MYERS. 7s. Double. 1000 I JESUS, lover of my soul, Till the storm of life be past ; Oh receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Still support and comfort me! All my help from Thee I bring; With the shadow of Thy wing! 3 Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall! Lo! on Thee I cast my care! Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive; 4 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; I am all unrighteousness; Thou art full of truth and grace. 5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within! Freely let me take of Thee; I GUIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah, Whence the living waters flow; Lead me all my journey through. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna Be my Sword, and Shield, and Banner, 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, PPO F HAGEMAN. 8,6,8,8,6,4. 1004 I NOTHING but leaves! the Spirit grieves O'er sin committed while conscience slept, Hatred, battle, and strife; 2 Nothing but leaves! no garnered sheaves Words, idle words, for earnest deeds; 3 Nothing but leaves! memory weaves As we retrace our weary way, Nothing but leaves. 4 And shall we meet the Master so, |