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When in the solemn hour of death
I wait Thy just decree,
“O Lord, remember me !"
D.C.M. O LORD, Thou knowest all the snares
That round our pathway be,
Come between us and Thee;
In Thee alone is strong,
O let us not go wrong!
In dark temptation's hour;
Hast felt the tempter's power:
Who strive and suffer long;
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the tempest still is high;
Till the storm of life be past;
O receive my soul at last !
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me: All my trust on Thee stay'd,
All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover
defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind; Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity,
OH! for a heart to praise my God ;
A heart from sin set free;
So freely shed for me.
Oh! for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
From Him who dwells within.
A heart in every thought renew'd,
And fill'd with love divine;
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
C.M. O HELP us, Lord; each hour of need
Thy heavenly succour give:
Each hour on earth we live!
With contrite anguish sore;
O help us, Lord, the more !
More firmly to believe;
We know no help but Thee !
3 of 7.
Ere that awful doom appears.
Supplication on us pour,
WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See! from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
6 of 8. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
And oh! when I have safely past
, still unchanging, watch beside
SAVIOUR! when in dust to Thee
Hear our solemn Litany!