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Still do Thou love us, loving Lord,
That we may still love Thee:

Still make us love Thee-so Thou still
Our loving Lord wilt be.

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ETERNAL God! we look to Thee,
To Thee for help we fly;
Thine eye alone our wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

Lord, let Thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide :
That love will all vain love expel ;
That fear, all fear beside.

Not what we wish, but what we want,
Oh let Thy grace supply;

The good unasked in mercy grant ;
The ill, though asked, deny.


S. M.

BLEST be Thy love, good Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.

Oh Thou our souls' chief hope,
We to Thy mercy fly :
Where'er we are, Thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need supply.

Whether we sleep or wake,

To Thee we both resign;

By night we sleep as well as day,
If Thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die,

Both we submit to Thee;
In death we live as well as life,
If thine in death we be.

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LORD, Thy word abideth,
And our footsteps guideth;
Who its truth believeth
Light and joy receiveth.
When our foes are near us,
Then Thy Word doth cheer us,
Word of consolation,

Message of salvation.

When the storms are o'er us,
And dark clouds before us,
Then its light directeth
And our way protecteth.
Who can tell the pleasure,
Who recount the treasure,
By Thy Word imparted
To the simple-hearted?
Word of mercy, giving
Succour to the living;
Word of life, supplying
Comfort to the dying!
Oh, that we discerning
Its most holy learning,
Lord, may love and fear Thee,
Evermore be near Thee!

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How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
"Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear Name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus! my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, mine End,
Accept the praise I bring

Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.

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O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen

Since on Thine arm Thou bidd'st us lean,
Help us through life's changing scene
By faith to cling to Thee!

Blessed with this fellowship divine,
Take what Thou wilt, we'll not repine;
For, as the branches to the vine,
We only cling to thee!

Though far from home, fatigued, opprest,
Here we have found a place of rest;
As exiles still, yet not unblest,
Because we cling to Thee!

What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove.;
With patient uncomplaining love
Still can we cling to Thee!

Though oft we seem to tread alone,
Life's dreary waste with thorns o'ergrown,
The voice of love in gentlest tone
Still whispers, cling to Me.

Blest is our lot, whate'er befall,
Whom none can sever, none appal;
Since, as our strength, our rock, our all,
Jesu, we cling to Thee!

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LORD, it is not for us to care,

Whether we die or live:

To love and serve Thee is our share,
And this Thy grace will give.

If life be long, O make us glad
Thee longer to obey :

If short, no labourer is sad,
To end his toilsome day.

Christ leads us through no darker ways
Than He went through before;
Whoever for God's kingdom prays,
Must enter by this door.

Come, Lord! when grace hath made us meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What must Thy glory be?

There shall we end our sad complaints,
Our weary, sinful days:

And join with those triumphant saints,
That sing Thine endless praise,

Our knowledge of that life is small
The eye of faith is dim:

Enough for us that Christ knows all,
And we shall be with Him.


JESU, lover of my

D. 7's.


Let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the waters nearer roll,

While temptation's wave mounts high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life be past;

Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none:

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee :

Leave, O leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me.

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