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ref - uge to Je • sus have fled? To you, who for ref-age to Je-sus have fled? gra-cious, om-nip o- tent hand, Up - held by my gracious, om-nip - 0 - tent hand.

theo thy deep - est dis-tress, And sanc-ti - ty to thee thy deepest dis -tress. sume, and thy gold to re- fine, Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to re- fine."

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No. 227.

John Keble,

Sun of My Soul.

Peter Ritter.

1. Sun of my soul, Thou Sav - ior dear, It is not night if Thou be near; 2. When the soft dews of kind - ly sleep My wear-ied eye - lids gen • tly steep, 3. A - bide with me from morn till eve, For with-out Thee I not live; 4. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere thro' the world our way we take;


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Gome, Thou Almighty King.

No. 229.

Charles Wesley.

Felice Giardini.


1. Come, Thou Al-might-y King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise: Fa-ther all. 2. Come, Thou in-car-nate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend; Come,and Thy 3. Come, ho - ly Com - fort-er, Thy sa-cred wit - Dess bear In this glad hour; Thou who al4. To the great One in Three, The highest prais - es be Hence, ev-er-morel His sov'reign

glo • ri-ous, O'er all vic - to • ri-ous, Come, and reign 0 - ver us, An-cient of days! peo - ple bless, And give Thy word success: Spir-it of ho • li-ness, On us de-scend! might-y art, Now rule in ov - 'ry heart, And ne'er from us de-part, Spir-it of pow'r! maj - es - ty May we in glo - ry see, And to e- ter • ni-ty Love and a-dore!

No. 230.

Break Thou the Bread of Life.

Mary Ann Lathbury.

William F. Sherwio.

1. Break Thou the bread of life, Dear Lord, to me,As Thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea. 2. Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me, to me, As Thou didst bless the bread By Gal-i - lee; 3. Teach me to live, dear Lord, On-ly for Thee, As Thy dis - ci-ples lived In Gal • 1 • lee;

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ly Ghost, with light di - vine, Shine up - on this heart of mine; ly Ghost, with pow'r di - vine, Cleanse this guilt - y heart of mine; ly Ghost, with joy di - vine, Cheer this sad - dened heart of mine; ly Spir it, all di – vine, Dwell with - in this heart of mine;

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Chase the shades of night & way, Turn my dark-ness in to day.
Long hath sin with - out con - trol, Held do - min - ion o'er my soul.
Bid my man - y woes de - part, Heal my wound-ed, bleed-ing heart.
Cast down ev 'ry i • dol-throne, Reign su - preme-and reign & - - lone.

No. 232

Edward Hopper.

Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me.

J. E. Gould.



1. Je - sus, Sav • ior, pi • lot

0 - ver life's tem - pes-tuous sea: D. C.-Chart and com - pass come from Thee, Je - sus, Sav - ior, pi • lot me.

D. C.

Un-known waves be - fore me


Hid - ing rocks and treach'rous shoal;

2 As a mother stills her child,

Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will
When Thou say'st to them "Be still!"
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me,

3 When at last I near the shore,

And the fearful breakers roar
Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."

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