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That grace

sustains my spirit now, Though still a pilgrim here below; That grace fuffices, comforts, guides, Upholds, defends, preserves, provides.

Yes, Thou art with me, O

my God, To bear me on to Thy abode, Where I shall never cease to prove Thy deep, divine, unfailing love.

Help me to praise Thee day by day, 'Till earth's dark scenes are passed away, 'Till in Thine own unclouded light Thy glory satisfies my fight.

H. B.

VIII.

GOD THE SON.

EHOLD ! th' Ambassador divine,

Descending from above,
To publish to mankind the law

Of everlasting love!

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On Him, in rich effufion poured,

The heavenly dew descends; And truth divine He shall reveal

To earth's remotest ends.

No trumpet found, at His approach,

Shall strike the wondering ears ; But still and gentle breathes the voice

In which the God appears.

By His kind hand the shaken reed

Shall raise its falling frame,
The dying embers shall revive,

And kindle to a flame.

The onward progress of His zeal

Shall never know decline ;
Till foreign lands and distant isles

Receive the law divine.

IX.

GOD THE SON.

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JESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,

While the tempeft still is high :
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last.

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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 ;
Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.

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ESUS, Thy boundless love to me,

No thought can reach, no tongue

declare ;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,

And reign without a rival there :
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
Be Thou alone my constant flame!
Ogrant that nothing in my soul

May dwell but Thy pure love alone :
O may Thy love possess me whole,

My joy, my treasure, and my crown;
Strange flames far from my heart remove –
May every act, word, thought, be Love !
O Love, how cheering is thy ray!

All pain before thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow melt away,

Where'er thy healing beams arise :
Jesu, nothing may I fee,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee !

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Still let Thy love point out my way!

What wondrous things Thy love hath wrought! Still lead me, left I go astray;

Direct my word, inspire my thought ;
And if I fall, foon may I hear
Thy voice, and know that love

near.

In suffering, be Thy love my peace ;

In weakness, be Thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,

Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be Thou my guide,
And save me, who for me haft died.

XI.

GOD THE SON.

ESUS, Thy Blood and Righteousness,

My beauty are, my glorious drefs :
Midft flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

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When from the dust of death I rise,
To take my mansion in the skies,
E’en then shall this be all my plea,
“Jesus hath lived and died for me."

Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?

Fully through Thee absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of finners Thee proclaim,-
Sinners of whom the chief I am.

This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature finks in years ;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

Oh, let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Bid, Lord, thy banished ones rejoice ;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

ZINZENDORF.*

* This beautiful hymn is usually attributed in modern collections to Charles Wesley, but it was originally composed by that saintly Moravian, Count Zinzendorf, on his voyage to the West Indies, A.D. 1736. Like the character of the author, it approaches more nearly those of ancient times than the usual compositions of the present day.

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