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ATHER! we are poor indeed,


Deep and urgent is the need

Thou canst satisfy alone.
2 Grant, oh grant ! our daily food,

From Thine inexhausted store,
All to Thee that seemeth good,

For Thy weak and hungry poor. 3 Water from the crystal rock,

And descendings of Thy dew ;
To refresh Thy fainting flock,

And their failing strength renew. 4 Lead them to the shepherds' tents,

In the valleys fresh and free,
Where Thy lambs prefer their plaints,

And their cries are heard by Thee. 5 In Thy favour let us live,

Grant in measure, day by day,
Peace, the world can never give,

Nor its troubles take away.
6 Light and vain the joy it yields,

Hard its unrewarding toil,
Rich the golden harvest-fields

Ripened by Thy heavenly smile. 7 Soon our light afflictions fade,

And the wounds of time are healed ; When in brightening hues array'd,

Heavenly glories are revealed.

8 When the proving storm is past,

Life's allotted trial ceased ;
Gather all Thy flock at last,

To the fold of heavenly rest. 9 Sorrow, then, shall flee away,

Care from every bosom cease,
When the sun of life's dark day,

Veils his setting beams in peace. 10 Wipe away your glistening tears,

Every meek and lowly one ;
Lo ! the Shepherd Chief appears,
Reigning on His glorious throne.

Abraham Beale.




UST as I am—without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come ! 2 Just as I am—and waiting not,

To rid my soul of one dark blot ;
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come !
3 Just as I am—though toss'd about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,"

O Lamb of God, I come ! 4 Just as I am—Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come !

5 Just as I am—Thy love unknown,

Has broken every barrier down :
Now to be Thine ; yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come !

Charlotte Elliott.



E speak of the realms of the blest ;

That country so bright and so fair ;
And oft are its glories confest,

But what must it be to be there? 2 We speak of its pathway of gold,

Its walls deck'd with jewels so rare ; Its wonders and pleasures untold ;

But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its freedom from sin,

From sorrow, temptation, and care ; From trials without and within ;

But what must it be to be there? 4 We speak of its service of love ;

The robes which the glorified wear ; The church of the first-born above ;

But what must it be to be there?
5 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure and woe,

Still for heaven our spirits prepare ;
And shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there !

Preston Hymn Book.



T Thy pastures, fair and large,

Heavenly Shepherd, lead Thy charge ; And my couch, with tenderest care, 'Midst the springing grass prepare.

2 When I faint with summer's heat,

Thou shalt guide my weary feet,
To the streams that, still and slow,

Through the verdant meadows flow. 3 Thou my soul anew shalt frame,

And Thy mercy to proclaim ;
When through devious paths I stray,

Teach my steps the better way.
4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread,

Thou with oil refresh'd my head ;
Fill’d by Thee, my cup o'erflows,

For Thy love no limit knows. 5 Constant to my latest end,

Thou my footsteps shalt attend,
And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome,
Yield me an eternal home.




H Wbright these glorious spirits shine :

How came they to the blissful seats,

Of everlasting day?
2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great,

Who came to realms of light ;
And in the blood of Christ have wash'd

Those robes which shine so bright.
3 Now with triumphal palms they stand,

Before the throne on high ;
And serve the God they love, amidst

The glories of the sky.

4 His presence fills each heart with joy,

Tunes every mouth to sing ; For evermore, the sacred courts

With glad Hosannas ring.
5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,

Nor suns with scorching ray ;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams,

Diffuse eternal day.
6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne,

Shall o'er them still preside ; Feed them with nourishment divine,

And all their footsteps guide. 7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock,

Where living streams appear ; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.

W. Cameron. (Variation from Watts.)



LEST are the humble souls that see

Their emptiness and poverty ;
Treasures of grace to them are given,

And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart,

Who mourn for sin with inward smart ;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,

A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,

Hunger, and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.


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