HOLLINGSIDE. 7s. D. 673 The Ancient Litany. 2 By thy helpless infant years, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power,- SOLITUDE. 75. 3 By thine hour of dire despair; 4 By thy deep expiring groan; Of our solemn Litany! Robert Grant, L. T. DOWNS. Je-sus, Jesus! vis-it me; How my soul longs after thee! When, my best, my dearest Friend! Shall our sep-a-ra-tion end? storm of life is past; Safe in - to the haven guide; Oh, receive my soul at 3 Till the last! JESUS! lover of my soul, Till the storm of life is past; Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 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. MARTYN. 7s. D. 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 pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within; Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. FINE. Charles Wesley. S. B. MARSH. D. C. 2 What though the tempest rage? Heaven is our home; Short is our pilgrimage, Heaven is our home. And Time's wild wintry blast Heaven is our home. 3 There at our Saviour's side, Heaven is our home: Heaven is our home. 4 Grant us to murmur not, There at thine own right hand, Heaven is our home! Thomas R. Taylor, alt. 677 Jesus is mine. Now I have found a Friend; His love shall never end; Though earthly joys decrease, Jesus is mine. 2 Though I grow poor and old, Jesus is mine; Though I grow faint and cold, He shall my wants supply; 3 When earth shall pass away,— Jesus is mine,— In the great judgment day,— Oh! what a glorious thing, 4 Father! thy name I bless; Thine was the sovereign grace; Praise shall be thine; Spirit of holiness! Sealing the Father's grace, Thou mad'st my soul embrace |