Appendix [to a collection of hymns. Pp.263-328.].

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˹éÒ 293 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
˹éÒ 287 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
˹éÒ 292 - AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase ; So longs my soul, O GOD, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my GOD, the living GOD, My thirsty soul doth pine ; O ! when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine...
˹éÒ 303 - Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood ! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred Stream, that heavenly Food.
˹éÒ 312 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to- Heaven, Saved by His precious- Blood.
˹éÒ 271 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend. Here I'll sit for ever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
˹éÒ 311 - He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And his shelter was a stable, And his cradle was a stall : With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
˹éÒ 310 - NOW the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
˹éÒ 286 - O sweet and blessed country, The home of GOD'S elect ! O sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect ! JESUS, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest ; Who art, with GOD the FATHER, And SPIRIT, ever blest.
˹éÒ 278 - The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint ; How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint...

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