2 Just as I am-and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark spot;
To thee whose blood can cleanse each blot,
O Lamb of God! I come.

3 Just as I am-though tossed about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within and feuds without,
ŎLamb of God! I come.

4 Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in thee I find;
O Lamb of God! I come.

5 Just as I am-thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome,. pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe; !
O Lamb of God! I come.

6 Just as I am-thy love I own
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone;
O Lamb of God! I come.

HYMN 161. L. M.

ORD, look upon a little child,

1 LORD,

By nature sinful, rude, and wild;
O! put thy gracious hands on me,
And make me all I ought to be.

2 Make me thy child-a child of God,
Washed in my Saviour's precious blood
And my whole soul from sin set free,
A little vessel full of thee.

3 A star of early dawn, and bright,
Shining within the sacred light;
A beam of grace to all around,
A little spot of hallowed ground.

4 0! Jesus, take me to thy breast,
And bless me, that I may
be blest,
Both when I wake, and when I sleep,
Thy little lamb in safety keep.

HYMN 162. 11s.

1LIKE mist on the mountain, like ships on the

sea,

So swiftly the years of our pilgrimage flee;

In the grave of our fathers how soon shall we lie! Dear children, to-day to a Saviour fly.

2 How sweet are the flowerets of April and May! But often the frost makes them wither away; Like flowers you may fade! are you ready to die? While yet there is room, to a Saviour fly.

3 When Samuel was young he first knew the Lord, He slept in his smile, and rejoiced in his word; So most of God's children are early brought nigh O, seek him in youth!-to a Saviour fly.

HYMN 163. C. M.

1 LORD, I would delight in thee,
And on thy love depend;.
on thy l

To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only friend.

2 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in thee;

I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

3 He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside ?

4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee, I triumph and adore;

1

Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and praise thee more.

ONE

HYMN 164. P. M.

NE there is above all others-
O how he loves!

His is love beyond a brother's
O how he loves!

Earthly friends may fail or leave us,
One day soothe, the next day grieve us,
But this Friend will ne'er deceive us-
O how he loves!

2 'Tis eternal life to know himO how he loves!

Think, O think how much we owe him!
O how he loves!

With his precious blood he bought us,
In the wilderness he sought us,

To his fold he safely brought us—
O how he loves!

3 We have found a Friend in Jesus-
O how he loves!

"Tis his great delight to bless us
O how he loves !

How our hearts delight to hear him;
Bid us dwell in safety near him;
Why should we distrust or fear him?
O how he loves!

4 Through his name we are forgiven—
O how he loves!

Backward shall our foes be driven-
O how he loves!
Best of blessings he'll provide us;
Naught but good shall e'er betide us;
Safe to glory he will guide us;
O how he loves!

HYMN 165. L. M.

1 POOR, weak, and worthless though I am, I have a rich, Almighty Friend;

Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.

2 He ransomed me from hell with blood,
And by his power, my foes controlled;
He found me wand'ring far from God,
And brought me to his chosen fold.

3 He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be

Enthroned with him above the skies;
O! what a Friend is Christ to me!

1

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SUN

HYMN 166. L. M.

r;

UN of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou art near
O! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep,
My wearied eye-lids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.

4 Come near, and bless us when we wake
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

SW

HYMN 167. L. M.

WEET Jesus! when I think on thee,
My heart for joy doth leap in me;
Thy blest remembrance yields delight,
But far more sweet will be thy sight.

2 Of him who did salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing;
When with his name I'm charmed in song,
I wish myself all ear and tongue.

3 The joy's too great, I must confess;
I feel a bliss I can't express;