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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;
These can never satisfy;

Give me Christ, or else I die.
3 Lord, deny me what thou wilt,

Only ease me of my guilt:
Suppliant at thy feet I lie;

Give me Christ, or else I die. 4 All unholy and unclean,

I am nothing else but sin;
On thy mercy I rely;

Give me Christ, or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the lost;

In thy grace alone I trust:
With my earnest suit comply;

Give me Christ, or else I die. 6 Thou dost promise to forgive

All who in thy Son believe;
Lord, I know thou canst not lie;
Give me Christ, or else I die.

L. M.


Christ, the Way to God.
JESUS, how heavenly is the place,
Where thy dear. people wait for thee!
Where the rich fountain of thy grace,

Stands ever open, full and free. 2 Hungry, and poor, and lame, and blind,

Hither the blood-bought children fly;
In thy deep wounds a balsam find,

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!
Its fountain springs in heaven above,
Its streams revive our drooping souls.

The Soul Aying to Christ for Rest and Rofage. ·
No help in self I find,

And yet have sought it well;
The native treasure of my mind

Is sin, and death, and hell. 2 To Christ for help I fly,

The friend of sinners lost,
A refuge sweet, and sure, and nigh,

And there is all my trust.
3 Lord, grant me free access

Unto thy pierced side.

S. M.


L. M.

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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,
That, had I not thy blood to plead,

Each sight would sink me to despair. 3 Needy, and naked, and unclean,

Empty of good, and full of ill,
A lifeless lump of loathsome sin,

Without the power to act or will; 4 I feel my fainting spirits droop;

My wretched leanness I deplore;
Till gladden'd with a gleam of hope

From this, The Lord has blest the poor. 5 Then while I make my secret moan, Upwards I cast my eyes, and see,


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Though I have nothing of my own,

My treasure is immense in thee.
6 My treasure is thy precious blood:

Fix there my heart, and for the rest,
Under thy forming hands, my God,
Give me that frame which thou think'st best

“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 who Mary thus affected,
Bids his mourners weep no more.

“ He that trusteth his own heart is a fool."
HE that trusteth his own heart,
Acts á raw and foolish part;
Base it is, and full of guile,
Brooding mischief in a smile.
Does it boast of love within?
So it may, and yet may sin;
Peter loved his Master well,

Yet a loving Peter fell.
3 Does it feel a melting frame?

David also felt the same;
Yet he made a woeful trip,
And perceived his mountain slip.

C. M.

4 Does it talk of faith, and boast?

Abram had as much as most;
Yet, beguiled by unbelief,

Twice he durst deny his wife. 5 Every prop will, first or last,

Sink and fail but Jesus Christ;
On this sure foundation stone
Let me build and rest alone.

Waiting for Help.
My business lies at Jesus' gate,

Where many a Lazar comes;
And here I sue, and here I wait

For mercy's falling crumbs. 2 My rags and wounds my wants proclaim

And help from him implore;
The wounds do witness I am lame,

The rags that I am poor.
3 The Lord, I hear, the hungry feeds,

And cheereth souls distress'd.
He loves to bind up 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?
5 Supplies of every grace I want,

And each day's want supply;
And if no grace the Lord will grant,
I must lie down and die.


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