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Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
O receive my soul at last.
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed; 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.
There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads :A place than all beside more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
O let my hand forget her skill,
HUGH STOWELL, 1828.
Much we need Thy tender care;
Poor and sinful though we be;
Grace to cleanse and power to free.
Early let us do Thy will;
Revive our drooping faith.
Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame, Of never-dying love. Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesus' blood,
And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God.
'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole.
Dwell, therefore, in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know, and praise and love The Father, Son, and Thee!
JOSEPH HART, 1759.
God, we bless Thee that we meet again: Thou hast heard the prayer we brought Thee,
Given the good that we besought Thee; God, we bless Thee that we meet again. REFRAIN: That we meet, etc.
God, we bless Thee that we meet aga
God, we bless Thee that we meet again. [REF. God, we bless Thee that we meet again: Though we part when ends life's story, O how sweet to sing in Glory
God, we bless Thee that we meet again, [REF. EDWARD A. COLLIER, 1900.
Tune-"Harwell." Ss. 78. & 78.
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices