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51.
Oh for a thousand tongues to sing

My dear Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King;

The triumphs of His grace !

2 My gracious Master and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad,

The honours of Thy Name.

3 Jesus! the Name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears ;

'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 (He breaks the power of cancelled sin,

He sets the prisoner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean ;

His blood availed for me.)

5 He speaks ; and, listening to His voice

New life the dead receive ;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ;

The humble poor believe. 6 Hear Him, ye deaf ; His praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come ;
And leap, ye lame, for joy!

C. Wesley.

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1 JESU, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high :
Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide,

Till the storm of life is past ;
Safe into the haven guide,

Oh receive my soul at last !
Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee :
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me :
All my trust on Thee is stayed ;

All my help from Thee I bring ;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want ;

More than all in Thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name ;

I am all unrighteousness :
Vile and full of sin I am ;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;

Make and keep me pure within :

5 Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee :
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity. Amen.

C. Wesley.

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53.

Psalm XCI. 1 INCARNATE God, the soul that knows

Thy Name's mysterious power,
Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,

Nor fear the trying hour.
2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love,

To feeble helpless worms,
A buckler and a refuge prove

From enemies and storms.

3 Angels, unseen, attend the saints,

And bear them in their arms,
To cheer the spirit when it faints,

And guard their life from harms.

4 The angels' Lord Himself is nigh

To them that love His name;
Ready to save them when they cry,

And put their foes to shame.
5 Crosses and changes are their lot,

Long as they sojourn here;
But, since their Saviour changes not,
What have the saints to fear?

7. Newlon. 54.

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angel comes, he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord !
O’er all the earth with fatal sweep

Wide waves his flamy sword.

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And who are they, in sheaves to bide

The fire of vengeance bound ?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride

Choked the fair crop around.

3 And who are they, reserved in store

God's treasure-house to fill ?
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore

Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of Mercy! grant us power

Thy fiery wrath to flee !
In Thy destroying angel's hour,
O gather us to Thee! Amen.

H. H. Milman.

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CHRIST, the Light of heavenly day!
The shades of darkness chase away :
Those who in paths of danger roam,
Bring to Thy fold, their happy home.
Those who in error wander wide,
Let Thy bright beams of mercy guide ;
With those who in their secret heart,
By sin misled, from Thee depart.

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3 And all beside who Thee forsake,

Partakers of Thy mercy make ;
Whom sin hath bruised and wounded, heal ;
To them the hope of glory seal.

4 Oh that the deaf might hear Thy voice,

The dumb to speak of Thee rejoice ;
The thankless heart its silence break,
And taught by faith, confession make.

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O Lord, give sight unto the blind,
And join us all in heart and mind:
Oh gather the dispersed to Thee :
The wavering, Lord, from doubt set free.

6 So they with us in bonds of love

Shall sing Thy praise on earth--above,
And Thee for all Thy grace adore,
Here and in heaven for evermore. Amen.

7. Heerman. A. T. Russell. (ir.)

Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany.

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1 SONGS of thankfulness and praise,

Jesu, Lord, to Thee we raise;
Manifested by the Star
To the Sages from afar ;
Branch of royal David's stem
In Thy Birth at Bethlehem.
Anthems be to Thee addrest,
God in Man made manifest.

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