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4 The kingdom of established peace,

Which can no more remove; The perfect powers of godliness, The omnipotence of love.


5. — C.M.

1 Oh! help us, Lord; each hour of need

Thy heavenly succor give;
Help us in thought and word and deed

Each hour on earth we live.

2 Oh! help us when our spirits bleed

With contrite anguish sore;
And, when our hearts are cold and dead,

Oh! help us, Lord, the more.

3 Oh! help us through the prayer of faith

More firmly to believe;
For still, the more the servant hath,

The more he shall receive.

4 Oh! help us, Father, from on high ;

We know no help but thee: Oh! help us so to live and die,

As thine in heaven to be.


6. – 6s.

1 Thou hidden Source of calm repose,

Thou all-sufficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes!
Secure I am, if thou art mine ;

And, lo, from sin and grief and shame
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

2 Thy mighty name salvation is,

And keeps my happy soul above ;
Comfort it brings, and power and peace,
And joy and everlasting love:
To me, with thy dear name, are given
Pardon and holiness and heaven.

3 Jesus, my all-in-all thou art;

My rest in toil, my ease in pain ;
The medicine of my broken heart;
In war, my peace; in loss, my gain ;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown ;

4 In want, my plentiful supply ;

In weakness, my almighty power ;
In bonds, my perfect liberty ;
My light in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable ;
My life in death, my heaven in hell.



Seeking after God.

1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose :
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it find rest in thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ;
And fain I would: but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove.
Yet hinderances strew all the way :
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3. 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see:
Oh! when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend ?

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share ?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there :
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.


8. – 7s M.

I am the Bread which came down from Heaven.

1 BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed ;

For thy flesh is meat indeed :
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread !

2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice:
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.

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3 Day by day with strength supplied

Through the life of him who died,
Lord of life! oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.



My Presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee Rest.

1 LORD, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone;

2 A rest where all our soul's desire

Is fixed on things above;
Where fear and sin and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in !
Now, Father, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove all hardness from my heart,

All unbelief remove ;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.


10.- 7s M.

Jesus, pro me perforatus. 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee;

Let the water and the blood
From thy riven side which flowed
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its wrath and power.

2 Not the labors of


hands Can fulfil thy law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could


tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone.

3 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 thy fountain fly :
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 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.



1 NEARER, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee :
E’en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song would be,

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