Jesus, my Saviour! look on me, For I am weary and opprest; I come to cast myself on Thee: Thou art my Rest.

2 Look down on me, for

Tune 3.

ain weak,

I feel the toilsome journey's length; Thine aid omnipotent I seek:

Thou art my Strength.

3 I am bewildered on my way,
Dark and tempestuous is the night;
Oh, send Thou forth some cheering ray;
Thou art my Light.

4 When Satan flings his fiery darts,
I look to Thee; my terrors cease;
Thy Cross a hiding-place imparts:
Thou art my Peace.

5 Thou wilt my every want supply,
E'en to the end, whate'er befall;
Through life, in death, eternally,
Thou art my All.

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John R. Macduff, 1853.

Tune 3.

2 If but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest ;

3 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done."

4 Then when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
66 Thy will be done."

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Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871.

Tune 3.

Leaning on Thee, my Guide and Friend,
My gracious Saviour, I am blest:
Though weary, Thou dost condescend
To be my Rest.

2 Leaning on Thee, with childlike faith,
To Thee the future I confide;
Each step of life's untrodden path
Thy love will guide.

3 Leaning on Thee, I breathe no moan, Though faint with languor, parched with heat:

Thy will has now become my own-
That will is sweet.

4 Leaning on Thee, tho' faint and weak,
Too weak another voice to hear,
Thy heavenly accents comfort speak,
"Be of good cheer."

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Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871.

Tune 3.

There is a holy sacrifice,
Which God in heaven will not despise,
Yea, which is precious in His eyes,-
The contrite heart.

2 That Lofty One, before Whose throne
The countless hosts of heav'n bow down,
Another dwelling-place will own,-
The contrite heart.

3 The Holy One, the Son of God, His pardoning love will shed abroad, And consecrate as His abode

The contrite heart.

4 The Holy Spirit from on high Will listen to its faintest sigh, And cheer, and bless, and purify The contrite heart.

5 Saviour, I cast my hopes on Thee;
Such as Thou art I fain would be;
In mercy, Lord, bestow on me
The contrite heart.

WEIMAR. [HEIDELBERG.]) Ach, bleib mit Deiner Gnade.

Melchior Vulpius, 1609.

8, A.

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Abide in grace, Lord Jesus,

Among us constantly,

Lest Satan's art deceive us
And gain the victory.

2 Abide, Lord, with the story
Of Thy redeeming love;
May we the gospel's glory
And saving virtue prove.

Tune 8.

The sepulcher is holding
To-day within its band
The Lord, Who holds creation
Within His strong right hand.

2 To-day a stone is hiding,
From gaze of mortal eye,
The Lord, Whose glory hideth
The brightness of the sky.

3 The life of all is sleeping,
But hell is quaking sore;
And Adam bursts the fetters,
Which prisoned him before.

4 All praise to Thee, Lord Jesus,
Whose providence of love,
Hath won for us, Thy people,
The Sabbath-rest above.

Tr. by John Mason Neale, 1818-1866.

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To Christ, the king of glory,
Who in the tomb was laid,

To Father and to Spirit,
Eternal laud be paid.

Tune 8.

Tune 8.

The day is past and over;
All thanks, O Lord, to Thee;
We pray Thee now that sinless
The hours of dark may be.

2 The joys of day are over;

We lift our hearts to Thee; And ask Thee that offenceless The hours of dark may be.

3 The toils of day are over; We raise our hymn to Thee; And ask that free from peril

The hours of dark may be.

4 Be Thou our souls' Preserver,
O God! for Thou dost know
How many are the perils
Through which we have to go.

From the Greek of Anatolius;
Tr. by J. M. Neale, 1818-66, alt

Tune 8

Sit down beneath His shadow,
And rest with great delight;
The faith that now beholds Him
Is pledge of future sight.
2 Our Master's love remember,
Exceeding great and free;
Lift up thy heart in gladness,
For He remembers thee.

3 Bring every weary burden,
Thy sin, thy fear, thy grief;
He calls the heavy laden

And gives them kind relief.

4 His righteousness "all glorious
Thy festal robe shall be;
And love that passeth knowledge
His banner over thee.

5 A little while, though parted,
Remember, wait, and love,
Until He comes in glory,
Until we meet above.

6 Till in the Father's Kingdom
The heavenly feast is spread,
And we behold His beauty,
Whose blood for us was shed!
Frances R. Havergal, 1836-71