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When in the solemn hour of death

I wait Thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath

O Lord, remember me !"


D.C.M. O LORD, Thou knowest all the snares

That round our pathway be,
Thou know'st that both our joys and cares

Come between us and Thee;
Thou know'st that our infirmity

In Thee alone is strong,
To Thee for help and strength we fly;

O let us not go wrong!
O bear us up, protect us now

In dark temptation's hour;
For Thou wert born of woman, Thou

Hast felt the tempter's power:
All sinless, Thou canst feel for those

Who strive and suffer long;
But O midst all our cares and woes
Still let us not go wrong.


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JESUS, Refuge of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,

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

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

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,

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OH! for a heart to praise my God ;

A heart from sin set free;
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood

So freely shed for me.

Oh! for a lowly, contrite heart,

Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part

From Him who dwells within.

A heart in every thought renew'd,

And fill'd with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,

A copy, Lord, of Thine.

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;

Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.



C.M. O HELP us, Lord; each hour of need

Thy heavenly succour give:
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,

Each hour on earth we live!
O help us when our spirits bleed

With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,

O help us, Lord, the more !
O help us through the prayer of faith

More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath,
1. The more shall he receive.
O help us, JESUS, from on high;

We know no help but Thee !
O help us so to live and die
As Thine in heaven to be!


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LORD, in this Thy mercy's day,
Now, before it pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Holy JESU, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,

Ere that awful doom appears.

Supplication on us pour,
Let us now kneel at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.
By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
By Thy tears of bitter woo
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
'Neath Thy wings let us have place,
Lest we lose this day of grace,
Ere we shall behold Thy face.

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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
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

And oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,

, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed,—for Thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.


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SAVIOUR! when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee,
When repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
O by all Thy pains and woe
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,

Hear our solemn Litany!

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