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A hand Almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,

An honour'd life, a peaceful end,
And Heaven to crown it all!

Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.

CCXXXVIII.

Oh help us, Lord! each hour of need,
Thy heavenly succour give;

Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live !

Oh, help us when our spirits bleed
With contrite anguish sore;

And when our hearts are cold and dead,
Oh, help us, Lord, the more!

Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe;

For still, the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

If strangers to Thy fold we call,

Imploring at Thy feet

The crumbs that from Thy table fall,

'Tis all we dare entreat.

But be it, Lord of mercy, all,

So Thou wilt grant but this:
The crumbs that from Thy table fall
Are light, and life, and bliss.

Oh, help us, Jesus, from on high!
We know no help but Thee :
Oh, help us so to live and die,
As Thine in Heaven to be!

Henry Hart Milman. 1827.

CCXXXIX.

O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my heart to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me!

When groaning on my burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,

My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember mo!

Temptations sore obstruct my way;
And ills I cannot flee:

Oh, give me strength, Lord, as my day;
For good remember me !

Distrest with pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble body see!

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Hear, and remember me !

If on my face, for Thy dear Name,
Shame and reproaches be;

All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me!

The hour is near; consign'd to death
I own the just decree :

"Saviour!" with my last parting breath,

I'll cry,

"Remember me!"

Thomas Haweis. 1792.

CCXL.

Jesu, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!

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 stay'd,
All my help from Thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing!

Wilt thou not regard my call ?
Wilt thou not accept my prayer?

Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!

Lo! on Thee I cast my care!

Reach me out Thy gracious hand!
While I of Thy strength receive,

Hoping against hope I stand,
Dying, and behold I live!

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;
False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover 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!

Charles Wesley. 1740.

CCXLI.

Now may He, who from the dead
Brought the Shepherd of the sheep,
Jesus Christ, our King and Head,
All our souls in safety keep!

May He teach us to fulfil

What is pleasing in His sight, Perfect us in all His will,

And preserve us day and night!

To that dear Redeemer's praise

Who the covenant seal'd with blood,

Let our hearts and voices raise

Loud thanksgivings to our God!

John Newton. 1779.

CCXLII.

O most merciful,

O most bountiful,

God the Father Almighty!

By the Redeemer's

Sweet intercession,

Hear us, help us, when we cry!

Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827.

VII.

FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM, THE POWER, AND THE GLORY, FOR EVER AND EVER. AMEN."

CCXLIII.

Now to Him, who loved us, gave us
Every pledge that love could give,
Freely shed His Blood to save us,
Gave His life that we might live :
Be the kingdom, and dominion,

And the glory, evermore!

Variation. [1844.)

From Samuel Miller Waring. 1827.

CCXLIV.

Worship, honour, glory, blessing,

Lord, we offer to Thy Name:
Young and old their praise expressing,
Join Thy goodness to proclaim.
As the saints in Heaven adore Thee,
We would bow before Thy throne;
As the angels serve before Thee,
So on earth Thy will be done!

Edward Osler. 1836.

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