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Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past!
Safe into the haven guide;

Oh, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, oh leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me :
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found-
Grace to cover all my sin :

Let the healing streams abound;
Make me, keep me, pure within.
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Pass Me Not.

"He cried......Thou Son of David, have mercy on me.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 63.

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ASS me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;

While on others Thou art calling,

Do not pass me by.

Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry,

"-LUKE xviii. 39.

And while others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.

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2 Let me at a throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;

Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.

3 Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;

Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

4 Thou the spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,

Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heaven but Thee?

Come, Every Soul.

"Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters.”—ISAIAH lv. 1.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 64.

COME, every soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;

And He will surely give you rest,
By trusting in His word.

Only trust Him! only trust Him! only trust Him now!

He will save you! He will save you! He will save you now!

2 For Jesus shed His precious blood

Rich blessings to bestow;

Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.

3 Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him without delay,
And you are fully blest.

4 Come then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,

To dwell in that celestial land
Where joys immortal flow.

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Consecration.

"Happy is that people whose God is the Lord."-PSALM cxliv. 15. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 65.

HAPPY day, that fixed my choice,

On Thee, my Saviour, and my God!

Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away;
He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day.
Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away.
2 'Tis done, the great transaction's done―
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

3 Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Nor ever from thy Lord depart,
With Him of every good possessed.

4 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

Work.

"The night cometh, when no man can work."-JOHN ix. 4.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 66.

WORK, for the night is coming!

Work, through the morning hours;

Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work, 'mid springing flowers:
Work, when the day grows brighter,

Work, in the glowing sun;

Work, for the night is coming,

When mau's work is done.

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2 Work, for the night is coming;
Work, through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labour,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work, till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more:
Work, while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.

The Beautiful Land.

"I go to prepare a place for you."-JOHN xiv. 2.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 67.

'HERE'S a beautiful land on high,

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To its glories I fain would fly;

When by sorrow pressed down, I long for my crown
In that beautiful land on high.

In that beautiful land I'll be

From earth and its cares set free;
My Jesus is there, He's gone to prepare
A place in that land for me.

There's a beautiful land on high,
And my kindred its bliss enjoy,

Methinks I now see how they're waiting for me,
In that beautiful land on high.

There's a beautiful land on high,

And though here I oft weep and sigh,
My Jesus hath said that no tears shall be shed
In that beautiful land on high.

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There's a beautiful land on high,

Where we never shall say "Good-bye;"
When over the river we're happy for ever
In that beautiful land on high.

The Shining River.

"A pure river of water of life, clear as crystal."-REV. xxii. 1.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 68.

HALL we gather at the river

SHALL

Where bright angel feet have trod;

With its crystal tide for ever

Flowing by the throne of God?

Yes, we'll gather at the river,

The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God.

2 On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.

3 Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

4 At the shining of the river,

Mirror of the Saviour's face,
Saints whom death will never sever,
Raise their songs of saving grace.

5 Soon we'll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

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