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and watchful mind bestow, That trembles at the thought of sin; Let me thy full salvation know,

O thou who didst the work begin; Preserve me, lest I go astray,

And prove at length a castaway. 25

TEARY of struggling with my pain,

,

At length I give the contest o'er,
And seek to free myself no more.
From my own works at last I cease,
God, who creates, must seal my peace;
Fruitless

my

toil, and vain my care, Unless thy sovereign grace I share. Lord, I despair myself to heal, I see my sin, but cannot feel ; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid the obedient waters flow. 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give, Thy gifts I only can receive; Here then to thee I all resign, To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine. With simple truth to thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all: I wait the moving of the pool, I wait the word that speaks me whole. Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make

my

infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart.

ONE

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NE there is above all others,

Oh, how he loves !
His is love beyond a brother's,

Oh, how he loves !
Earthly friends may fail and leave thee,
This day soothe, the next day grieve thee,
But this friend will ne'er deceive thee,

Oh, how he loves !
Love this friend who died to save thee,

Oh, how he loves !
Dost thou love? he will not leave thee,

Oh, how he loves !
Think no more, then, of to-morrow,
Take his easy yoke and follow,
Jesus carries all thy sorrow,

Oh, how he loves !
All thy sins shall be forgiven,

Oh, how he loves !
Backward shall thy foes be driven,

Oh, how he loves !
Best of blessings he'll provide thee,
Nought but good shall e'er betide thee,
Safe to glory he will guide thee,

Oh, how he loves !

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THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till the whole ransom'd church of God

Be saved, to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die :

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

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Let me hide myself in thee.
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure, -
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands.
Could

my

zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Vile, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

JEET

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ESU ! lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing!

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind !
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness :
Vile, and full of sin I am ;
Thou art full of truth and grace !
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin :
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity!

JUS

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UST as I am—without one plea,

But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee,

O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am-and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am-though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,

Ő Lamb of God, I come.

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