guilt:
Give me Christ, or else I die. 4 All unholy and unclean,
I am nothing else but sin;
Give me Christ, or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the lost;
In thy grace alone I trust:
Give me Christ, or else I die. 6 Thou dost promise to forgive
All who in thy Son believe;
Christ, the Way to God.
Stands ever open, full and free. 2 Hungry, and poor, and lame, and blind,
Hither the blood-bought children fly;
And live while they behold thee die. 3 Here they forget their doubts and fears,
While thy sharp sorrows meet their eyes; And bless the hand that dries their tears,
And each returning want supplies. 4 O the vast mysteries of thy love!
How high, how deep, how wide it rolls!
The Soul Aying to Christ for Rest and Rofage. ·
And yet have sought it well;
Is sin, and death, and hell. 2 To Christ for help I fly,
The friend of sinners lost,
And there is all my trust.
Unto thy pierced side.
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. 5 And when the hour is near
That flesh and heart will fail, Do thou in all thy grace appear, And bid my faith prevail. 740.
“ Blessed be ye poor."-Luke vi. 20. LORD, when I hear thy children talk (And I believe 'tis often true) How with delight thy ways they walk,
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 own,
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:
“ He that trusteth his own heart is a fool."
Yet a loving Peter fell.
David also felt the same;
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;
The rags that I am poor.
And cheereth souls distress'd.
And heal a bleeding breast.
Which draws me to his door;
And bring his gospel store?
And each day's want supply;