ADDITIONAL HYMN- BOOK.

From strife of tongues, and bitter words, My spirit flies to Thee: oroligeil ol Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me!

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3' Mid trials heavy to be borne, d barot A

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When mortal strength is vain,

A heart with grief and anguish torn, argol A vol A body racked with pain, ozodt buA

-Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, bne Bid every murmur flee,

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My Saviour died for me! O an evol

4 And when Thine awful voice commands This body to decay,

And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away,

Then, though it be in accents weak, ovo And faint and tremblingly,

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Oh, give me strength in death to speak, " My Saviour died for me!"

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mos able 11.10. ATHER, abide with us! the storm- clouds

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In gloomy vengeance o'er the sinking head; Go with us through our pilgrimage, dear Father, odi banorA

Cheer with Thy smile the stormy path we tread.

2 Shepherd, abide with us! our souls are

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For life's pure waters that around Thee flow; no desilge oldmud odt

Pity the spirits that with woe are bursting; Oh, lead us where the heavenly pastures renule soi sono od W grow!