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My Shepherd will supply my need

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S89 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English
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My God, in whom are all the springs

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S85 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English
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My God, what silken cords are thine!

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S86 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, what silken cords are thine! How soft, and yet how strong! While power, and truth, and love combine To draw our souls along. 2 Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the yoke Of satan and of sin: Thy hand the iron bondage broke, Our worthless hearts to win. 3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins One moment takes away; And grace, when first the war begins, Secures the crowning day. 4 Comfort thro' all this vale of tears In rich profusion flows, And glory of unnumber'd years Eternity bestows. 5 Drawn by such cords we onward move, "Till round thy throne we meet; And captives in the chains of love, Embrace our Conqueror's feet. Scripture: Hosea 11:4 Languages: English
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My hope, my all, my Saviour thou

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S87 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou, To thee, lo! now my soul I bow: I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, I find thee, Saviour, in my heart. 2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, Protect me through my life's short day; In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep me, Saviour, near thy side, 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me; As I have need, my Saviour be: And if I would from thee depart, Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart. 4 In fierce temptations darkest hour, Save me from sin and Satan's pow'r Tear ev'ry idol from thy throne, And reign, my Saviour--reign alone. 5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er, Then shall I sigh and weep no more; My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endless day. Languages: English
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My Saviour, my almighty Friend

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S88 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English
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And must I be to judgment brought

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S5 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day For ev'ry vain and idle thought, And ev'ry word I say? 2 Yes, ev'ry secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert, For all that I have done. 3 How careful then ought I to live; With what religious fear; Who such a strict account must give For my behaviour here! 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful pow'r bestow! So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. 5 If now thou "standest at the door," O let me feel thee near! And make my peace with God, before I at the thy bar appear. Languages: English
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Arise, my soul, arise

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S6 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Saviour stands: My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; With his redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood was spilt for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me: Forgive him, O forgive they cry! Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear annointed one; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 To God I'm reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear: He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father! cry. Languages: English
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As birds their infant brood protect

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S7 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 As birds their infant brood protect And spread their wings to shelter them; Thus saith the Lord to his elect, "So shall I guard Jerusalem." 2 And what then is Jerusalem, This darling object of his care? Where is its worth in God's esteem? Who built it?--who inhabits there? 3 Jehovah founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son; There dwell the saints, once foes to God The sinners whom he calls his own. 4 There, though besieg'd on ev'ry side, Yet much belov'd and guarded well; From age to age they have defied The utmost force of earth and hell. 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city hath a sure defence; Her name is call'd "The Lord is there," And who has power to drive them thence. Scripture: Ezekiel 48:35 Languages: English
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Ascend thy throne, almighty King

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S8 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ascend thy throne, almighty King, And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. 3 O let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord; Let saints, and angels praise thy name, Be thou thro' heaven and earth ador'd. Scripture: Matthew 6:10 Languages: English
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Awake my zeal, awake my love

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S10 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake my zeal, awake my love, And serve my Saviour here below, In works which all the saints above, Which holy angels cannot do. 2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, Though veils of darkness lie between; Hope shall rest firm upon his word, And faith rejoice in things unseen. 3 Awake my charity, and feed The hungry soul and clothe the poor; In heav'n are found no sons in need, There all these duties are no more. 4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul Maintain the fight, the work pursue, Daily thy rising sins controul, And be thy vict'ries ever new. 5 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no fields of battle there, Lord I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. 6 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labours cease, May I possess the promis'd crown. Languages: English

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