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464
CI. THE SAME.
Hymn 2.
[Jesu, go not far from me]
Jesu, go not far from me,
For sin is hard at hand,
I have none to help but Thee,
Enable me to stand.
Hear out of the deep my cry,
And help me now as heretofore;
Save me, save me, or I die,
I fall to rise no more.
For sin is hard at hand,
I have none to help but Thee,
Enable me to stand.
Hear out of the deep my cry,
And help me now as heretofore;
Save me, save me, or I die,
I fall to rise no more.
God of my salvation, hear,
In this my time of need;
See the day of battle near,
And screen my naked head;
Send me succour from on high,
And hide me till the storm is o'er;
Save me, &c.
In this my time of need;
See the day of battle near,
And screen my naked head;
Send me succour from on high,
And hide me till the storm is o'er;
Save me, &c.
Thou hast oft my refuge been,
And Thou art still the same;
Snatch me from the jaws of sin,
O quench the violent flame,
Bring Thy great salvation nigh,
Stir up Thine interposing power,
Save me, &c.
And Thou art still the same;
Snatch me from the jaws of sin,
O quench the violent flame,
Bring Thy great salvation nigh,
Stir up Thine interposing power,
Save me, &c.
Help on Thee, Thou mighty One,
For all mankind is laid;
Let it now on me be shown,
Be Thou my present aid,
O come quickly, and stand by
My soul throughout the trying hour;
Save me, &c.
For all mankind is laid;
Let it now on me be shown,
Be Thou my present aid,
O come quickly, and stand by
My soul throughout the trying hour;
Save me, &c.
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Help me now, but let me still
My want of help confess,
Hang upon Thy arm, and feel
My utter helplessness;
Only this be all my cry,
Till Thou my ruin'd soul restore;
Save me, save me, or I die,
I fall to rise no more.
My want of help confess,
Hang upon Thy arm, and feel
My utter helplessness;
Only this be all my cry,
Till Thou my ruin'd soul restore;
Save me, save me, or I die,
I fall to rise no more.
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