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And is it Thy Voice, Patient Saviour

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JOHN BACCHUS DYKES

I. And is

it Thy voice, pa-tient Sav-iour yet call-ing? And is

it Thy

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sad, earnest feat-ures I see? And is it Thine arm stretched to save me from

fall-ing? And dost Thou yet bid me draw nigh un to Thee? A-men.

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"O come unto Me all ye laden and weary,

Yea, come unto Me all ye sad and opprest:

Though dark be the pathway, the prospect all dreary,

O come unto Me, and your souls shall find rest."

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And art Thou my Saviour? and dost thou still tend me,
Thus call to me, seek me, and yearn for me still?

E'en yet wilt Thou bear with me, watch, and befriend me,
And with Thine own Self all my emptiness fill?

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"O come unto Me; I am meek, I am lowly,
Unlearn ye the evil, and learn to do right.
O take up My burden, My yoke that is holy,
For My yoke is easy, My burden is light."

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I listen, my Saviour:-'tis Thou that art calling,

I see Thee still smiling in pity on me;

But draw me unto Thee, and save me from falling,-
O ne'er of myself can I come unto Thee. Amen.

R. TOMLINS

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Muriel C. M.

O For a Closer Walk with God

FREDERICK WILLIAM SCHLIEDER

1. O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame,

A light to shine up - on the road That leads me to the Lamb! A-men.

Copyright, 1910, by The Century Co.

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Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?

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What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

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Return, O Holy Dove! return,

Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.

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The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee!

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So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb! Amen.

WILLIAM COWPER

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Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me

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RICHARD REDHEAD

1. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide my self

in Thee!

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Let

the wa ter and the blood, From Thy riv - en

side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. A-men.

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Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

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Nothing in my hand I bring;

Simply to Thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress;

Helpless, look to Thee for grace;

Foul, I to the fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

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While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee! Amen.

AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY

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O by that Name in which all fulness dwells,

O by that Love which every love excels,
O by that blood so freely shed for sin,
Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in. Amen.

LUCY ELIZABETH GEORGINA WHITMORE

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Saviour, When in Dust to Thee

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Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol-emn lit - a - ny.

A-men.

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By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread permitted hour
Of the mighty tempter's power:
Turn, O turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany!

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By the sacred grief that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn litany!

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