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 23 man that so commended his carnal kindred, Luke xi. 28. Blessed are they that hear the word of God, and do the same, Amen.

HYMN.

JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly. While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; O receive soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee? Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.