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Christian! never tremble;

Never be downcast;
Gird thee for the battle,

Watch and pray and fast.

3 Christian! dost thou hear them,
How they speak thee fair?
"Always fast and vigil?

Always watch and prayer?"
Christian! answer boldly:
"While I breathe I pray!"
Peace shall follow battle,
Night shall end in day.

4 "Well I know thy trouble,
O My servant true;

Thou art very weary,
I was weary too;

But that toil shall make thee
Some day all Mine own,

And the end of sorrow

Shall be near My throne.'

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7EARY of earth, and laden with my sin, I look at heaven and long to enter in : But there no evil thing may find a home: And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."

2 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.

3 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."

4 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.

5 "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.

6 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.

7 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.

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WEARY of wandering from my God,

And now made willing to return,

I hear and bow me to the rod;

For Thee, not without hope, I mourn:

I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.

2 O Jesu, full of pardoning grace,

More full of grace than I of sin ;
Yet once again I seek Thy face:

Open Thine arms and take me in ;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

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3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore;

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Oh, for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:
The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer.

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THOU, the contrite sinners' friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with sorrow, pain, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,

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Pleading in heaven for me.

JESU, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tost,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.

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2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die;
An outcast, take me home.

3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms ;
There death itself is gain.

4 And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glory see,

Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy Book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin :
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

5 Oh, may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song:

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

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ITH broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry :
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.

2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed;
Christ and His cross my only plea :
O God, be merciful to me.

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;

To Calvary alone I flee:

O God, be merciful to me.

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.

L. M.

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ORD, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere the time shall pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.

2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that day of doom appears.
3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it close for evermore.

P. M.