HYMNS.

ABIDE with me: fast falls the eventide ;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away,
Change and decay in all around I see ;

O Thou Who changest not, abide with me.

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, Lord, 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 vic-
tory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

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, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

TEARY of earth, and laden with my sin,

But there no evil thing may find a home:
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."

So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?

Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me

near.

The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,

"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone,

And set me faultless there before the throne.

'Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild,
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.

O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.

Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden
crown;

Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.

ESU, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;

Safe into the haven guide,

Oh, receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! 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 defenseless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cleanse from every sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and 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.

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OOCK of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,
From Thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath, and make me pure.

Should my tears forever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

ART thou weary, art thou languid,

Art thou sore distrest?

"Come to Me," saith One, "and coming, Be at rest."

Hath He marks to lead me to Him,

If He be my guide?

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side."