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336 Till death shall set me free from sin, Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heav n as dark as hell.

4 The pris ner, sent to breathe fresh air, And bless d with liberty again, Would mourn were he condemn d to wear One link of all his former chain.

5 But oh ! no foe invades the bliss When glory crowns the Christian s head; One view of Jesus as he is Will strike all sin for ever dead.

1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child : From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases thee.

2 What thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave : Tis enough that thou wilt care, Why should I the burden bear ?

3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own ; Knows he s neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone : Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide,

4 Thus preserved from Satan s wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears,