1

195

Till not a spot remains.

White in His blood most pre-cious
He from them all releases, He all my sor-rows shares.
To sing with saints His prais-es,
learn the an-gels' song.

To

Amen.

63

REV. HENRY AUGUSTINE COLLINS, (

JESUS, MY LORD, MY GOD, MY ALL.
"St. Finbar." L. M. 6 lines.
) 1852.

when I call;

I ought, ingly? be- long;

God, my All,

Lord, my
my
Hear me, blest Sa - vior,
late
Thee have sought; How can I love Thee
didst Thou find in me
That Thou hast dealt so
Thee, shall be my song, To Thee my heart and

Thee a - dore;

Pour down the riches of Thy grace.

The glorious beauty of Thy name?
So far ex ceeding hope or thought!
And Thou, blest Savior, Thou art mine.

from Thy dwelling place tol Thy match-less fame, joy that Thou hast brought, have or am is Thine,

REFRAIN.

English.

4 -6-4

66

REV. GEORGE HUNT SMYTTAN, (1825--1870) 1856.

William Horsley, (1774-1858) 1844.

for- ty nights Tempted, and yet un- de-filed.
ceas-ing prayer, Glad with Thee to suffer pain?
before, Grant we may not faint or fail.
昌

er

1. Forty days and for- ty nights Thou wast fasting in the wild, Forty days and 2. Shall we not Thy sor-row share, And from earthly joys ab-stain, Fasting with un3. And if Sa- tan, vex- ing sore, Flesh or spir - it should assail, Thou, his vanquish

Paul Heinlein, (1626-1686) 1677.

4 So shall we have peace divine;
Holy gladness ours shall be;
Round us, too, shall angels shine,
Such as ministered to Thee.

5 Keep, O keep us, Savior dear,
Ever constant by Thy side;
That with Thee we may appear
At th' eternal Eastertide.