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4 O may my soul on Thee repose ;

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,

To serve my God when I awake.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

20g ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt,

A My death, was all my own: C. M. All that I am, I owe to Thee,

My gracious God, alone.
2 The evil of my former state

Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice

Is Thine, and only Thine.
3 The darkness of my former state,

The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty is Thine.
4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin,

It taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live.
5 All that I am, even here on earth,

All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,

I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

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ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,
A The budding fig-tree droop and die,

No oil the olive yield;
Yet will I trust me in my God,
Yea, bend rejoicing to His rod,

And by His grace be healed.

5 Thou on my head in early youth didst

smile, And though rebellious and perverse mean

while, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. 6 I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's

power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with

me.
✓ I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy

victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
8 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing

eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to

the skies : Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain

shadows flee; In life and death, O Lord, abide with me.

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ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night.

A For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,

Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed ;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O may my soul on Thee repose;

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,

To serve my God when I awake.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

209 ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt.

A My death, was all my own: C.M. All that I am, I owe to Thee,

My gracious God, alone.
2 The evil of my former state

Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice

Is Thine, and only Thine.
3 The darkness of my former state,

The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty is Thine.
4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin,

It taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live.
5 All that I am, even here on earth,

All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,

I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

200 ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,

A The budding fig-tree droop and die, 8,8,6, No oil the olive yield; 8,8,6. Yet will I trust me in my God,

Yea, bend rejoicing to His rod,

And by His grace be healed.

2 Though fields, in verdure once arrayed,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid,

Or parched by scorching beam;
Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though His frown is just,

His mercy is supreme.
3 Though from the fold the flock decay,
Though herds lie famished o'er the lea,

And round the empty stall;
My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies;

There God is all in all.
4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope, and calmly rest,

Nay, triumph in His love;
My lingering soul, my tardy feet,
Free as the hind He makes, and fleet,

To speed my course above.

NGELS holy, high and lowly, DIU A Sing the praises of the Lord ; 8,7,8, Earth and sky, all living nature, 8,7. Man, the stamp of thy Creator,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord.
2 Sun and moon bright, night and noonlight,

Starry temples, azure-floored,
Cloud and rain, and wild winds' madness,
Sons of God that shout for gladness,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord.
3 Ocean hoary, tell His glory,

Cliffs, where tumbling seas have roared;
Pulse of waters, blithely beating,
Wave advancing, wave retreating,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord.
4 Rock and highland, wood and island,

Crag, where eagle's pride hath soared, Mighty mountains, purple-breasted, Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord.

5 Rolling river, praise Him ever,

From the mountain's deep vein poured,
Silver fountain, clearly gushing,
Troubled torrent, madly rushing,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord.
6 Bond and free man, land and sea man,

Earth, with peoples widely stored,
Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample,
Full-voiced choir in costly temple,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord.
7 Praise Him ever, bounteous Giver ;

Praise Him, Father, Friend, and Lord; Each glad soul, its free course winging, Each glad voice, its free song singing,

Praise the great and mighty Lord.

ART thou weary, art thou languid ?

A Art thou sore distrest? 8,5,8,3. “Come to me,” saith One, “and coming,

Be at rest."
2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him,

If He be my Guide ?
“In His feet and hands are wound-prints,

And His side."
3 Is there diadem, as Monarch.

That His brow adorns ?
“Yea, a crown, in very surety,

But of thorns."
4. If I find Him, if I follow,

What His guerdon here?
“Many a sorrow, many a labour,

Many a tear.”
5 If I still hold closely to Him,

What hath He at last?
“Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,

Jordan past.”
6 If I ask Him to receive me,

Will He say me nay?
“Not till earth, and not till heaven

Pass away."

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