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What seems, each time I tell it,

More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story ;

For some have never heard The message of salvation

From God's own holy word.-REF.

Tune-"Every Hour."

P. M. I need Thee every hour,

Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine
Can peace afford.

REFRAIN
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour;

Stay Thou near by ;
Temptations lose their power

When Thou art nigh.-REF.
I need Thee every hour,

In joy or pain ;
Come quickly and abide,

Or life is vain.-REF.

I love to tell the story ;

For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting

To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,

I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be the old, old story That I have loved so long.-REF.

KATHERINE HANKEY, 1870.

360 Tune—“Even Me.” 88.78. & 38. Lord, I hear of showers of blessing,

Thou art scattering full and free; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;

Let some droppings fall on me.

I need Thee every hour;

Teach me Thy will ;
And Thy rich promises

In me fulfill.-REF.
I need Thee every hour,

Most Holy One ;
0, make me Thine indeed,
Thou blessed Son !-REF.

ANNIE S. HAWKS, 1872.

REFRAIN.

Even me, even me,
Let some droppings fall on me.

Pass me not, O gracious Father,

Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather

Let Thy mercy light on me.-REF.

Pass me not, O tender Savior,

Let me live and cling to Thee;
For I'm longing for Thy favor;
Whilst Thou’rt calling, O call me!

-REF

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78. & 68. D.
Tune-“Bowdler"-No. 257.
I love to tell the story

Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,

Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,

Because I know 'tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.

REFRAIN.
I love to tell the story,
'Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story

Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story ;

'Tis pleasant to repeat

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit,

Thou canst make the blind to see ; Witnesser of Jesus' merit,

Speak the word of power to me.-REF.

Love of God, so pure and changeless;

Blood of Christ, so rich and free ; Grace of God, so strong and boundless ; Magnify it all in me.--REF.

ELIZABETH CODNER, 1860.

O could we make our doubts remove,

These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes ; Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o’er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold

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Tune-"Dennis."

S. M. Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

ISAAC WATTS, 1709.

Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

We share our mutual woes,

Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear.

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When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart,

And hope to meet again.

This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives,

And longs to see the day.

From sorrow, toil and pain,

And sin, we shall be free; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity.

JOHN FAWCETT, 1772.

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83. & 78. D. Tune-"Nettleton"-No. 288. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it,

Mount of God's unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wand’ring from the fold of God; He to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood. Oh! to grace how great a debtor,

Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace now, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to Thee ; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it

Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart-o take and seal it ; Seal it from Thy courts above.

ROBERT ROBINSON, 1757. 870 Tune-"Salzburg”-No 23. 88.78. & 18. Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing,

Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, Thy love possessing,

Triumph in redeeming grace ;