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Can my God His wrath for-bear? Me, the chief of sin-ners, spare? A - MEN.

2 I have long withstood His grace;

Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls;

Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled His relentings are;

Me He now delights to spare;

Cries, How shall I give thee up?

Lets the lifted thunder drop!
4 There for me the Saviour stands;

Shows His wounds and spreads His hands!
God is love! I know, I feel:
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

Charles Wesley.

218 Boylston. S. M.



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1. Not

all the blood

of beasts, On Jew - ish


Could give the guilt - y conscience peace, Or wash a - way the stain. A - MEN.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins awayA sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine,

While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin.
4 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice.

And sing His bleeding lova.

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220 Tune:— BOYLSTON. S. M. No. 218. 1 And can I yet delay

I sink, by dying love compelled,
My little all to give?-

And own Thee Conqueror.
To tear my soul from earth away,
And Jesus to receive?

3 Though late, I all forsake;

My friends, my all, resign; 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield!

Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, I can hold out no more:

And seal me ever Thine.

Charles Wesley.

221 Toplady. 7s. 61.



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2 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. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring;

Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;

222 Pilot. 7s. 61.

1. Je - sus, Sav - iour, pi - lot me Os - ver life's tem-pest-uous sea; D. C.-Chart and com - pass came from Thee: Je-sus, Sav - iour, pi - lot me.

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Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain ily;

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.

Augustus M. Toplady.
John E. GOULD.


D. C.

Unknown waves before me roll, Hid-ing rock, and treach'rous shoal; A-MEN.

2 As a mother stills her child,

Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will
When Thou say'st to them "Be stilll”
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

3 When at last I near the shore,

And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
Fear not, I will pilot thee!”

Edward Hopper.

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1. Je-sus! Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the bil-lows near me

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storm of life is past; Safe in-to the ha-ven guide; O receive my soul at last! A -MEN.

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The fel - low-ship of kin - dred minds Is like to that a-bove. A - MEN.

2 Before our Father's throne

And often for each other flows We pour our ardent prayers;

The sympathizing tear. Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 4 When we asunder part, Our comforts and our cares.

It gives us inward pain; 3 We share our mutual woes,

But we shall still be joined in heart, Our mutual burdens bear;

And hope to meet again.

John Fawcett. 226 Raphael. S. M.


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Life's thankless toil and scant repose, Death's ag : 0-nies and fears.


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2 In all things like Thy brethren Thou

Wast made, yet free from sin; Yet how unlike to us, O Lord;

Replies the voice within. 3 O Son of God, in glory raised,

Thou sittest on Thy throne:

There by Thy pleadings and Thy grace

Still succoring Thine own.
4 Brother and Saviour, Friend and Judge,

To Thee, O Christ, be given,
To bind upon Thy crown the names
Elect in earth and heaven.

Joseph Anstice.

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