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163 that to Me never hunger; and he that believeth on Me shall never thirst.-JOHN vi. 35.

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Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men ; From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee Thou art good, To them that find Thee, All in all !

3 We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountain-Head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast.

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50 Jesus, ever with us stay,

Make all our moments calm and bright, Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. Ray Palmer."

There is a Friend that sticketh closer

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than a brother.-PROV. xviii. 24. THOU, my soul, forget no more The Friend who all thy misery bore: Let every idol be forgot,

But, O my soul, forget Him not. 2 Jesus for thee a body takes,

Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks, Discharging all thy dreadful debt; And canst thou e'er such love forget? 3 Renounce thy works and ways with grief, And fly to this most sure relief; Nor Him forget who left His throne, And for thy life gave up His own.

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mp 3 When He lived on earth abased,
'Friend of sinners' was His name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same:

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Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

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That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

What He daily bears from us? Yet this glorions Friend and Brother Loves us though we treat Him thus ; Though for good we render ill, He accounts us brethren still.

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W. CROFT.

Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:

His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

My Saviour and my Lord,

My Conqueror and my King! Thy sceptre and Thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the power: behold I sit In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

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