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439. How Firm a Foundation, Ye Saints of the Lord.

Adeste Fideles (Portuguese Hymn). 11 11, 11 11.

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2 "Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed;
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;

For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
5 "E'en down to old age, all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;

And then, when gray hairs shall their temples adorn
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

6 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I cannot desert to His foes:
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake!"

"K," in Rippon's Selection, 1787.

440. Vanish Doubt and Hesitation!

Tviflan ur min själ försvinne. 87, 87, 88, 7 7.

W. WESSNITZER, 1661.

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1. Van-ish doubt and hesitation! My Re-deem - er is the Lord. 2. He will pit - y and relieve me,

Who can then con-demn my soul?

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Clearly He per-ceives thy an-guish; O my soul, why longer lan-guish? Why, then, should my heart ac- cuse me,

Or my con-science still con-fuse me?

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441. Now I Have Found the Ground Wherein.

Colchester. 88, 88, 8 8.

SAMUEL SEBASTIAN WESLEY, (1810-1876).

1. Now I have found the ground wherein My soul's sure an-chor may re- main:

The wounds of Jesus, for my sin

Before the world's foun-da- tion slain;

Whose mer-cy shall un-shak-en stay When heav'n and earth are fled a - way. A-MEN.

Or: St. Catherine, No. 424.

2 0 Father, Thine eternal grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thine arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste, and live.

3 0 love, so great, so bottomless!

My sins are swallowed up in Thee; And covered my unrighteousness,

No spot of guilt remains in me; While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies, For mercy, boundless mercy, cries!

Johann Andreas Rothe, 1727.

442. All That I Was, My Sin, My Guilt.

Dundee. C. M.

HART'S Psalter, 1615.

1. All that I was, my sin, my guilt, My death, was all my own;

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443. O for a Faith That Will Not Shrink.

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444. Behold, by Sovereign Grace Alone.

Wach auf, mein Geist! erhebe dich. 887, 8 8 7, 8 8.

JOHANN SCHOP, 1642. JOHANN CRÜGER, 1653.

1. Behold, by sov'reign grace a lone Hath God the Fa-ther from His throne 2. Thro' love alone His Son was sent To bear the law's dread pun-ish-ment

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