Christ a sufficient Saviour. 1. THOU, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I

am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.
2 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.

2. Thee their guide and guard they own;
Thee they love, and thee alone;
Thee they follow day by day,
Fearful lest their feet should stray.

3. Lord, thy helpless sheep behold;
Gather all unto thy fold;

Gently lead the wanderers home;
Watch them, lest again they roam.

4. Bring thy sheep, now far astray,
Lost in Satan's evil way;

Then, the fold and Shepherd one,
We shall praise thee round the throne.

330.

"For to me to live is Christ."
PHIL. i: 21.

1. CHRIST, of all my hopes the Ground,
Christ, the Spring of all my joy,
Still in thee let me be found,
Still for thee my powers employ.

2. Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
Freely from thy fullness give;
Till I close my earthly race,

Be it "Christ for me to live." 3. When I touch the blesséd shore,

Back the closing waves shall roll; Death's dark stream shall never more Part from thee my ravished soul. 4. Thus, oh, thus an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky! Having known it "Christ to live," Let me know it "gain to die."

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DR. MALAN.

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331. 1. CAST thy burden on the Lord; Lean thou only on his word: Ever will he be thy stay, Though the heavens shall melt away.

"Cast thy burden upon the Lord."
PSALM IV.

2 Ever in the raging storm,

Thou shalt see his cheering form,
Hear his pledge of coming aid:
"It is I, be not afraid."

3. Cast thy burden at his feet;
Linger near his mercy-seat:
He will lead thee by the hand
Gently to the better land.

4. He will gird thee by his power,
In thy weary fainting hour;
Lean, then, loving, on his word;
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

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lone;

known. sight.

DO.

334.

1. HOLY Father, thou hast taught me

I should live to thee alone;

Year by year thy hand hath brought me
On through dangers oft unknown.
When I wandered, thou hast found me;
When I doubted, sent me light,
Still thine arm has been around me,
All my paths were in thy sight.
2 In the world will foes assail me,

Craftier, stronger far than I;
And the strife may never fail me,
Well I know, before I die.
Therefore, Lord, I come believing

Thou canst give the power I need; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength, the Spirit's strength, indeed. 8. I would trust in thy protection,

Wholly rest upon thine arm;
Follow wholly thy direction,
Thou, mine only guard from harm!
Keep me from my own undoing,

Help me turn to thee when tried,
Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,
Keep me ever at thy side!

335. All vain, without God's Blessing.

PSALM CXXvii.

1. VAINLY through night's weary hours, Keep we watch, lest foes alarm; Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, But for God's protecting arm.

2. Vain were all our toil and labor, Did not God that labor bless;

1. TAKE me, O my Father, take me!

Take me, save me through thy Son;
That which thou wouldst have me, make
Let thy will in me be done. [me,
2. Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying-
Take me to thy love, my God!
3. Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, O Father, falling,
To thy household take me in.
4. Freely to thee now I proffer

This relenting heart of mine;
Freely life and soul I offer,-

Gift unworthy love like thino.
5. Father, take me! all forgiving,
Fold me to thy loving breast;
In thy love forever living,
I must be forever blest.

For the fifth verse begin at the Trio.

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German Air.

FINE.

BAVARIA. 88 & 78.

Hail, my ever bless-ed

mira- cle of grace!

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"I am a miracle of grace."

1. HAIL, my ever blessed Jesus! Only thee I wish to sing;

To

my soul thy name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest and King:
Oh, what mercy flows from heaven!
Oh, what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace!

2. Once with Adam's race in ruin,

Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour passed that way:
Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness:
Love I much? I've much forgiven—
I'm a miracle of grace!

3. Shout, ye bright angelic choir!

Praise the Lamb enthroned above! While, astonished, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love: That blest moment I received him

Filled my soul with joy and peace: Love I much? I've much forgivenI'm a miracle of grace!

Think what Spirit dwells within thee
Think what Father's smiles are thine
Think that Jesus died to win thee:

Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 2. Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day before thee

God's own hand shall guide thee there Soon shall close thine earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 339.

1. JESUS, full of all compassion,

Hear thine humble suppliant's cry: Let me know thy great salvation; See! I languish, faint, and die. Guilty, but with heart relenting, Overwhelmed with helpless grief, Prostrate at thy feet repenting― Send, oh, send me quick relief! 2. Whither should a wretch be flying, But to him who comfort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying, But to him who ever lives? While I view thee, wounded, grieving, Breathless on the cursed tree, Fain I'd feel my heart believing

Thou didst suffer thus for me.

2. A CLOUD of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3. 'Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,-

4. That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new luster boast,

When victor's wreaths and monarch's gems

Shall blend in common dust.

5. Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun;

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.

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"Am I a soldier of the Cross?" 1. AM I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2. Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3. Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4. Sure I must fight, if I would reign:
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by the word.

5. Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6. When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thine armies shine

In robos of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

342.

"I'm not ashamed to own my Lord."
2 TIM. i; 12.

1. I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2. Jesus, my God!-I know his name-
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3. Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4. Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face,

And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.