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98 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey ; Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail : come without delay !

1 SAVIOUR, shine, and cheer my soul : Bid my dying hopes revive ; Make my wounded spirit whole ; Far away the tempter drive ; Speak the word, and set me free ; Let me live alone to thee.

2 Shall I sigh and pray in vain, Wilt thou still refuse to hear ; Wilt thou not return again ; Must I yield to black despair ? Thou hast taught my heart to pray. Canst thou turn thy face away ?

3 Once I thought my mountain strong, Firmly fix d, no more to move ; Then thy grace was all my song, Then my soul was fill d with love : Those were happy golden days, Sweetly spent in pray r and praise.

4 When my friends have said, &quot; Beware. Soon or late you ll find a change,&quot; I could see no cause for fear, Vain their caution seem d and strange : Not a cloud obscured my sky, Could I think a tempest nigh ?

5 Little then myself I knew. Little thought of Satan s power ; Now I find their words were true, Now I feel the stormy hour ! Sin has put my joys to flight, Sin has changed my day to night.