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I believe TL 4 Last posted,

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For me a blood-bought, fee wow and,

A golden harp 2›ra

AOCK of Agos, d ́it for me,

Let me hide myself in The!

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven so which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to the Cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyelids close in death,

When I soar through tracts unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne;

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee!

AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY.

JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL.

ESUS, 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 is 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 defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing!

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!