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Now the Christian's bark behold
Lonely on life's troubled sea;
He shall reach with joy untold

The haven where he fain would be.

'Tis the Lord as pilot guiding,
He can well the vessel moor;
And the Christian thus confiding,
Finds in hope an anchor sure.

Ne'er that anchor shall deceive him ;
Grounded on redeeming love,
Till his Saviour shall receive him,
To the port of rest above!

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN III.

ABIDE with me: fast falls the even-tide;
The darkness thickens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away: Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,
Come, Friend of sinners, and abide with me!

Thou on my head in early youth did'st smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee;
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes,
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the

skies;

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee,

In life, in death; O Lord, abide with me!

LYTE.

HYMN IV.

JUST as I am,-without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,- though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt-
With fears within and wars without,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as

I am,-poor, wretched, blind,

Sight, riches, healing of the mind;

Yea, all I need in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,—Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine-yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come!

HYMN V.

No more with trembling heart I try
A multitude of things;

Still wishing to find out that point

From whence salvation springs.
My anchor's cast, cast on a rock
Where I shall ever rest

From all the labour of my thoughts,
And tumults of my breast.

ELIOT.

What is my anchor? If you ask--
A hungry, helpless mind,

Diving with misery for its weight,
Till firmest grace it find.

What is my rock? "Tis Jesus Christ,
Whom faithless eyes pass o'er;
Yet there, all sinners anchor may,
Ánd ne'er be shaken more!

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN VI.

FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King

For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring?

Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and

for ease,

For the spring of delight and the sunshine of peace?

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