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W. Bright.

And Now, O Father.

(UNDE ET MEMORES.)

W. H. Monk

on

1. And now, Fa-ther, mind- ful of the love That bought us, once for 2. Look, Father, look on His a-nointed face, And 3. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By 4. And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most

only look this prevail - ing patient Saviour,

ly Of-f'ring

We here present, we here spread forth to Thee, That on Our pray❜r so languid, and our faith so dim; For lo! be-tween our do Thine ut most for their souls' true weal! From taint - ing mis-chief liv er us from of ill: In ev'ry touch

De

Thine own service

perfect in Thine eyes, sins and their re- ward, keep them white and clear, make us glad and free,

The one true, pure im-mortal Sacrifice.
We set the Pas-sion of Thy Son our Lord.
And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere.
And grant us nev er more to part with Thee. Amen.

Whisp-'ring soft ly, "Wand'rer, come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home."

1. Call them in!

2. Call them in!

the poor, the wretch-ed, Sin-stained wan-d'rers from the fold;
the Jew, the Gentile; Bid
the stranger to the feast!

3. Call them in! the broken-hearted, Cow-'ring 'neath the brand of shame:

Bid them come and rest in

Jesus! He is wait-ing: call them in! Robe, and ring, and kiss of par-don, Wait the lost ones: call them in! Call them in the lost and lonely: Christ is com-ing: call them in!

A-men.

4. Heal our wounds; our strength re- new: On our dryness pour Thy dew;

Come, Thou Source of all our store! Come, with- in our bosoms shine!
Grateful coolness in the heat; Sol ace in the midst of woe.
Nothing good in deed or thought, Noth-ing free from taint of ill.
Melt the froz en, warm the chill; Guide the steps that go

astray. A-men.

5 On the faithful, who adore
And confess Thee, evermore

In Thy sevenfold gifts descend;
Give them virtue's sure reward;
Give them Thy salvation, Lord;

Give them joys that never end.

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing.

Robert Robinson.

(NETTLETON.)

Job Wyeth,

1. Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart
2. Here I'll raise my Eben
3. Oh, to grace how great a debt or Dai ly I'm constrained to

- e zer; Hith er by

to sing Thy grace; Thy help I'm come;

be!

Streams of
And

Let

mer cy, never ceas ing, Call for songs of loud-est praise, I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safe ly to ar rive at home. Thy good ness, like а ter, Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee:

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