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Day-spring from on high, be near :
Day-star, in my heart appear!
2 O disclose Thy lovely face;

Quicken all my drooping powers :
Gasps my fainting soul for grace,

As a thirsty land for showers :
Haste, my Lord, no more delay,
Come, my Saviour, come away.
3 Dark and cheerless is the morn,

Unaccompanied by Thee :
Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams I see;
Till Thou inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
4 Visit, then, this soul of mine,

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine;

Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

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Tempted in every point like me;
Regard my grief, regard Thy own;

Jesus, remember Calvary!
2 O call to mind Thy earnest prayers,

Thy agony, and sweat of blood,
Thy strong and bitter cries and tears,

Thy mortal groan, "My God! my God!
3 For whom didst Thou the cross endure?
Who nailed Thy body to the tree?
Did not Thy death my life procure ?

O let Thy bowels answer me!
4 Art Thou not touched with human woe?

Hath pity left the Son of Man?
Dost Thou not all my sorrows know,

And claim a share in all my pain ?
5 Have I not heard, have I not knowi,
That Thou, the everlasting Lord,

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4 Arm of God, Thy strength put on,

Bow the heavens, and come down,
All my unbelief o'erthrow,
Lay the aspiring mountain low:
Conquer Thy worst foe in me,
Get Thyself the victory,
Save the vilest of the race,

Force me to be saved by grace. 550

L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY.
AY to Thy hand, O God of Grace!
See at Thy feet, of all the race
The chief, the vilest sinner see;
And let me all Thy mercy prove,

Thine utmost miracle of love.
2 Speak, and a holy thing and clean

Shall strangely be brought out of me;
My Ethiop-soul shall change her skin,
Redeemed from all iniquity;
I, even I, shall then proclaim

The wonders wrought by Jesu's Name. 3 Thee I shall then for ever praise,

In spirit and in truth adore ;
While all I am declares Thy grace,
And, born of God, I sin no more;
Thy pure and heavenly nature share,

And fruit unto perfection bear. 551

5,5,11, or 10s & 11s. C. WESLEY. JESUŚ, my hope, For me offered up,

[top; Who with clamour pursued Thee to Calvary's

The blood Thou hast shed,
For me let it plead,

(stead, And declare Thou hast died in Thy murderer's 2 Come then from above, The stony remove,

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Thy love on the tree

Display unto me, und the servant of sin in a moment is free,

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