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225

6s & 4s.

JAMES G. DECK, 1842.

Logos.

HUBERT P. MAIN, 1881.

Oh! Thou art

Hast bought me with Thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord!

Oh! how great is Thy love,
All other loves above,-
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord!

3 When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my Refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord!

What need I now to fear?
What earthly grief or care?
Since Thou art ever near,
Jesus, my Lord!

4 Soon Thou wilt come again;
I shall be happy then,

Jesus, my Lord!

Then Thine own face I'll see,

Then I shall like Thee be, Then evermore with Thee, Jesus, my Lord!

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I CHRIST in His word draws near;
Hush, moaning voice of fear,

He bids Thee cease.
With songs sincere and sweet
Let us arise, and meet
Him who comes forth to greet
Our souls with peace.

2 Rising above thy care,
Meet Him, as in the air,
O weary heart!

Put on joy's sacred dress;
Lo, as He comes to bless,
Quite from thy weariness
Set free thou art!

3 For works of love and praise
He brings thee summer days,
Warm days and bright;
Winter is past and gone,
Now He, salvation's Sun,
Shineth on every one
With mercy's light.

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4 From the bright sky above,

Clad in His robes of love,

'Tis He, our Lord!
Dim Earth itself grows clear,
As His light draweth near:
Oh let us hush, and hear
His holy word.

THOMAS TOKE LYNCH, 1855.

8s & 7s, D.

JOHN BAKEWELL, 1760. Abr.

JOHANN SCHOP, 1642. Har. JOHANN SEB. BACH.

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All our

2 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,

Seated at Thy Father's side. There for sinners Thou art pleading; There Thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding

Till we stand in glory there.

3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give!

Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise!

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind!

3 O Hope of every contrite heart!

O Joy of all the meek!

To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek!

When I begin Thy praise,

Where will the growing numbers end,The numbers of Thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore;

And since I knew Thy graces first,
I speak Thy glories more.

Nor tongue nor pen can show. The love of Jesus,-what it is, None but His loved ones know.

5 Jesus! our only joy be Thou,

As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus! be Thou our glory now, And thro eternity!

Of the celestial road;

And march with courage in Thy strength,

To see my Father God.

4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King!

My soul redeemed from sin and Hell, Shall Thy salvation sing.

ISAAC WATTS, 1719. Abr.

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I IMMORTAL Love, forever full,

Forever flowing free,

Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing Sea!

2 Our outward lips confess the name
All other names above;

Love only knoweth whence it came

And comprehendeth Love.

3 Blow, winds of God, awake and blow
The mists of Earth away!
Shine out, O Light Divine, and show
How wide and far we stray!

4 We may not climb the heavenly steeps. To bring the Lord Christ down,

In vain we search the lowest deeps
For Him no depths can drown.

5 In joy of inward peace, or sense
Of sorrow over sin,

He is His own best evidence,

His Witness is within.

6 Yea, warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He;

And faith has still its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.

7 O LORD and Master of us all!

What'er our name or sign,

We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,

We test our lives by Thine.

9 O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight
Thy presence maketh one,
As thro transfigured clouds of white
We trace the noonday Sun.

10 So, to our mortal eyes subdued,
Flesh-veiled but not concealed,
We know in Thee the Fatherhood
And heart of God revealed.

II We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray:
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee
The Light, the Truth, the Way!

12 APART from Thee all gain is loss,
All labor vainly done;
The solemn shadow of Thy Cross
Is better than the Sun!

13 Alone, O Love ineffable!

Thy saving name is given;
To turn aside from Thee is Hell,
To walk with Thee is Heaven!

14 Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may Thy service be?

Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word:
But simply following Thee.

15 Thy litanies, sweet offices
Of love and gratitude;

Thy sacramental liturgies
The joy of doing good.

Within our earthly sod,

Most human and yet most divine,

The flower of Man and God!

Thine inward altars raise;

Its faith and hope Thy canticles, And its obedience praise!

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JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER, 1867. Abr.