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4 The kingdom of established peace,

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

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

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.

MILMAN.

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.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

7.-L.M.

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.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

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.

PRATT'S COLLECTION.

9.-C.M.

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.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

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

my

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

my

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.

TOPLADY.

11.-P.M.

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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