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78,6s. 81. I NEED Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My heart is dead within ;
Where I can always flee,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus,
For I am very poor ;,
I have no earthly store.
To cheer me on my way,
To be my strength and stay. 3 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus ;
I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to care for me.
To feel each anxious care,
And all my sorrows share.
4 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
And seated on Thy throne :
My joy shall ever be
8,6,8,8,6. DEAR Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive .our feverish ways;
In deeper rev'rence, praise.
Beside the Syrian sea,
Rise up and follow Thee.
3 O Sabbath rest by Galilee :
O calm of hills above !
Interpreted by love.
4 Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
The beauty of Thy peace.
5 Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm ;
J. G. Whittier.
I HUNGER and I thirst;
Jesus, my manna be :
Out of the rock for me.
2 Thou bruised and broken bread,
My life-long wants supply ;
Oh feed me, or I die !
Let me Thy sweetness prove ;
Refresh my soul with love.
Since first their course began;
Help me, Thou Son of Man.
My thirsting soul before ;
J. S. B. Monsell.
Son of God, to Thee I cry :
Manifest Thyself to me.
By Thy bitter agony,
Manifest Thyself to me.
By Thy glorious majesty,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
4 Lord of glory, God most high,
Man exalted to the sky,
Thy better portion trace ;
Toward heav'n, thy native place :
Time shall soon this earth remove ;
To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course ;
Both speed them to their source :
Pants to view His glorious face,
To rest in His embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize ;
Triumphant in the skies :
Happy entrance will be given,
P. M. 8,7,8,7,3. LORD, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou are scatt'ring full and free, Show’rs the thirsty land refreshing ;
Let some portion fall on me, even me ! 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father,
Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy light on me, even me ! 3 Pass me not, o tender Saviour,
Let me love and cling to Thee; I am longing for Thy favor ; Whilst Thou’rt calling, oh call me, even
me ! 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit,
Thou canst make the blind to see ; Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me, even me! 5 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of Christ, so rich and free, Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me, even me ! 6 Pass me not! this lost one bringing,
'T is but one more, Lord, for Thee ; All my heart to Thee is springing ; Blessing others, oh bless me, even me!
Mrs. E. Codner. 501
L. M. 61. JESUS, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare; Oh, knit my thankful heart to Thee
And reign without a rival there. Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am, Be Thou alone my constant flame.