HYMN IV.

JUST as I am,-without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,

Just as I am,

O Lamb of God, I come!

and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt-
With fears within and wars without,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind;

Yea, all I need in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-Thy love unknown.
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine-yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come!

HYMN V.

No more with trembling heart I try
A multitude of things ;

Still wishing to find out that point
From whence salvation springs.
My anchor's cast, cast on a rock
Where I shall ever rest

From all the labour of my thoughts,
And tumults of my breast.

ELIOT.

What is my anchor? If you ask--
A hungry, helpless mind,

Diving with misery for its weight,
grace it find.

Till firmest

What is my rock? 'Tis Jesus Christ,
Whom faithless eyes pass o'er;
Yet there, all sinners anchor may,
Ánd ne'er be shaken more!

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN VI.

FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King

For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring?

Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and

for ease,

For the spring of delight and the sunshine of peace?

Just as I am,-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am,-Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine-yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come!

HYMN V.

No more with trembling heart I try
A multitude of things;

Still wishing to find out that point

From whence salvation springs.

My anchor's cast, cast on a rock
Where I shall ever rest

From all the labour of my thoughts,
And tumults of my breast.

ELIOT.

What is my anchor? If you ask--
A hungry, helpless mind,

Diving with misery for its weight,
Till firmest grace it find.

What is my rock? "Tis Jesus Christ,
Whom faithless eyes pass o'er;
Yet there, all sinners anchor may,
Ánd ne'er be shaken more!

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN VI.

FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King

For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring?

Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and

for ease,

For the spring of delight and the sunshine of peace?