fall - ing? And dost Thou yet bid me draw nighun - to Thee ? A-men.

III

"O come unto Me all ye laden and weary,

Yea, come unto Me all ye sad and opprest:
Though dark be the pathway, the prospect all dreary,
O come unto Me, and your souls shall find rest."

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And art Thou my Saviour ? and dost thou still tend me,

Thus call to me, seek me, and yearn for me still ?
E'en yet wilt Thou bear with me, watch, and befriend me,

And with Thine own Self all my emptiness fill ?

"O come unto Me; I am meek, I am lowly,

Unlearn ye the evil, and learn to do right.
O take up My burden, My yoke that is holy,
For My yoke is easy, My burden is light.”

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I listen, my Saviour :-'tis Thou that art calling,

I see Thee still smiling in pity on me;
But draw me unto Thee, and save me from falling,-

O ne'er of myself can I come unto Thee. Amen.

R. TOMLINS

183

O For a Closer Walk with God

Muriel C. M.

FREDERICK WILLIAM SCHLIEDER

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for a clos - er walk with God, A calm and heavenly

frame,

Be of

sin the dou - ble cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. A-men.

Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee! Amen.

AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY

185 Father, Again in Jesus' Name We Meet

LUCY ELIZABETH GEORGINA WHITMORE

186 Saviour, When in Dust to Thee Spanish Chant 7777 7777

Spanish Melody

Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol-emn lit - a - ny.

By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread permitted hour
Of the mighty tempter's power:
Turn, O turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany!

By the sacred grief that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn litany!