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The hour is near, consign'd to death

I own the just decree;
Saviour, with my last parting breath,

“ remember me.”
And when before thy throne I stand,

And lift my soul to thee,
Then with the saints, at thy right hand,
Good Lord, “ remember me.

HYMN 222. 7s. D.

Thou art my refuge."
JESUS, refuge of my soul,

Let me to thy shelter fly,
While the nearer waters roll,

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

Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
J.eave, ah! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd;

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

With the shadow of thy wing.
Plenteous grace with thee is found

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

within :
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart, ,

Rise to all eternity.



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HYMN 223. 6 LINES 78.

Christ our example in suffering.
GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign d;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
Calvary's mournful mountaiņ cļimb!
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete:
66 It is finish'd ;" hear the cry
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and glooin,
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is risen! he meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

HYMN 224. c. M.
Cast thy burden upon the Lord."
DEAR refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.



To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel.
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sovereign grace

Be deaf when I complain ?
Thy mercy-seat is open still,

Here let my soul retreat ;
With humble hope attend thy will,

And wait beneath thy feet.



HYMN 225. 6 LINES 88.

The sympathy of Christ.
WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, wh not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain;
He sees my grief, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
And do the sin I would not do,
May he who felt temptation's power
Still guard me in that dangerous hour.
And O! when I have safely past
Through every conflict, but the last,
Unchanging Saviour, watch beside
My bed of death, for thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.






IIYMN 226. C. M.

He knoweth our frame."
LORD we adore thy wondrous name,

And make that name our trust,
Whicla rais'd at first this curious frame,

From mean and lifeless dust.
Awhile these frail machines endure,

The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital powers no more,

But moulder back to clay.
Yet Lord, whate'er is felt or fear'd,

This thought is our repose,
That he by whom this frame was rear'd

Its various weakness knows.
Gently supported by thy love,

We tend to realms of peace,
Where every pain shall far remove,
And every frailty cease.

HYMN 227. C. M.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul ?"
OUR God, how firm his promise stands,

E'en when he hides his face!
He trusts in our Redeemer's hands
His glory and his

Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,

Since Christ and thou are one ?
Thy God is faithful to his saints,

Is faithful to his Son.
Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd,

And part of heaven possess'd;
I praise his name for grace receiv'd,

And trust him for the rest.




HYMN 228. is.

My times are in thy hand." 1 SOVEREIGN ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise,

times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
2 Times of sickness, times of health ;

Times of penury and wealth ;
Times of trial and of grief;

Times of triumph and relief.
3 Times the tempter's power to prove;

Times to feel a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,

As shall please my heavenly friend. f Plagues and death around me fly;

Till he bids I cannot die;
Not a single shaft can hit,

Till the God of love sees fit.
5 Thee at all times will I bless;

Having thee, I all possess;
How can I bereaved be,
Since I cannot part with thee.

IIYMN 229. C. M. He hath made with me an everlasting covenant." 1 MY God, the covenant of thy love

Abides for ever sure;
And in its boundless grace

I feel My bappiness secure. 2 What though my house be not with thee

As nature could desire;
To nobler joys than nature gives,

Thy servants all aspire.

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