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The Book of Praise.
When, weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting-place, And fainting I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Saviour, plead for me !
When I have err'd and gone astray Afar from Thine and Wisdom's way, And see no glimmering guiding ray, Still, Saviour, plead for me !
WThen Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, O plead for me !
And when my dying hour draws near, Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in Heaven for me !
When the full light of heavenly day Reveals my sins in dread array, Say Thou hast wash'd them all away ; O say, Thou plead'st for me !
Charlotte Elliott. [1835.]
O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen, The faint, the weak, on Thee may lean : Help me, throughout life's varying scene, By faith to cling to Thee !
Blest with communion so Divine, Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine, When, as the branches to the vine. My soul may cling to Thee ?