By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 JESUS, to thee I now can fly,
      On whom my help is laid:
      Oppressed by sins, I lift my eye,
      And see the shadows fade.

      2 Believing on my Lord, I find
      A sure and present aid:
      On thee alone my constant mind
      Is every moment stayed.

      3 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
      Or strong, I here disclaim:
      I wash my garments in the blood
      Of the atoning Lamb.

      4 Jesus, my Strength, my Life, my Rest,
      On thee will I depend,
      Till summoned to the marriage-feast,
      When faith in sight shall end.