8 Come then, Lamb for sinners slain, 9 Patiently I wait Thy day; 107 JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall; Lo! on Thee I cast my care. Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and behold, I live! 78 4 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; I am all unrighteousness: Thou art full of truth and grace. 5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Let the healing streams abound; 108 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing 2 My gracious Master and my God, C. M. To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name. 3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; "Tis music in the sinner's ears, 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood avails for me. 5 Look unto Him, ye nations; own Your God, ye fallen race; Look, and be saved through faith alone Be justified by grace. 6 See all your sins on Jesus laid; His soul was once an offering made 7 Glory to God, and praise, and love, By saints below and saints above, 109 8s 101 O FRIEND of souls, how blest am I And hide me in Thy shelt'ring arms. Of love, that beams from out Thy Here is my heaven on earth begun; In Thee, O Lord, his joy and rest? 2 The world may call herself my foe, Thou art the Friend, Lord, of my choice, fail; 'Mid storms of woe Thy truth is still My anchor; hate me as she will, The world shall o'er me ne'er prevail. 3 The Law may threaten endless death From awful Sinai's burning hill, Straightway from its consuming breath My soul through faith mounts higher still; She throws herself at Jesus' feet And finds with Him a safe retreat Where curse and death can never come. Though all things threaten condemnation, Yet Jesus, Thou art my Salvation, For in Thy love I find my home. 4 Through deserts of the cross Thou leadest, I follow leaning on Thy hand; From out the clouds Thy child Thou feedest, And giv'st him water from the sand. I know whom Thou wilt glorify, 5 To others death seems dark and grim, Whose heart and spirit rest in Thee. He then find safety and release? Nay, rather, with a joyful heart From this dark region I depart To Thy eternal light and peace. 60 Friend of souls, then blest indeed For goodness infinite is Thine. In God alone lie all my joys; O rich delight, my Friend is mine! 110 GOD'S WORD L. M. LORD Jesus Christ, with us abide, 2 In these last days of sore distress 3 Lord Jesus, help, Thy Church uphold, 4 O keep us in Thy Word, we pray; |