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Evil is ever with me day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,

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Yet let my full heart what it can bestow; Like Mary's gift let my devotion prove, Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love. 614

"Jesus died."

Samuel J. Stone, alt.

Without thy word I durst not venture nigh! But thou hast called the burdened soul to thee,

A weary, burdened soul, O Lord, am I!

2 Bowed down beneath a heavy load of sin, By Satan's fierce temptations sorely prest, Beset without, and full of fears within, Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest. 3 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hidingplace;

I know no force can tear me from thy side;
Unmoved, I then may all accusers face,
And answer every charge, with- sus
died."

John Newton

618 "Jesus, our Salvation." O JESUS, our salvation,

Low at thy cross we lie; Lord, in thy great compassion,

Hear our bewailing cry. We come to thee with mourning, We come to thee in woe; With contrite hearts returning, And tears that overflow.

2 O gracious Intercessor,

O Priest within the vail,
Plead, for each lost transgressor,
The blood that cannot fail.
We spread our sins before thee,
We tell them one by one;
Oh, for thy name's great glory,
Forgive all we have done.

3 Oh, by thy cross and passion,
Thy tears and agony,
And crown of cruel fashion,
And death on Calvary;
By all that untold suffering,
Endured by thee alone;
O Priest, O spotless offering,
Plead for us, and atone!

619 Hope at the Cross.
WHEN human hopes all wither,
And friends no aid supply,
Then whither, Lord, ah! whither
Can turn my straining eye?
'Mid storms of grief still rougher,
'Midst darker, deadlier shade,
That cross where thou didst suffer.
On Calvary was displayed.

2 On that my gaze I fasten,
My refuge that I make;
Though sorely thou mayst chasten,
Thou never canst forsake;
Thou, on that cross didst languish,
Ere glory crowned thy head!
And I, through death and anguish,
Must be to glory led.

Charlotte Elliott.

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O Jesus, thou art stand-ing

Out-side the fast-closed door, In lowly patience

wait - ing

To pass

O JESUS, thou art standing
Outside the fast-closed door,
In lowly patience waiting

To pass the threshold o'er:
We bear the name of Christians,
His name and sign we bear:
Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us!
To keep him standing there.

2 O Jesus, thou art knocking:
And lo! that hand is scarred,
And thorns thy brow encircle,
And tears thy face have marred:
Oh, love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait!
Oh, sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate!

3 O Jesus, thou art pleading
In accents meek and low,—
"I died for you, my children,

And will ye treat me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door:

Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore!

621 "Give us pardon."
We stand in deep repentance,
Before thy throne of love;
O God of grace, forgive us;

The stain of guilt remove;
Behold us while with weeping
We lift our eyes to thee;
And all our sins subduing,

Our Father, set us free!

2 Oh, shouldst thou from us fallen Withhold thy grace to guide,

For ever we should wander,
From thee, and peace, aside;
But thou to spirits contrite

Dost light and life impart,
That man may learn to serve thee
With thankful, joyous heart.

3 Our souls-on thee we cast them, Our only refuge thou!

Thy cheering words revive us,

When pressed with grief we bow: Thou bearest the trusting spirit Upon thy loving breast, And givest all thy ransomed

A sweet, unending rest.

Ray Palmer, tr.