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2. O come, Thou living Saviour,
Come help me now to love Thee truly.

Methinks I hear, etc.
3. O come, Thou Holy Spirit,
Inflame my soul with heav'nly fire.

Methinks I hear, etc. 4. O angels and archangels, Come help me chant Jehovah's praises.

Methinks I hear, etc. 5. O all

ye

Christian heroes,
Come help me fight the mighty battle.

Methinks I hear, etc. 6. Burst wide, ye heavenly portals, Room for the host of blood-bought conquerors.

Methinks I hear, etc.

675.

lls & 10s. 1. When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,

And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down, beneath the wild commotion,

That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. 2. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth,

And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce so e'er it flieth,

Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. 3. So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest!

There is a temple, sacred evermore, And all the babble of life's

angry

voices Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door. 4. Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce so e'er it flieth,

Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee. 5. O Rest of rests! O Peace, serene, eternal !

Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never;
And in the secret of Thy presence dwelleth

Fullness of joy, forever and forever.

MRS. STOWE.

676.

Ils & 10s. 1. Still, still with Thee—when purple morning

breaketh, When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee ! 2. Alone with Thee-amid the mystic shadows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 3. As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean,

The image of the morning står doth rest,
So in this stillness, Thou beholdest only

Thine image in the waters of my breast. 4. Still, still with Thee! as to each new-born morning

A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,
So doth this blessed consciousness awaking,
Breathe, each day, nearness unto Thee and

Heaven. 5. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,

Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer, Sweet the repose bencath Thy wings o'ershading,

But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there. 6. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,

When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee; Oh! in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,

Shall rise the glorious thought-I am with Thee.

MRS. STOWE.

677.

11s.

Abide in me.” 1. That mystic word of Thine, O Sovereign Lord !

Is all too pure, too high, too deep for me;
Weary of striving, and with longing faint,

I breathe it back again in prayer to Thee. 2. Abide in me-o’ershadowed by Thy love

Each half-formed purpose and dark thought of sin. Quench, ere it rise, each selfish, low desire,

And keep my soul as Thine ---calm and divine.

3. As some rare perfume in a vase of clay

Pervades it with a fragrance not its own-
So, when Thou dwellest in a mortal soul,
All heaven's own sweetness seems around it

thrown.
4. The soul alone, like a neglected harp,

Grows out of tune, and needs that Hand divine; Dwell Thou within it, tune and touch the chords,

Till every note and string shall answer Thine. 5. Abide in me: there have been moments pure,

When I have seen Thy face and felt Thy power ; Then evil lost its grasp, and passion, hushed,

Owned the divine enchantment of the hour. 6 These were but seasons beautiful and rare;

Abide in me --and they shall ever be ;
I
pray
Thee now

fulfill
my

earnest prayer,
Come and abide in me, and I in Thee.

MRS. STOWE.

678.

10s.
1. ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide,

The darkness deepens-Lord, with me abide !
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
2. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3. I need Thy presence every passing hour:

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ?
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

LYTE.

679.

10s. 1. My feet are worn and weary with the march

Over the rough road and up the steep hill-side; O city of our God! I fain would see

Thy pastures green, where peaceful waters glide.

2. My hands are weary, toiling on,

Day after day, for perishable meat;
O city of our God! I fain would rest-

I sigh to gain Thy glorious mercy-seat. 3. My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust, Oft rent by briars and thorns that crowd my

way, Would fain be made, O Lord my righteousness!

Spotless and white in heaven's unclouded ray. 4. My eyes are weary looking at the sin,

Impiety, and scorn upon the earth;
O city of our God! within Thy walls

All-all are clothed again with Thy new birth. 5. My heart is weary of its own deep sin

Sinning, repenting, sinning still again ;
When shall my soul Thy glorious presence feel,

And find, dear Saviour, it is free from stain? 6. Patience, poor soul! the Saviour's feet were worn;

The Saviour's heart and hands were weary too ; His garments stained, and travel-worn, and old;

His vision blinded with a pitying dew.
7. Love thou the path of sorrow that He trod;

Toil on, and wait in patience for thy rest ;
O city of our God! we soon shall see
Thy glorious walls—Home of the loved and

blest.

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1. How blest the sacred tie that binds,

In union sweet, according minds !
How swift the heavenly course they run,

Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one. 2. To each, the soul of each how dear!

What watchful love, what holy fear!
How doth the gen’rous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin !

3. Their streaming eyes together flow

For human guilt and mortal woe;
Their ardent prayers together rise,

Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4. Together oft they seek the place

Where God reveals His awful face;
How high, how strong their raptures swell

There's none but kindred souls can tell. 5. Nor shall the glowing flame expire

Midst nature's drooping, sick’ning fire:
Soon shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy, because of love.

MRS. BARBAULD.

681.
1. Come in, thou blessed of our God,

In Jesus' name we bid thee come;
No more thy feet shall roam abroad,

Henceforth a brother-Welcome home. 2. Those joys which earth can not afford,

We'll seek in fellowship to prove,
Joined in one spirit to our Lord,

Together bound by mutual love. 3. And while we pass this vale of tears

We'll our joys and sorrows known; We'll share each other's hopes and fears,

And count a brother's cares our own. 4. Once more our welcome we repeat;

Receive assurance of our love;
O may we all together meet

Around the throne of God above!

KELLY.

682.

L. M.
1. How blest is he whose tranquil mind,

When life declines, recalls again
The years that time has cast behind,

And reaps delight from toil and pain.

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