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God of pity,God of grace,)

When we humbly seek Thy face, Bend from heav'n, Thy dwelling-place; Hear, forgive and save.

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GOD of pity, God of grace,
When we humbly seek Thy face,
Bend from heaven, Thy dwelling place;
Hear, forgive and save.

2 When we in Thy temple meet,
Spread our wants before Thy feet,
Pleading at the mercy-seat;

Look from heaven and save.

3 When Thy love our hearts shall fill, And we long to do Thy will, Turning to Thy holy hill:

Lord, accept and save.

4 Should we wander from Thy fold, And our love to Thee grow cold, With a pitying eye behold;

Lord, forgive and save.

5 Should the hand of sorrow press, Earthly care and want distress, May our souls Thy peace possess;

Jesus, hear and save.

6 And whate'er our cry may be, When we lift our hearts to Thee, From our burden set us free:

Hear, forgive and save.

Eliza Fanny Morris 1858

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C. E. KETTLE

KENILWORTH 8s, 75, 4.

Guide me,O Thou great Jehovah, Pil-grim thro' this barren land; I am weak,but Thou art mighty,

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Hold me with Thy powerful hand: Bread of heav- en, Feed me till

I want no more.

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Guide me,O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak but Thou art mighty,

Hold me with Thy powerful hand, Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.

AUSTRIA 8s, 7s, D.

F. J. HAYDN

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GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode. On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 2 See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove: SHIRLAND

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S. M.

Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near: Thus deriving from their banner

Light by night, and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the Manna Which He gives them when they pray. John Newton 1779

S. STANLEY

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I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode,

The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood.

2 I love Thy Church, O God:

Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;

To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, Thou friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

Timothy Dwight 180c

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PRAISE the Rock of our salvation,

Laud His name from zone to zone; On that Rock the Church is builded, Christ Himself the Corner-Stone; Vain against our rock-built Zion

Winds, and waters, fire and hail; Christ is in her midst; against her Sin and hell shall not prevail. 2 Framed of living stones, cemented By the Spirit's unity, Based on prophets and apostles,

Firm in faith, and stayed on Thee, May Thy Church, O Lord incarnate, Grow in grace, in peace, in love; Emblem of the heavenly Zion,

The Jerusalem above.

3 Stands four-square that heavenly city; Paved with gold like crystal bright; Gates of pearl, and walls of jasper, Emerald and chrysolite;

Broad and lofty tower its ramparts;

At its gates twelve angels stand; On its walls twelve names are graven, Of the apostles' chosen band. 4 Where Thou reignest, King of glory, Throned in everlasting light, 'Midst Thy saints, no more is needed

Sun by day, nor moon by night: Soon may we those portals enter, When this earthly strife is o'er, There to dwell with saints and angels In Thy presence evermore.

Benjamin Webb 1871

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