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Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
m 3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
mp 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
T even, ere the sun was set,
O in what divers pains they met!
What if Thy form we cannot see,
We know and feel that Thou art here.
30 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel :
For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had; 4 And some are pressed with worldly
And some are tried with sinful doubt; And some such grievous passions tear That only Thou canst cast them out;
When the even was come, they brought unto Him many that were possessed with devils : and He cast out the spirits with His word, and healed all that were sick.'
5 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee; 6 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within. m70 Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man: Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide;
8 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
May Thine angel guards defend us,
2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping;
E. J. HOPKINS.
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The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: He shall preserve thy soul.'
Who the day for toil hast given,