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Oh, make me Thine for ever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to Thee. 4 Be near when I am dying; Oh, show Thy cross to me! And to my succor flying,

Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes new faith receiving,

From Thine eyes shall not move; For he who dies believing

Dies safely through Thy love.

HYMN 232. II. 4.

THE atoning work is done,

The Victim's blood is shed,
And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead ;

He stands in heaven their great High Priest,
And bears their names upon His breast.

2 He sprinkles with His blood

The mercy-seat above;
For justice had withstood

The purposes of love;

But justice now withstands no more,
And mercy yields her boundless store.

3 No temple made with hands,
His place of service is;
In heaven itself He stands;

A Heavenly Priesthood His.

In Him the shadows of the law
Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.

4 And though awhile He be

Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see

Their great High Priest again;
In brightest glory he will come,
And take His waiting people home.

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3 But the pains which He endured Our salvation have procured; Now above the sky He's King, Where the angels ever sing,

Hallelujah!

ASCENSION.

HYMN 234. III. 1.

AIL the day that sees Him rise,

H Glorious, to His native skies

Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the highest heaven.

2 There for Him high triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Conqueror over death and sin,
Take the King of glory in.

3 Lo, the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet He loves the earth IIe leaves:
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.

4 Still for us He intercedes,

His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Great forerunner of our race.

5 Lord, though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise
Following Thee beyond the skies.

6 Master (will we ever say),
Taken from our head to-day,
See Thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to Thee.

HYMN 235. L. M.
HERE high the heavenly temple
stands,

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The house of God not made with hands,
A great High-Priest our nature wears,
The guardian of mankind appears.

2 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends to earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
3 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling for our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His agonies, and cries.
4 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes in our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

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5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

WHITSUNDAY.

HYMN 236. L. M.

YREATOR Spirit, by whose aid

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The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every waiting mind;
Come, pour Thy joys on human kind.

2 Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and Thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us while we sing.

30 Source of uncreated light,

The Father's promised Paraclete !
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy Thee!
4 Our frailties help, our vice control,
Subdue the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay Thy hand and hold them down.

5 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

6 Make us eternal truths receive,
And practice all that we believe;
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by Thee.

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HYMN 240. P. M.

HOU, whose Almighty word

THOU

Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight!
Hear us, we humbly pray.
And where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light!

2 Thou who didst come to bring

On Thy redeeming wing
Healing and sight,
Health to the sick in mind,
Light to the spirit-blind,
Oh, now to all mankind
Let there be light!

3 Spirit of Truth and Love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight!
Move on the water's face,
Spreading the beams of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!

4 Blessed and Holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Grace, Love, and Light!

Through the world, far and wide,
Boundless as ocean's tide

Rolling in fullest pride,
Let there be light!

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HYMN 241. L. M.

GREAT God, as seasons disappear,

And changes mark the rolling year,
As time with rapid pinions flies,
May every season make us wise.

2 Long has Thy favor crowned our days,
And summer shed again its rays;
No deadly cloud our sky has veiled;
No blasting winds our path assailed.

3 Our harvest months have o'er us rolled, And filled our fields with waving gold; Our tables spread, our garners stored! Where are our hearts to praise the Lord? 4 The solemn harvest comes apace,

The closing day of life and grace;
Time of decision, awful hour!
Around it let no tempests lower!

5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Then shall our happy souls above
Reap the full harvest of Thy love!

HYMN 242. II. 4.

BEFORE the Lord we bow,

The God who reigns above, And rules the world below, Boundless in power and love. Our thanks we bring

In joy and praise,

Our hearts we raise
To heaven's high King.

2 The nation Thou hast blest

May well Thy love declare,
From foes and fears at rest,
Protected by Thy care.
For this fair land,

For this bright day,
Our thanks we pay-
Gifts of Thy hand.

3 May every mountain height,
Each vale and forest green,
Shine in Thy word's pure light,
And its rich fruits be seen!

May every tongue

Be tuned to praise,

And join to raise

A grateful song.

4 Earth! hear thy Maker's voice, The great Redeemer own, Believe, obey, rejoice,

And worship Him alone;
Cast down thy pride,
Thy sin deplore,

And bow before
The Crucified.

5 And when in power He comes,
Oh, may our native land,
From all its rending tombs,
Send forth a glorious band;
A countless throng
Ever to sing

To heaven's high King
Salvation's song.

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CONFIRMATION.

HYMN 243.

MY faith looks up to Thee,

Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine !
Now hear me while I pray :
Take all my guilt away';
Oh, let me from this day

Be wholly Thine.

2 May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart;

My zeal inspire;

As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread,

Be Thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to day;
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

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From Thee aside.

HYMN 244. C. M.

Y God, accept my heart this day,
And make it always Thine,

That I from Thee no more may stray,

No more from Thee decline.

2 Before the cross of Him who died,

Behold, I prostrate fall;

Let every sin be crucified,

Let Christ be all in all.

3 Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,

Adopt me for Thine own;

That I may see Thy glorious face,

And worship at Thy throne.

4 May the dear blood once shed for me

My blest atonement prove; That I from first to last may be

The purchase of Thy love!

5 Let every thought, and work, and word, To Thee be ever given;

Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of heaven!

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2 Lo, such the child, whose early feet
The path of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose, that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, who givest life and breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

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PRAYER.

HYMN 248. III. 1.

YOME, my soul, thy suit prepare,

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Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

2 Thou art coming to a king,

Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,

Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

5 While I am a pilgrim here,

Let Thy love my spirit cheer;

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people's death.

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REPENTANCE.

HYMN 249. III. 1.
EPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood His grace;
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

3 Kindled His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare;
Now my Father's mercies move,
Justice lingers into love.

4 Lo! for me the Saviour stands;

Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands; God is Love! I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

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2 Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within, and foes without,
O Lamb of God, I come.

4 Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind-
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O.Lamb of God, I come.

6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.

FORE

HYMN 251. C. M.

NOREVER here my rest shall be, Close to Thy bleeding side; This all my hope, and all my plea, "For me the Saviour died."

2 My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin! Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own; Wash me, and mine Thou art; Wash me, but not my feet alone,

My hands, my head, my heart.

4 Th' atonement of Thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

JES

HYMN 252. L. M.

ESUS, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; Midst flaming worlds in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise To take my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath lived and died for me."

3 This spotless robe the same appears When ruined nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue; The robe of Christ is ever new.

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