A Plea for Salvation

2 I am prone to halt and stumble,

Grief and sorrow dwell within, Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin.

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3 Foes about my soul are closing,
Full of hatred, false and strong;
Choosing good, I find opposing
All who love and do the wrong.

4 Lord, my God, do not forsake me,
Let me know that Thou art near,.
Under Thy protection take me,
As my Saviour now appear.

The Frailty of Life

2 While I was dumb my grief was stirred,
My heart grew hot with thought
suppressed;

The while I mused the fire increased,
Then to the Lord I made request.

3 Make me, O Lord, to know my end,
Teach me the measure of my days,

That I may know how frail I am

6 And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
I have no hope except in Thee;
Let not ungodly men reproach,
From all transgression set me free.
7 Because Thou didst it I was dumb,
I spoke no word of rash complaint;
Remove Thy stroke away from me,
Beneath Thy chastisement I faint.

And turn from pride and sinful ways. 8 When Thou for his iniquity

4 My time is nothing in Thy sight,

Behold, my days are but a span; Yea, truly at his best estate,

A breath, a fleeting breath, is man.

5 Man's life is passed in vain desire

If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain.

Rebukest and correctest man,
His beauty is consumed away,
How weak his strength, how vain
his plan.

9 Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry,
I weep, be Thou my comforter;
I am a stranger here below,
A pilgrim as my fathers were.

10 O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath,
Deal gently with me, I implore,
That I may yet recover strength
E'er I go hence and be no more.

My lips their si lence shall not break While wicked men

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And to my thought-ful spir - it show How weak I am and frail.

2 To Thy eternal thought

My days are but a span;

To Thee my years appear as nought,
A breath at best is man.

3 O Lord, regard my fears,

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And answer my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.

4 I am a stranger here,
Dependent on Thy grace,
A pilgrim, as my fathers were,
With no abiding place.

2 He took me from destruction's pit, From out the miry clay;

He set my feet upon a rock, And steadfast made my way. 3 A new and joyful song of praise My thankful heart He taught, A song of glory to our God

For all that He has wrought.

4 And many who behold how good
The Lord has been to me

Shall learn to fear, and in His Name
Their trust henceforth shall be.

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me,

My plead-ing cry

to hear.

5 O truly blessed is the man
That on the Lord relies,
Respecting not the proud, nor such
As turn aside to lies..

6 O Lord my God, how manifold

The works which Thou hast wrought,
Ofttimes Thou hast bestowed on us
Thy care and gracious thought.

7 Thy works and thoughts most wonderful,
If I of them would speak,
Cannot be numbered, and in vain
To set them forth I seek.

Personal Devotion to God

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Personal Devotion to God

2 Then, O my God, I come, I come,
Thy purpose to fulfil;
Thy law is written in my heart,
'Tis joy to do Thy will.

3 Before Thy people I will now
Thy righteousness proclaim;

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Thou knowest, Lord, I will not cease
To praise Thy holy Name.

4 I never have within my heart
Thy faithfulness concealed,
But Thy salvation and Thy truth
To men I have revealed.

The Mercy of God Besought

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RUTH

W. Irving Hartshorn

I Thy ten der mercies, O my Lord, With - hold not, I

im - plore;

But

let Thy kind -ness and Thy truth Pre - serve me ev

er - more.

For count-less ills have com-passed me, My sin ful deeds

a - rise;