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When in the solemn hour of death
I wait Thy just decree, Be this the prayer
last breath “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;
; D. 7s. Jesus, Refuge of my soul,
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 is 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;
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 diyine;
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Čome 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;
The more shall he receive.
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
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
SAVIOUR! when in dust to Thee
Hear our solemn Litany!