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1 JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,

Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee:
Thou art all my trust and aid,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Reign, O Lord, within my heart,
Reign to all eternity.

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1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n thy native place.

Sun, and moon, and stars decay-
Time shall soon this earth remove,
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepar'd above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course:
Fires ascending seek the sun,
Both speeed them to their source;
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly me riches, fly me cares,
While I that coast explore;
Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares
Solicit me no more.

Pilgrims fix not here their home,
Strangers tarry but a night;
When the last dear morn is come,
They'll rise to joyful light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:

There we'll join the heav'nly train,
Welcom❜d to partake the bliss;
Fly from sorrow and from pain,
To realms of endless peace.

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1 YES! we trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand:
God, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word in ev'ry land:

When he chooses,

Darkness flies at his command.

2 Let us hail the joyful season;

Let us hail the dawning ray:
When the Lord appears, there's reason
To expect a glorious day:

At his presence
Gloom and darkness flee away.

3 While the foe becomes more daring;
While he enters like a flood;
God, the Saviour, is preparing

Means to spread his truth abroad;
Ev'ry language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world in ev'ry land:
And the idols

Perish, Lord, at thy command.

HYMN. C. M.

128 Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.

IO FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame,
And light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem❜ry still!
But now I find an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

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1 HOW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure has its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

130

THE HOLY SCRIPTURES.

HYMN. C. M.

Revelation welcomed.

1 HAIL, sacred truth! whose piercing rays
Dispel the shades of night;
Diffusing o'er the mental world,
The healing beams of light.

2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid,
Restores our wandering feet;
Converts the sorrows of the mind
To joys divinely sweet.

3 Oh! send thy light and truth abroad,
In all their radiant blaze;

And bid th' admiring world adore
The glories of thy grace.

131

HYMN. L. M.

Divine Authority of the Bible.

1 'TWAS by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did their tongues inspire,

And warm their hearts with heav'nly fire. 2 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book;

There my Redeemer's face I see.
And read his name who died for me.
3 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost and vanish in the wind:
Here I can fix my hope secure;
This is thy word—and must endure.

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1 HOW precious, Lord, thy sacred word!
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls in deep distress!

Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,
Thy promise leads to rest.

2 Thy threat'nings wake our slumb'ring eyes,
And warn us where our danger lies;
But 'tis thy gospel, Lord,

That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward.

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1 OPPRESS'D with guilt, and full of fears, I come to thee, my Lord;

While not a ray of hope appears,

But in thy holy word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief dispel;
Here I behold my Saviour's face,
And learn to do his will.

3 Here living water freely flows,
To cleanse me from my sin;

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