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And starting, cry from ruin's brink,
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink!
O save me, or I die!

4 If near the pit I rashly stray,
Before I wholly fall away,

The keen conviction dart!'
Recall me by that pitying look,
That kind upbraiding glance, which broke
Unfaithful Peter's heart.

5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me like thyself below,
Unblameable in grace;
Ready prepar'd and fitted here,
By perfect holiness t' appear
Before thy glorious face.

New Sabbath.] HYMN 158. L. M.

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JES

ESUS, my Saviour, brother, friend. On whom I cast my every care, On whom for all things I depend,

Inspire, and then accept my prayer, 2 If I have tasted of thy grace,

The grace that sure salvation brings; If with me now thy Spirit stays,

And hov'ring, hides me in his wings : 3 Still let him with my weakness stay, Nor for a moment's space depart; Evil and danger turn away,

And keep till he renews my heart. 4 When to the right or left I stray, His voice behind me may I hear, "Return, and walk in Christ thy way, Fly back to Christ, for sin is near!" 5 His sacred unction from above, Be still my comforter and guide,

Till all the stony he remove,

And in my loving heart reside. 6 Jesus, I fain would walk in thee,

From nature's every path retreat :
Thou art my way, my leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet.
7 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach me out thy gracious hand!
Only on thee for help I call;
Only by faith in thee I stand.

Kentucky.] HYMN 159. S. M.

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CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.

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To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil,

may it all my powers engage,
To do my Master's will!

Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;

And O thy servant, Lord, prepare,
A strict account to give!

Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,

Assur'd if I my trust betray,'

I shall for ever die.

St. Johns.] HYMN 160. 4 8's & 2 6's.

E it my only wisdom here,

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To serve the Lord with filial fear.

With loving gratitude;

Superior sense may I display,
By shunning every evil way,
And walking in the good.

2 O may I still from sin depart;
A wise and understanding heart,
Jesus, to me be given!

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And let me through thy Spirit know,
To glorify my God below,

And find my way to heaven,

Asbury.] HYMN 161. C. M.

OW vain are all things here below,

H How false, and yet how fair!

Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God!

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

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And grace command

my heart away

From all created good.

Stafford.] HYMN 162. S. M.

OD of almighty love,

G By whose sufficient grace,

I lift my heart to things above,
And humbly seek thy face:
Through Jesus Christ the just,
My faint desires receive,

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And let me in thy goodness trust,

And to thy glory live.

Whate'er I say or do,
Thy glory be my aim;

My offerings all be offer'd through

The ever-blessed name.

Jesus, my single eye,

Be fix'd on thee alone:

Thy name be prais'd on earth, on high,
Thy will by all be done!

3 Spirit of faith, inspire

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My consecrated heart;

Fill me with pure celestial fire,
With all thou hast and art.
My feeble mind transform,
And perfectly renew'd,
Into a saint exalt a worm;
A worm exalt to God!

New Sabbath.] HYMN 163. L. M.
IERCE, fill me with a humble fear.
My utter helplessness reveal;
Satan and sin are always near;
Thee may I always nearer feel.
2 O that to thee my constant mind
Might with an even flame aspire!
Pride in its earliest motions find,

And mark the risings of desire.
3 O that my tender soul might fly
The first abhorr'd approach of ill;
Quick as the apple of an eye,

The slightest touch of sin to feel. 4 Till thou anew my soul create,

Still may I strive, and watch, and pray: Humbly and confidently wait,

And long to see the perfect day.

Broadmead.] HYMN 164. 6 lines &'s.

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WATCH NIGHT.

FT have we pass'd the guilty night, In revelling and frantic mirth: The creature was our sole delight, Our happiness the things of earth, But O, suffice the season past! We choose the better part at last. 2 We will not close our wakeful eyes, We will not let our eyelids sleep; But humbly lift them to the skies, And all a solemn vigil keep; So many nights on sin bestow'd, Can we not watch one hour for God?

3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake,

Devote our every hour to thee;
Speak but the word, our souls shall wake,
And sing with cheerful melody:
Thy praise shall our glad tongues employ,
And every heart shall dance for joy.
4 Bless'd object of our faith and love,
We listen for thy welcome voice;
Our persons and our works approve,
And bid us in thy strength rejoice;
Now let us hear the mighty cry,
And shout to find the Bridegroom nigh.
5 Shout in the midst of us, O King

Of saints, and let our joys abound;
Let us rejoice, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph in redemption found:
We ask in faith for every soul;
O let our glorious joy be full!
60 may we all triumphant rise,
With joy upon our heads return,

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