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Side 51 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Side 72 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 0 Lamb of God, I come.
Side 42 - Lord ! I my vows to Thee renew : Scatter my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Side 43 - O may my soul on Thee repose, , And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep, that may me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
Side 49 - Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood ! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred Stream, that heavenly Food.
Side 9 - That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth : And where the week-days trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth.
Side 41 - Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Side 13 - Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit : For why ] His doom is writ, A word shall quickly slay him. God's "Word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But spite of Hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by his finger. And though they take our life, Goods, honour, children, wife, Yet is their profit small ; These things shall vanish all, The City of God remaineth.