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Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.-1 Sam. vii. 12.

mf 547 COME, Thou fount of every dim Jesus sought me when a stranger,

blessing,

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace: Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some celestial measure, Sung by ransomed hosts above; O! the vast, the boundless treasure Of my Lord's unchanging love.

2 Here I raise mine Ebenezer; Hither, by Thy help, I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.

Wandering from the fold of God; cr He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood. mf30! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be: Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. dim Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love; cr Take my heart, Q take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above.

Amen. ROBERT ROBINSON.

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3 For in Thy sight, who every bosom mf 4 Father and Saviour, plant within

viewest,

[our truest;

Cold are our warmest vows, and vain

Thoughts of a hurrying hour-our

lips repeat them

Our hearts forget them.

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The seeds of holiness, and bid them In fragrance, and in beauty bright

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Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold.-Job xix. 27.

P 549 MY life's a shade, my days
Apace to death decline;
cr My Lord is life, He'll raise
My dust again, even mine.
mf Sweet truth to me! I shall arise,
And with these eyes My Saviour see.

2 My Lord, His angels shall
Their golden trumpets sound,
At whose most welcome call
My grave shall be unbound.
Sweet truth to me, &c.

p 3 I said, sometimes with tears,
"Ah, me! I'm loath to die!".
Lord, silence Thou these fears;
My life's with Thee on high.
mf Sweet truth to me, &c.

4 Then welcome, harmless grave!
By Thee to heaven I'll go;
My Lord, His death shall save
Me from undying woe..

cr Sweet truth to me, &c. Amen.
SAMUEL CROSSMAN, 1624-1683.

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mf 551 FOR the peace which floweth mf 4 "A little while," the earthen pitcher

as a river,

Making life's desert places bloom and

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To wayside brooks, from far-off foun

tains fed;

Then the cool lip its thirst for ever

slaking [head. Beside the fulness of the Fountain

p 2 "A little while," for patient vigil- mf 5 "A little while," to keep the oil from

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p 3 "A little while," to wear the weeds of mf 6 And He who is Himself the Gift and

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Giver[smile, The future glory and the present cr With the bright promise of the glad

"for ever,"

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