Then came she and worshipped Him, saying, Lord, help me.' HELP us, Lord; each hour of need Thy heavenly succour give; Each hour on earth we live. With contrite anguish sore; O help us, Lord, the more. More firmly to believe; The more shall he receive. Imploring at Thy feet 'T is all we dare entreat. So Thou wilt grant but this; Are light and life and bliss. We know no help but Thee; m m · Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation.' 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! A calm and heavenly frame, How sweet their memory still! A light to shine upon the road d But they have left an aching void That leads me to the Lamb! The world can never fill. Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast. Whate'er that idol be, And worship only Thee. A men. So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. . . с My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God! N Nearer to Thee! That raiseth me, *Nearer, my God, to Thee, The sun gone down, My rest a stone, Nearer, my God, to Thee, 3 Steps unto heaven, In mercy given, с m |