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255 Retreat. L. M.


1. From ev'ry storm-y wind that blows, From ev'ry swell-ing tide of woes,

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There is a calm, a sure retreat-'Tis found beneath the mercy - seat. A-MEN.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place, than all besides, more sweet-
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a scene, where spirts blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.


2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds with-
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, [draw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.


1 What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer As that which calls me to Thy feet,
But wishes to be often there?
The calm and holy hour of prayer?

4 Have you no words? ah! think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill a fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
William Cowper.

4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

50 let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget Thy mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowell.


1 My God, is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,

2 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude,

With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.

3 No words can tell what sweet relief

There for my every want I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,

What deep and cheerful peace of mind!

4 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In faithful, filial prayer to Thee.
Charlotte Elliott.

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1. (Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; D. C.-Praise the mount; I'm fixed up-on it; Mount of Thy re-deem-ing love.


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2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
Samuel Stennett.


D. C.


Teach me some me-lo-dious sonnet, Sung by flam-ing tongues a-bove: A - MEN.

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262 Raynolds. 11s, 10s.

1. We would see Je-sus-for the shadows lengthen Across this lit-tle landscape of our life;

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We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen, For the last weariness-the final strife. AMEN.


2 We would see Jesus-the great Rock Foundation,
Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace;
Not life, nor death, with all their agitation,
Can thence remove us, if we see His face.

263 Olmutz. S. M.

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3 We would see Jesus-other lights are paling,

Which for long years we have rejoiced to see:
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing,

We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.
4 We would see Jesus-this is all we're needing,

Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;
We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading,
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!


1. Grace! 'tis a charm-ing sound! Har mo- nious to mine ear!

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2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.


Anna B. Warner.


Heav'n with the echo shall re-sound, And all the earth shall hear. A-MEN.

3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Philip Doddridge.

264 Portuguese Hymn. 11s.


1. How firm a foun-da-tion, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His


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excellent word! What more can He say, than to you He hath said,-To you, who for


ref-uge to Je-sus have fled? To you, who for ref-uge to Je-sus have fled? A-MEN.


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