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8,7,8,7,4,7. GUIDE me, 0 Thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim thro’ this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty ;
Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand :

Bread of heaven,
Feed me now and evermore.

2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through :

Strong deliverer,
Be Thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Death of deaths and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side :

Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.

W. Williams. 531

8s, 7s. CALL Jehovah thy salvation,

Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade ;, In His secret habitation

Dwell, and never be dismayed. 2 There no tumult can alarm thee,

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare :
Guile nor violence can harm thee,

In eternal safeguard there.

3 Since, with pure and firm affection

Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of His protection

He will shield thee from above.

4 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble,

He will hearken, He will save ;
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.

J. Montgomery.

8s, 7s.

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The King of love my Shepherd is,

Whose goodness faileth never :
I nothing lack if I am His

And He is mine forever.

2 Where streams of living water flow

My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,

With food celestial feedeth.

3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,

But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,

And home, rejoicing, brought me.

4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill

With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,

Thy cross before to guide me.

5 Thou spread'st a table in my sight;

Thy unction grace bestoweth ;
And oh, what transport of delight

From Thy pure chalice floweth ! 6 And so through all the length of days,

Thy goodness faileth never :
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise

Within Thy house for ever.

H. W. Baker.

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8s, 7s. 61. LEAD us, heav'nly Father, lead us

O'er the world's tempestuous sea ;
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,

For we have no help but Thee :
Yet possessing every blessing,

If our God our Father be.

2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ;

All our weakness Thou dost know;
Thou didst tread this earth before us,

Thou didst feel its keenest woe ;
Lone and dreary, faint and weary,

Through the desert Thou didst go. 3 Spirit of our God, descending,

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ;
Love with every passion blending,

Pleasure that can never cloy :
Thus provided, pardoned, guided,
Nothing can our peace destroy.

J. Edmeston.

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8s, 6s. 81. I BOW my forehead to the dust,

I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self distrust,

A prayer without a claim.
No off'ring of mine own I have,

Nor works my faith to prove ;
I can but give the gifts He gave,

And plead his love for love.

2 I dimly guess, from blessings known,

Of greater out of sight :
And, with the chastened Psalmist, own

His judgments too are right.

And if my heart and flesh are weak

To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,

But strengthen and sustain.
3 I know not what the future hath

Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death

His mercy underlies.
And so beside the silent sea

I wait the muffled oar ;
No harm from Him can come to me

On ocean or on shore.
4 I know not where His islands lift

Their fronded palms in air ;
I only know I cannot drift

Beyond His love and care.
And Thou, O Lord, by whom are seen

Thy creatures as they be,
Forgive me if too close I lean
My human heart on Thee.

J. G. Whittier.

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L. M. God is the refuge of His saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold Him present with His aid. 2 Let the mountains from their seats be

hurled Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world

Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ;

In sacred peace our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore,

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God, Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,

And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, Thine Holy word,

Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace Thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on His truth, and armed with power.

1. Watts.

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L. M. FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, What need I, that is not in Thee ? Full pardon, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away.

2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear?

'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near ; And I with dread of justice tried ? 'T is sweet to know that Christ hath died.

3 In life, Thy promises of aid

Forbid my heart to be afraid ;
In death, peace gently veils the eyes ;
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.

4 O all-sufficient Saviour, be

This all-sufficiency to me;
Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm.

J. Edmeston.

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