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Hymn 211: Full speed along the world's highway

HYMN CCXI.

Full speed along the world's highway, By crowds of eager travellers trod, My soul, my soul, a moment stay, To hold communion with thy God.

He spake with Abraham at the oak, He call'd Elisha from the plough, David He from the sheep-folds took; Thy day, Thy hour of grace is now.

Earth, with thy vanities, depart! My God, I stand alone with Thee; Thine eye is looking on my heart; Oh! what a noon is risen on me!

Struck to the ground, like conscious Saul, And blinded with the sudden view, Trembling, astonish'd, "Lord," I call, What wouldst Thou have Thy servant do?"

My sins, as fresh-committed, rise; My secret sins, by darkness seal'd, Before my Judge's flaming eyes, Are all in naked guilt reveal'd.

Lord, lay Thine hand upon my head; A touch, a word, will make me whole; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, Peace, pardon, comfort, to my soul.

Then, though I shudder at Thy sight, Through Him who my offences bore, In light, as God is in the light, I walk by faith, and sin no more.