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From this good hour, oh leave me nevermore;
The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er.
2 Abide in me; o'ershadow by Thy love
Each half-formed purpose and dark thought of sin;
And keep my soul as Thine, calm and divine.
3 As some rare perfume in a vase of clay,
Pervades it with a fragrance not its own,
All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown.
4 Abide in me: there have been moments blest,
When I have heard Thy voice and felt Thy power;
Owned the divine enchantment of the hour.
5 These were but seasons beautiful and rare ;
Abide in me, and they shall ever be ;
Come, and abide in me, and I in Thee.
Je • ru - sa-lem triumphs, Mes-si - ah is King. Mes-si - ah is King, Mes-si - ahis King.
The Son of the Highest, how lowly His birth;
He stoops to redeem thee, He reigns upon earth.
The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round;
How His people with joy everlasting are crowned.
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ;
One chorus resound through the earth and the skies.
4 Ye who pine in weary sadness,
Weep no more,
For the door
Where no cross,
Pain or loss,
As I hear,
Far and near,
[singing, Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Hark! a voice from yonder manger,
Soft and sweet,
[you need I will surely give you.” 3 Come, then, let us hasten yonder;
Here let all,
Great and small,
Hail the star
That from far
5 Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee !
Keep Thou me
Close to Thee,
Calm I rest
On Thy breast,
6 Heedfully my Lord I'll cherish,
Live to Thee,
And with Thee,
Far on high,
In the joy
998 I COME, O Thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with Thee; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare ; Thyself hast called me by my name ; Look on Thy hands and read it
there! But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou? Tell me Thy Name, and tell me now.
5 My prayer hath power with God; the
grace Unspeakable I now receive ; Through faith I see Thee face to face,
I see Thee face to face, and live ; In vain I have not wept and strove,
Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. 6 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend! Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end ; Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. 7 Contented now upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end, All helplessness, all weakness, I
On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move;
Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. 8 Lame as I am I take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'er
And as a bounding hart fly home,
3 Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am: Wrestling, I will not let Thee go Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.
4 Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquered by my instant prayer ! Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if Thy Name is Love!