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My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So read-y to a bate.

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J. BOOTH.

2 Thy words are true to me,
Let mine to thee be true-
The speech of my whole heart and soul-
However low and few.

867 Door in Spirit.—Ps. 40: 17. LORD Jesus, think on me,

And purge away my sin: From earth-born passions set me free, And make me pure within.

2 Lord Jesus, think on me,

With many a care opprest, Let me thy loving servant be,

And taste thy promised rest.

3 Lord Jesus, think on me,
Nor let me go astray;
Through darkness and perplexity
Point thou the heavenly way.

4 Lord Jesus, think on me,
That, when the flood is passed,
I may the eternal brightness see,
And share thy joy at last.

5 Lord Jesus, think on me,
That I may sing above
To Father, Spirit, and to thee,
The song of praise and love.

A. W. Chatfield, tr.

U. C. BURNAP.

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3 True words of grief for sin,
Of longing to be free,
Of groaning for deliverance,
And likeness, Lord, to thee.

4 True words of faith and hope,
Of godly joy and grief,
Lord, I believe, oh, hear my cry,
Help thou my unbelief.

Horatius Bonar.

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Re-joice, ye pure in heart! Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King!

GILDAS. S. M.

869 "Pure in Heart." REJOICE, ye pure in heart!

Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King!

2 Still lift your standard high!
Still march in firm array!
As warriors, through the darkness toil,
Till dawns the golden day!

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Mine eyes and my de-sire Are ev-er to the Lord;

Psalm 25.

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MINE eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.

2 Lord, turn to thee my soul;
Bring thy salvation near:
When will thy hand release my feet
From sin's destructive snare?

3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?

4 Oh, keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame!
For I have placed my holy trust
In my Redeemer's name.

5 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain.

Isaac Watts.

PETER ABELARD.

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3 At last the march shall end;
The wearied ones shall rest;
The pilgrims find their Father's house,
Jerusalem the blest.

4 Then on, ye pure in heart!

Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high. The cross of Christ your King!

Edward Hayes Plumptre.

Arr. fr. RoSSINI.

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Joy.
REJOICE in God alway;

When earth looks heavenly bright,
When joy makes glad the livelong day,
And peace shuts in the night.

2 Rejoice when care and woe
The fainting soul oppress;
When tears at wakeful midnight flow,
And morn brings heaviness.

3 Rejoice in hope and fear;

Rejoice in life and death;
Rejoice when threatening storms are near,
And comfort languisheth.

4 When should not they rejoice,
Whom Christ his brethren calls,
Who hear and know his guiding voice,
When on their heart it falls?

5 So, though our path is steep,
And many a tempest lowers,
Shall his own peace our spirits keep,
And Christ's dear love be ours.

John Moultrie.

GRATIA. S. M. D.

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! Let all with-in me join, And aid

bless his name, Whose favors are di - vine.

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Gratitude.-Ps. 103.

872 OH, bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favors are divine.

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

Forgotten in un thank - ful ness, And with-out prais-es

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873 Grateful Confidence.

I BLESS the Christ of God, I rest on love divine,

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And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call the Saviour mine.

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Bless-ed are the sons of God, They are bought with Christ's own blood;)
They are ransomed from the grave; Life e ter-nal they shall have: With them numbered may we be, Here, and in e-ter-ni- ty.

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C. MALAN.

2 Filled by thee my cup o'erflows, For thy love no limit knows: Guardian angels, ever nigh,

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Lead and draw my soul on high;
Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps wilt attend.

3 Jesus, with thy presence blest,
Death is life, and labor rest;
Guide me while I draw my breath,
Guard me through the gate of death;
And at last, oh, let me stand,
With the sheep at thy right hand.

Anon., 1865.

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REPOSE. 7s. 61.

Qui-et, Lord,my froward heart, Make me teach-able and mild, Upright, simple, free from art,

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Psalm 131.

QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weanéd child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases thee.
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,

Calmly to thy wisdom leave: 'Tis enough that thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,

Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

J. P. HOLBROOK, arr.

Make me as a wean-ed child: From distrust and en- vy free, Pleased with all that pleases thee.

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John Newton.

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Gratitude.

FOR the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our grateful psalm of praise.
2 For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night;
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,

Sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our grateful psalm of praise.

3 For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child;
Friends on earth, and friends above,
Pleasures pure and undefiled;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our grateful psalm of praise.

4 For thy church that evermore Lifts her holy hands above, Offering up on every shore

Her pure sacrifice of love; Lord of all, to thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise.

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Trust. SAVIOUR, happy would I be, If I could but trust in thee; Trust thy wisdom me to guide; Trust thy goodness to provide; Trust thy saving love and power; Trust thee every day and hour:2 Trust thee as the only light In the darkest hour of night; Trust in sickness, trust in health; Trust in poverty and wealth; Trust in joy and trust in grief; Trust thy promise for relief:

Folliott S. Pierpoint.

3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul;
Trust thy grace to make me whole;
Trust thee living, dying too;
Trust thee all my journey through;
Trust thee till my feet shall be
Planted on the crystal sea.

Edwin H. Nevin.

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