I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust: I will not let thee go. g 4 Still sure to me thy promise stands, Behold it written on thy hands, 5 To this, this only will I cleave: That word is truth, and I believe : MONTGOMERY. HYMN 313. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] For Pardon, Holiness, and Heaven. INNERS of Adam's fallen race, In prayer, O God, we seek thy face, -2 No trembling penitent to Thee o 3 For Him, thy gift, thy name we bless: Through faith impute his righteousness, -4 Nor rest we here, thou God of love! Receive thy Spirit from above, And thus be sanctified. 5 At length made holy, just, forgiven, ALEXANDER'S CUL. HYMN 314. 7s. Hotham. [*]· Choosing the Heritage of God's People. • 1 Phave sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found. Now to you my spirit turns, Turns, a fugitive unblessed; 2 Lonely I no longer roam, HYMN 315. C. M. Broomsgrove, [*] 1 BER Social Dedication to God. EING of beings, God of love! To thee our hearts we raise; Thy all-sustaining power we prove, And gladly sing thy praise. e 2 Thine, wholly thine, we want to be, Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, 83 Come, Holy Ghost! the Saviour's love So shall we ever live and move, b 1 C. WESLEY. HYMN 316. C. M. Arundel. [*] IN all my Lord's appointed ways My journey I'll pursue; "Hinder me not," ye much-loved saints, For I must go with you. 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I'll follow where he goes; "Hinder me not," shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose. 3 Through duty, and through trials too, I'll go at his command: "Hinder me not," for I am bound To my Immanuel's land. o 4 And when my Saviour calls me home, My joyful cry shall be, "Hinder me not;" come, welcome death; I'll gladly go with thee. DR. RYLAND 0 1 HYMN 317. L. M. Blendon. [*] Following Jesus as the Forerunner. His track I see, and I'll pursue -4 The more I strove against their power, 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Nothing but sin I thee can give ; 86 Then will I tell to sinners round, And say, e 1 CENNICE. HYMN 318. C. M. Stephens. [*] 66 Help, Lord." H help us, Lord! each hour of need Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 2 Oh help us, through the prayer of faith, For still the more thy servant hath, 3 If, strangers to thy fold, we call, The crumbs that from thy table fall, "Tis all we dare entreat. 4 But be it, Lord of mercy, all, So thou wilt grant but this; SELECT. 17 5 Oh help us, Jesus! from on high, We know no help but thee.: Oh help us so to live and die 1 As thine in heaven to be. MILMAN.? HYMN 319. C. M. Woodstoch.. [b] HOW The Fulness of Redemption. OW shall my soul find rest in hi oven, When," without holiness, no man Shall see the holy God." 2 Though I have nothing of my own, o 3 Hear thou, my soul, his teaching voice And precepts of his will. 4 Then shall the robe thy Saviour wrought Be made thy title to the rest 1 HYMN 320. S. M. Watchman. [*] Harmonious to the ear b u Heaven with the echo shall resound, 8 2 Grace first contrived the way 3 Grace led my roving feet 4 Grace all the work shall crown, a It lays in heaven the topmost stone, DODBRIDGE. HYMN 321. P. M. Bingham. [b or *] Bartimeus. Mark x, 47, 48. p1: "MThus blind Bartimeus prayed; ERCY, O thou Son of David!" Others by the word are saved, o Now to me afford thine aid: Many for his crying chid him, o But he called the louder still; e Till the gracious Saviour bid him "Come and ask me what you will.” e 2 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms, which none but he could give: 0 Lord, remove this grievous blindness, "Let my eyes behold the day;" Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, " s 3 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; Friend, is not my case amazing? "What a Saviour I have found: "Oh! that all the blind but knew him; "And would be advised by me! "Surely would they hasten to him, "He would cause them all to see.' す C HYMN 322. C. M. Warwick. [*] "Herein is Love." 1 John iv, 10. YE saints, assist me in my song Let all your passions move: To Jesus all the notes belong→ I sing redeeming love. e 2 Around the circle of his friends, His tender passions move: And while he lived, his constant theme p 3 Gently he raised his sacred hands, And the last whispers of his tongue 4 Through life's wide waste, with weary feet, In darkness I may rove; But never can my heart forget Redeeming, dying love |