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The things of earth have filled our thought, And tri - fles of
the pass - ing hour.
Lord, give us light Thy truth to see, And make us wise in knowing Thee. A - MEN.
3 We have not loved Thee as we ought, 5 When shall we know Thee as we ought,
Nor cared that we are loved by Thee; And fear, and love, and serve aright! Thy presence we have coldly sought, When shall we, out of trial brought,
And feebly longed Thy face to see. Be perfect in the land of light! Lord, give a pure and loving heart Lord, may we day by day prepare To feel and own the love Thou art. To see Thy face, and serve Thee there.
Rev. Thomas B. Pollock, 1889
(See also LUX MUNDI, No. 254) 2 My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
Till with Thee in the garden How sad on Thee they fall;
I heard Thy pleading prayer, Seen through Thy gentle patience, And saw the sweat-drops bloody I tenfold feel them all;
That told Thy sorrow there. I know they are forgiven,
4 Therefore my songs, my Saviour, But still, their pain to me
E’en in this time of woe, Is all the grief and anguish
Shall tell of all Thy goodness They laid, my Lord, on Thee.
To suffering man below; 3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
Thy goodness and Thy favor, Their guilt I never knew
Whose presence from above Till with Thee in the desert
Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour, I near Thy passion drew;
That live in Thee and love.
Rev. John S. B. Monsell, 1863
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hide my - self in Thee;
the dou - ble cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. A - MEN.
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2 Not the labors of my hands
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
4 While I draw this fleeting breath, Thou must save, and Thou alone. When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown, 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Naked, come to Thee for dress, Let me hide myself in Thee.
Rev. Augustus M. Toplady, 1776: verse 4, line 2, alt. by Rev. Thomas Cotterill, 1815
sin the dou - ble cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. A - MEN.
On Christ, the sol - id Rock, I stand; All
er ground is sink-ing sand. A- MEN.
2 When darkness veils His lovely face, He then is all my Hope and Stay. I rest upon unchanging grace;
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; In every rough and stormy gale All other ground is sinking sand. My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
4 When I shall launch in worlds unseen, All other ground is sinking sand.
O may I then be found in Him;
Dressed in His righteousness alone, His oath, His covenant, and His blood Faultless to stand before the throne. Support me in the sinking flood; On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; When all around my soul gives way,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Rev. Edward Mote, c. 1834: verse i art.