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HYMN XLI. 7s. 1 JESUS, Refuge of my soul, - To thy shelt'ring arms I fly,

While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high. 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is paşt:
Safe into the haven guide:

O receive my soul at last!
3 All my trust on Thee is ştay'd,

All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.

HYMN XLII. C. M. 1 WHEN we can view our prospect clear

To mansions in the skies,
We bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And dry our weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against our souls engage,

And fiery darts be hurld,
We then can smile at all their rage,”

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May we but safely reach our home,

Our God! our Heaven! our All!

4 There shall we stay our weary souls

In scenes of changeless rest;
Where not a wave of trouble rolls

Across the peaceful breast.

HYMN XLIII. c. M.
1 ETERNAL. God! we look to Thee;

To Thee for help we fly: ..
Thine eye alone our wants can see,

Thy hand alone supply. , , 2 From path to path we roam for rest,

But all our search is vain; ..
We seek for life among the dead,

For joy, where sorrows reign... , ? 3 Alas! by passion's force subdued,

Too oft with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,

And choose the specious ill. 4 Not what we wish, but what we want,

Oh! let thy grace supply:
The good, unask’d, in mercy grant;

The ill, though ask’d, deny.

HYMN XLIV. C. M.
1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love!

How rich thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,

Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth

The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,

And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was

The plants in beauty grew ; [thine;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,

And mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above

Matur'd the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;

Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time, nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

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HYMN XLV. P. M.
1 Blow'ye the trumpet, blow

The gladly solemn sound !
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,

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The year of Jubilee is come; .
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood

Through ev'ry land proclaim:
The year of Jubilee, &c.

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Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad!
The year of Jubilee, &c.

HYMN XLVI. C. M.
I AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name,

Whose mercies never fail;
Who opens wide a door of hope

In Achor's gloomy vale

2 Behold the portal wide display'd,

The buildings strong and fair ; Within are pastures fresh and green,

And living streams are there.
3 Enter my soul, with cheerful haste,

For Jesus is the door; ; .
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar. i ii

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4 O may thy grace the nations lead, · And Jews and Gentiles come, All travelling through one beauteous gate To one eternal home.

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HYMN XLVII. 7s.
1 Rock of ages! cleft for me, .

Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears for ever flow,

Should my zeal no langour know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone; ..
In my hand no price I bring,

Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eye-lids close in death, ..
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

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HYMN XLVIII.' . C. M.
1 Jesus, Thou “Man of sorrows,” born

To suff'ring here below,

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