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5 He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide:

While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

6 O Lord, I cast my care on Thee;
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please Thee more.

John Ryland. 1777.

Ach Gott, verlasz mich nicht.
1 FORSAKE me not, my God,

Thou God of my salvation!
Give me Thy light, to be
My sure illumination.
My soul to folly turns,

Seeking she knows not what :

O lead her to Thyself;

My God, forsake me not!

2 Forsake me not, my God!

Take not Thy Spirit from me,
And suffer not the might

Of sin to overcome me.
A father pitieth

The children he begot;
My Father, pity me!

My God, forsake me not!

3 Forsake me not, my God,
Thou God of life and power!
Enliven, strengthen me,
In every evil hour:
And when the sinful fire
Within my heart is hot,
Be not Thou far from me:
My God, forsake me not!

6,7.

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4 Forsake me not, my God!
Uphold me in my going,
That evermore I may

Please Thee in all well-doing;
And that Thy will, O Lord,
May never be forgot
In all my works and ways:
My God, forsake me not!
5 Forsake me not, my God!
I would be Thine forever:
Confirm me mightily

In every right endeavor:
And when my hour is come,
Cleansed from all stain and spot
Of sin, receive my soul:

My God, forsake me not!

Unknown. 1860.

Tr. Solomon Franck. d. 1725.

Trauernd und mit bangem Sehnen.
1 TRUEST Friend, who canst not fail,
Evermore abide with me:

When the world would most assail,
Then Thy presence let me see.
When its heaviest thunders roll,
Shelter Thou my trembling soul!
Come, and in my spirit rest;
Help me do what seems Thee best.
2 When life's day hath fleeted by,

When the night of death is near,
When in vain the darkened eye

Seeks some stay, some helper here:
Then Thy followers' prayer fulfil,
Then abide Thou with us still
Till Thou give us heavenly rest,
Stay, O stay, Thou noble Guest!
Miss Winkworth. 1858. a.
Tr. John Neunherz. ab. 1720.

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O treuer Heiland Jesu Christ.

C. M. 1 WE praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord, Our Savior kind and true,

For all the old things passed away,

For all Thou hast made new.

2 But yet how much must be destroyed,
How much renewed must be,
Ere we can fully stand complete
In likeness, Lord, to Thee!

3 Thou, only Thou, must carry on
The work Thou hast begun;

Of Thine own strength Thou must impart,
In Thine own ways to run.

4 Ah, leave us not! from day to day
Revive, restore again;

Our feeble steps do Thou direct,

Our enemies restrain.

5 Whate'er would tempt the soul to stray,
Or separate from Thee,

That, Lord, remove, however dear

To our poor hearts it be!

6 When flesh declines, then strengthen Thou
The spirit from above;

Make us to feel Thy service sweet,
And light Thy yoke of love.

7 So shall we faultless stand at last
Before Thy Father's throne;
The blessedness for ever ours,
The glory all Thine own!

H. L. L. 1853. a.

Tr. Charles John Spitta. ab. 1825.

2 'Tis God the Spirit leads
In paths before unknown;

3

4

The work to be performed is ours,
The strength is all His own.
Assisted by His grace,

We still pursue our way,

And hope at last to reach the prize,

Secure in endless day.

'Tis He that works to will,
'Tis He that works to do;
His is the power by which we aet;
His be the glory too!

Henry Ustic Onderdonk. 1826.
And Benjamin Beddome. d. 1799.

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4

Our Savior and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

'Tis His almighty Love,
His counsel and His care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

He will present our souls
Unblemished, and complete
Before the glory of His face,
With joys divinely great.

Then all His faithful sons

Shall meet around the throne,

Shall bless the conduct of His grace,

And make his wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer-God

Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

S. M.

Watts. 1709. a.

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FOLLOWING CHRIST.

I. M. 6 l. 1 AND art Thou, gracious Master, gone, A mansion to prepare for me? Shall I behold Thee on Thy throne,

And there forever dwell with Thee? Then let the world approve or blame, I'll triumph in Thy glorious Name. 2 What transport, Lord, shall fill my heart, When Thou my worthless name shalt own! When I shall see Thee as Thou art, And know as I myself am known! From sin and fear and sorrow free, My soul shall find its Rest in Thee.

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Thomas Kelly. 1804.

1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my All shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still my own.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,

"Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While Thy Love is left to me;
O, 'twere not in joy to charm me.
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.

8,7.