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78,6s. 81. I NEED Thee, precious Jesus,

For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,

My heart is dead within ;
I need the cleansing fountain

Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,

The sinner's perfect plea.

2 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus,

For I am very poor ;,
A stranger and a pilgrim,

I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus

To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,

To be my strength and stay. 3 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus ;

I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,

A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus

To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trial,

And all my sorrows share.

4 I need Thee, blessèd Jesus,

And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow

And seated on Thy throne :
There, with Thy blood-bought children,

My joy shall ever be
To_sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.

F. Whitfield.


8,6,8,8,6. DEAR Lord and Father of mankind,

Forgive .our feverish ways;
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind ;
In purer lives Thy service find,

In deeper rev'rence, praise.
2 In simple trust like theirs who heard,

Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,

Rise up and follow Thee.


3 O Sabbath rest by Galilee :

O calm of hills above !
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,

Interpreted by love.

4 Drop Thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.

5 Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and Thy balm ;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire ;
Speak thro' the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still small voice of calm !

J. G. Whittier.



I HUNGER and I thirst;

Jesus, my manna be :
Ye living waters, burst

Out of the rock for me.

2 Thou bruised and broken bread,

My life-long wants supply ;
As living souls are fed,

Oh feed me, or I die !
3 Thou true life-giving vine,

Let me Thy sweetness prove ;
Renew my life with Thine,

Refresh my soul with love.
4 Rough paths my feet have trod,

Since first their course began;
Feed me, Thou bread of God;

Help me, Thou Son of Man.
5 For still the desert lies

My thirsting soul before ;
O living waters, rise
Within me evermore !

J. S. B. Monsell.

7. 61.


Son of God, to Thee I cry :
By the holy mystery
Of Thy dwelling here on earth,
By Thy pure and holy birth,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,

Manifest Thyself to me.
2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry :

By Thy bitter agony,
By Thy pangs to us unknown,
By Thy spirit's parting groan,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,

Manifest Thyself to me.
3 Prince of life, to Thee I cry :

By Thy glorious majesty,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,

Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

4 Lord of glory, God most high,

Man exalted to the sky,
With Thy love my bosom fill,
Prompt me to perform Thy will ;
Then Thy glory I shall see,
Thou wilt bring me home to Thee.

R. Mant.

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RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace ;
Rise from transitory things,

Toward heav'n, thy native place :
Sun and moon and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove ;
Rise, my soul, and haste away,

To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ;
Fire ascending seeks the sun ;

Both speed them to their source :
So my soul, derived from God,

Pants to view His glorious face,
Forward tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize ;
Soon our Saviour will return,

Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, and you know

Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.

R. Seagrave.


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.

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