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5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,

2 Not the labour of my hands
Long been slighting, grieving 'Thee ? Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Has the world my heart been keeping ? Could my zeal no respite know,
Oh, forgive and rescue me,

Could my tears for ever flow,
Even me.

All for sin could not atone:

Thou must save, and Thou alone. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Blood of Christ, so rich and free,

Simply to Thy cross I cling; Grace of God, so strong and boundless,

Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Magnify them all in me,

Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Even me.

Black, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Saviour, or I die! 7 Pass me not, this lost one bringins,

Satan's slave, Thy child shall be; 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, All my heart to Thee is springing ;

When my eyelids close in death,
Blessing others, oh, bless me,

When I soar to worlds unknown,
Even me. See Thee on Thy judgment-throne,
ELIZABETH CODER. 1860. Rock of ages! shelter me !

Let me hide myself in Thee !

CHAS. WESLEY. 1740. 115 or L.M. And he arose, and came to his

TIIE CALL ACCEPTED AND father.-Luke xv. 20.

REJOICED IN. (UST as I am-without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me,

L.M. And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,

He went on his way rejoicing. O Lamb of God, I come!

Acts. viii. 39.

HAPPY day, that fixed my choice . Just as I am-and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot; (spot,

Well may this glowing heart rejoice, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse cach

And tell its raptures all abroad.
O Lamb of God, I come!

2 0 happy bond that seals my vows 3 Just as I am-though tossed about

To Him who merits all my love! With many a conflict, many a doubt, Let cheerful anthems fill His house, Fightings within, and fears without,

While to that sacred shrine I move.
O Lamb of God, I come!

3 'Tis done; the great transaction's done, | Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind,

I am my Lord's, and He is mine; Sight, riches, healing of the mind,

He drew me, and I followed on,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

Glad to confess the voice divine.
O Lamb of God, I come !

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart;

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; j Just as I am--Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,

With ashes who would grudge to part, Because Thy promise I believe,

When called on angels' bread to feast? O Lamb of God, I come!

5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear; Just as I am-Thy love unknown

Till in life's latest hour I bow, llas broken every barrier down;

And bless in death a bond so dear. Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

Ó Lamb of God, I come!

C. ELLIOT, 1836.


I will sing unto Thy name.

Rom. xv. 9.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher i THERE is a name I love to hear,


It sounds like music in mine ear,
OCK of ages, cleft for me,

The sweetest name on earth.
Let me hide myself in Thee !
Let the water and the blood,

2 It tells me of a Saviour's love,
From Thy wounded side which flowed, Who died to set me free;
Be of sin the double cure;

It tells me of His precious' blood, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

The sinner's perfect plea.


Cho.- I love to tell the Story !

"Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the Old, Old Story,

Of Jesus and His love. 2 I love to tell the Story : more wonderful it seems

[golden dreams. Than all the golden fancies of all our I love to tell the Story; it did so much for me:

sto thee. And that is just the reason I tell it now 3 I love to tell the Story; 'tis pleasant to repeat

(wonderfully sweet. What seems, each time I tell it, more I love to tell the Story: for some have never heard

[Holy Word. The message of salvation from God's own 4 I love to tell the Story; for those who krow it best

[like the rest : Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it, And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the

New, New Song, [loved so long. 'Twill be the Old, Old Story, that I have


Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and 121

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3 It tells me of a Father's smile

Beaming upon His child;
It cheers me through this little while,

Through desert, waste, and wild. 4 Jesus, the name I love so well,

The name I love to hear;
No saint on earth its worth can tell,

No heart conceive how dear. 5 This name shall shed its fragrance still

Along this thorny road;
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill

That leads me up to God. 6 And there, with all the blood-bought

From sin and sorrow free, [throng, I'll sing the new eternal song Of Jesus' love to me.

F. WHITFIELD. 1857. 119

The love of Christ, which passeth

knowledge.-Eph. iii. 19. 1

IT passeth knowledge, that dear love of My Jesus,

Saviour; yet this soul of mine length,

, Its height and depth, and everlasting

Know more and more. 2 It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Saviour ; yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim, to sinners far and A love which can remove all guilty fear,

And love beget. 3 It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Saviour; yet this heart of mine Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so

free, Which brings a rebel sinner, such as me,

Nigh unto God. 4 Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love!

Lead, lead me to the living fount above; Thither may 1, in simple faith, draw nigh, And never to another fountain fly,

But unto Thee. 5 And when my Jesus face to face I see,

When at His lofty throne I bow the knee; Then of His love, in all its breadth and length,

(strength, Its height and depth, its everlasting My soul shall sing.


7.6. The testimony of Jesus.--Rev. 1. 9. I LOVE to tell the story, of unseen Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and I love to tell the Story, because I know it's true;

(would do. It satisfies my longing, as nothing else


Lord, I have loved the habitation

of Thy house.-Ps. xxvi. 8. LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord, The Church our blest Redeemer saved,

With His own precious blood, 2 I love Thy Church, O God!

Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye,

And graven on Thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,

Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as Thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of he

IGHT. 1800.




Save us, O Lord, our God.

Ps, evi. 47. MY Saviour, hear me, Thou hast paid my ransom,

Thou hast died for me, Now by simple faith I claim Pardon through Thy gracious name; Thou, my Ark of safety, Let me fly to Thee.

2 O my Saviour, bless me!

Bless me while I pray;
Grant Thy grace to help me,

Take my sins away;
I believe Thy promise, Lord,
I will

trust Thy holy word;
Thou my soul's Redeemer,

Bless me while I pray. 3 O my Saviour, love me!

Make me all Thine own;
Leave me not to wander

In this world alone:
Bless my way with light divine,
Let Thy glory round me shine;
Thou, my Rock, my Refuge,

Make me all shine own. 4 O my Saviour, guard me!

Keep me evermore;
Bless me, love me, guide me,

Till my work is o'er :
May I then, with glad surprise,
Chant Thy praise beyond the skies;
There with Thee, my Saviour,
Dwell for evermore.

F. J. CROSBY. 1874.


2 Though, like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.
3 There let the way appear,

Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.
4 Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs

Bethels I'll raise ;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,-

Nearer to Thee.
5 And when on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Lord, increase our faith.

Luke xvii. 5.
1 My faith looks up to Thee,

Saviour divine!
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh, may I from this day

Be wholly Thine. 2

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire:
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,

A living fire.
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,

Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream
When death's cold sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul!


Behold the Lamb of God.

John i. 29. 10

LAMB of God most lowly!

All free from spot and stain, Oh, help us now to seek Thee,

And sing Thy praise again. 2 O Lamb of God most holy !

So great and yet so meek, May we, when pride allures us,

Thy lowly spirit seek.
3 O Lamb of God most gentle!

And yet so good and true,
May we when passion tempts us,

Thy gentleness pursue.
4 O Lamb of God most lovely!

To Thee our faith would flee;
Reveal to us Thy beauty,
And win our hearts to Thee.

W. P. BALFERN. 1875.


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Draw nigh to my soul.-Ps. lxix. 18. 1 DRAW

nearer, my saviour, And keep me for ever,

Safe, safe in the fold: More watchful and trusting,

Oh, help me to be, More holy, dear Saviour,

More faithful to Thee. 2 More humble in spirit,

More fervent in prayer, More cheerful and willing

My trials to bear: More earnest in labour

Oh, help me to be, More holy, dear Saviour,

More faithful to Thee. 3 Come, blessed Redeemer,

Now dwell in my heart :
My hope and my comfort

For ever Thou art;
In all my temptations,

Oh, help me to be
More holy, dear Saviour,
More faithful to Thee.

F. J. CROSEY. 1874.


7.6. Learn of Me ; for I am meek and

lowly in heart. Matt. xi. 28.

Who once did sojourn here;
O Jesus! pure and holy,

Thy gentle voice I hear!
It speaks from out the pages

Of Thine own Book divine;
It comes all down the ages,

To weary hearts like mine.
2 0 Jesus! meek and lowly,

Of comforters the best;
O Jesus ! pure and holy,

To me Thou offer'st rest.
Rest from all mental anguish,

The rest of sin forgiven,
Rest when I fail and languish,

The perfect rest of heaven.
30 Jesus! meek and lowly,

I look to Thee alone;
Jesus ! pure and holy,

To Thee for rest I come;
I trust

and so believe Thee,
I seek Thy blessed face;
Receive me, oh, receive me,
Within Thy kind embrace !

J. F. SMYTHE. 1880.

Pray to thy Father who is in secret,

Matt. vi. 6.
1 no when the morning shineth,

Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,

Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,

Fling every fear away,
And in thy chamber kneeling,

Do thou in secret pray.
2 Remember all who love thee,

All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,

If any such there be:
Then for thyself, in meekness,

A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition

Thy great Redeemer's name.
3 Or if 'tis e'er denied thee

In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee

When friends are round thy way,
E'en then the silent breathing

The spirit raised above,
May reach His throne of glory,

Of mercy, truth, and love.
4 Whene'er thou pinest in sadness,

Before His footstool fall;
Remember in thy gladness

His grace who gave thee all:
Oh, not a joy or blessing

With this we can compare-
The power that He hath given us,
To pour our souls in prayer.


Unto you who believe, He is

precious.--1 Pet. ii. 7.
I NEED Thee; precious Jesus !
My soul is dark and guilty,

My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain,

Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ

most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus !

For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,

I have no earthly store ;
I need the love of Jesus,

To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,

To be my strength and stay. 3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus !

I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe my sorrows,

A friend to care for me;
I need the heart of Jesus

To feel each anxious care, To tell my every want to,

And all my sorrows share. 4 I need Thee, blessed Jesus !

And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,

And seated on Thy throne;
There, with Thy blood-bought children,

My joy shall eyer be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.




8.7. He calleth His own sheep by name.

John x. 3. 1 W As there ever kindest shepherd As the Saviour who would have us

Come and gather round His feet?

2 There is welcome for the sinner,

And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Saviour,

There is healing in His blood.

3 There is no place where earth's sorrows

Are more felt than up in heaven; There is no place where earth's failings

Have such kindly judgment given.

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Thy will be done.—Matt. vi. 10. 1 MY

God, my Father, while I stray Oh, teach me from my heart to say, [way,

Thy will be done !
2 If Thou shouldst call me to resign

What most I prize-it ne'er was mine :
I only yield Thee what was Thine ;-

Thy will be done !
3 E'en if again I ne'er should see

The friends more dear than life to me,
Ere long we both shall be with Thee;

Thy will be done!
4 Should pining sickness waste away

My life, in premature decay !
My Father, still I strive to say,

Thy will be done!
5 If but my fainting heart be blest

With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest

Thy will be done !
6 Renew my will from day to day;

Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done!
7 Then when on earth I breathe no more

The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore;-
Thy will be done!

C. ELLIOTT. 1834.

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The hour of prayer.-Aets iii. 1. 1 SWEET WEET hour of prayer! sweet hour of

prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known: In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare,

By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of

Thy wings shall my petition bear (prayer!
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless :
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word, and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,

And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! 3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of

May I thy consolation share, [prayer !
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize ;
And shout, while passing through the air,
"Farewell farewell, sweet hour of

4 Let me do Thy will or bear i

I would know no will but Thine; 1 Bhouldst Thou take my life, or spare it,

I that life to Thee resign.

5 May this solemn dedication

Never onoo forgotten lie; Let it know no revocation, Published and confirmed on high.

6 Thine I am, O Lord, for ever,

To Thy service set apart; Suffer me to leave Thee never; Seal Thing imago on my heart.

J. BURTON. 1814.

prayer 1"

J. BRADBURY, 1874.

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