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No. 233.

My Faith Looks Up to Thee.

Ray Palmer.

Lowell Mason.

1. My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Cal- v& -ry, Sav-ior di - vine; Now hear me 2. May Thy rich grace im-part Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal in-spire; As Thou hast 3. While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread,Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness

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while I pray, Take all my sin 8-way, Olet me from this day Be whol-ly Thine! died for me, 0 may my love to Thee, Pure, warm,and changeless be, -A liv-ing fire! turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears a-way, Nor let me ev-er stray From Thee e-side.

No. 234.

The Great Physician.

Wm. Hunter.

J. H. Stockton.





D. S.

Sweetest note in ser - aph song,

Sweet-est name on mor - tal tongue,

3 All glory to the dying Lamb!

I now believe in Jesus;
I love the blessed Savior's name,

I love the name of Jesus.

4 His name dispels my guilt and fear,

No other name but Jesus;
Oh! how my soul delights to hear

The charming name of Jesus.

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Teach me some mel - 0 - dious son- net, Sung by flam - ing tongues a - bove;

2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it.

Seal it for Thy courts above.

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No. 241. My Jesus, I Love Thee.

London Hymn Book.

A. J. Gordon.

1. { Hour Thee sus the love. Thee, I know Thou art mine; } My gra-cious Re-deem 2. {And

} I love Thee for wear

love Thee, be - cause Thou hast first lov - ed me,

v& -ry's tree;

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er, my Sav - ior art Thou; If ev • er I loved Thee, my Je - sus, 't is now. ing the thorns on Thy brow; If ev - er I loved Thee, my Je sus, 't is now.

3 In mansions of glory and endless delight,

I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 't is now.

No. 242.

M. M. W.

Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide.

M. M. Wells. FINE.

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