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2. Didst Thou regard the beggar's cry,

And give the blind to see ?
Jesus, Thou Son of David, hear-
Have

mercy, too, on me.
3. And didst Thou pity mortal woe,

And sight and health restore ?
Then pity, Lord, and save my soul,

Which needs Thy mercy more.
4. Didst Thou regard Thy servant's cry,

When sinking in the wave?
I perish, Lord-oh save my soul,

For Thou alone canst save. BRADLEY.

449.

C. M.
1. WELCOME, O Saviour! to my heart;

Possess Thine humble throne;
Bid every rival hence

depart,
And claim me for Thine own.
2. The world and Satan I forsaker

To Thee, I all resign;
My longing heart, O Jesus ! take,

And fill with love divine.
3. Oh!

may

I never turn aside,
Nor from Thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide-

I give it all to Thee. BOURNE'S COLL.

450.

C. M.
1. My Saviour, can I follow Thee,

When all is dark before?
While midnight rests upon

the

sea,
How can I reach the shore?
2. Oh, let Thy star of love but shine,

Though with the faintest ray;
'T will gild with light the foaming brine,

And light my stormy way.

3. Then gladly will I follow Thee,

Though hurricanes appear; Singing with rapture o'er the sea ; 66 What can I have to fear ?"

LEIFCHILD'S COLL. 451.

C. M.
1. Tuy gracious presence, O my God!

All that I wish contains ;
With this, beneath affliction's load,

My heart no more complains.
2. This can my every care control,

Gild each dark scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul,

Without it all is night.
3. O happy scenes above the sky,

Where Thy full beams impart
Unclouded beauty to the eye,

And rapture to the heart.
4. Her portion in those realms of bliss,

My spirit longs to know;
My wishes terminate in this,

Nor can they rest below.
5. Lord ! Shall the breathings of my heart

Aspire in vain to Thee?
Confirm my hope, that where Thou art,

I shall forever be.
6. Then shall my cheerful spirit sing

The darksome hours away,
And rise on faith's expanded wing

To everlasting day.

STEELE.

452.

C. M.
1. APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer:
There humbly fall before His feet,

For none can perish there.

2. Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh:
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,

And such, O Lord ! am I.
3. Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed;
By wars without, and fears within,

I come to Thee for rest.
4. Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,

That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell Him-" Thou hast died.”
5. Oh! wondrous Love-to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name!

NEWTON,

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1. My soul, review the trembling days

In which my God I sought,
I cried aloud for aid divine,

And aid divine He brought.
2. Through all my weak and fainting heart

His secret strength He spread,
And clasped me in His arms of love,

And raised my drooping head.
3. He called Himself my covenant God;

His promises He showed;
And wide displayed their solemn seal

In the great-Surety's blood.
4. I heard His people shout around,

And joined their cheerful song;
And saw from far the shining seats
Which to His saints belong.

5. My God, what inward strength thou givest

I to Thy service vow;
And in Thy strength would upward march,

Till at Thy throne I bow. DODDRIDGE,

454.

78.
1. SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee

Low we bow th' adoring knee:
When repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes ;
O, by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,

Hear our solemn litany.
2. By Thy birth and early years,

By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness.
By Thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus look with pitying eye,

Hear our solemn litany.
3. By Thine hour of dark despair,

By Thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,
By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn,
By Thy cross, Thy pangs and cries,
By Thy perfect sacrifice:
Jesus, look with pitying eye,

Hear our solemn litany.
4. By Thy deep expiring groan,

By the seald sepulchral stone,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
By Thy power from death to save:
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To Thy throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.

ROBERT GRANT.

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1. WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here.
Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

2. Spared to see another year,

Let Thy blessing meet us here;
Come, Thy dying work revive,

Bid Thy drooping garden thrive:
Sun of Righteousness, arise!

Warm our hearts and bless our eyes;
Let our prayer Thy pity move,

Make this year a time of love.
3. Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,

With eternity in view :
Bless Thy word to old and young,

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
When our life's short race is run,

May we dwell with Thee above.

NEWTON,

456.

78.

1. Does the Gospel word proclaim

Rest for those that weary be?
Then, my soul, put in thy claim

Sure that promise speaks to thee;
Marks of grace I can not show,

All polluted is my best;
But I weary am, I know,

And the weary long for rest.

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