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Psalm xlii. 2.
Why is my lieart so cold to tliee^ Lamb of God, that diedst for me ? Why is my mind so prone to stray From tliee^ my life, my light, my way ?
Why does my spirit seek for peace But in the blessing of thy grace ? Why do I long for higher joy Than dwells in thee, O Lord most high ?
Why shall I sigh, and pine, and grieve, Though earthly friends begin to leave, Though earthly dreamings flee away Before the light of reason's ray ?
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Tliougli hands are closed and hearts are cold, Though sick and feeble, poor and old, And friends familiar strange and shy, Why should I fail if God be nigh ?
No ! let me raise my drooping head, Though darkening shadows overspread : Thou wilt be near, to comfort still. My heart to cheer, my hand to fill;
My sinking soul to raise on high. And fill it with thy perfect joy; My mind to keep in perfect peace, Until my spirit gains release.
Psalm cxxx. 1.
I WOULD not dare approach thee, Lord, But for the promise of thy word. That open still is mercy's ear Unto the humblest sinner's prayer.
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I would not dare to pray or praise, But for the riches of thy grace; I would not dare lift up mine eyes, But mercy dwelleth in the skies.
I would not dare to offer thee
My being's sin and misery,
But thou hast called the wretched home.
And bade the weary wanderer come.
I come, gracious Lord ! I come,
To hear from thine own lips my doom ; I claim no merit j naught I claim But in my blessed Saviour's name.
His blood I plead, his wounds I show; I nothing have, I nothing know, Nothing in all the world beside But Jesus Christ the crucified.
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Psalm xlii. 8.
Thy loving-kindness^ Lord, to me^
Thy mercy and thy grace —
0; let my tongue unloosened be,
To tell aloud thy praise !
In shades of night my spirit lay
In darkness all profound, When Thou didst shed a saving ray
Of glory all around.
When sorrows gathered o'er my soul, And cares my heart distressed.
My Lord the broken heart made whole, And gave the weary rest.
When from thy paths my feet would stray,
And, tempted, turn aside. Thou ledd'st me gently by the way,
Unto th^'sclf didst guide. •
For ever there, 0, let me be :
Thou art my life, my way, The only guiding light to me
To realms of endless day.
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