2 The covenant of forgiveness seal, And all thy mighty wonders show; Our hidden enemies expel, And conquering them to conquer go, Till all of pride and wrath be slain, And not one evil thought remain.

3 O, put it in our inward parts The living law of perfect love: Write the new precept on our hearts; We shall not then from thee remove, Who in thy glorious image shine, Thy people, and forever thine.



326. L. M. Beddome.

Inconstancy Lamented.

1 The wandering star and fleeting wind Are emblems of the fickle mind; The morning cloud and early dew Bring our inconstancy to view.

2 But cloud and wind and dew and star, Only a faint resemblance bear; Nor can there aught in nature be So changeable and frail as we.

3 Our outward walk and inward frame Are scarcely through an hour the same: We vow, and straight our vows forget, And then those very vows repeat.

4 With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess Our folly and unsteadfastness: When shall these hearts more stable be, Fixed by thy grace alone on thee?



327. S. M. Jervis.

God's Mercy to the Penitent.

1 Sweet is the friendly voice Which speaks of life and peace; Which bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease.

2 No balm on earth like this Can cheer the contrite heart; No flattering dreams of earthly bliss Such pure delight impart.

3 Still merciful and kind, Thy mercy, Lord, reveal: The broken heart thy love can bind, The wounded spirit heal.

4 Thy presence shall restore Peace to my anxious breast: Lord, let my steps be drawn no more From paths which thou hast blessed.



328. L. M. Doddridge.

Returning to God.

1 Lord, we have wandered from thy way, Like foolish sheep have gone astray, Our pleasant pastures we have left, And of their guard our souls bereft.

2 Exposed to want, exposed to harm, Far from our gentle Shepherd's arm; Nor will these fatal wanderings cease, Till thou reveal the paths of peace.

3 O seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord, Nor let us quite forget thy word; Our erring feet do thou restore, And keep us that we stray no more.



329. L. M. Steele.

Sense of Sin.

1 Jesus demands this heart of mine, Demands my love, my joy, my care, But ah, how dead to things divine, How cold my best affections are!

2 'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power, Divides my Saviour from my sight; O, for one happy, shining hour Of sacred freedom, sweet delight!

3 Come, gracious Lord; thy love can raise My captive powers from sin and death, And fill my heart and life with praise, And tune my last, expiring breath.



330. C. M. Breviary.

The True Penitent.

1 O sinner! bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer: But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there.

2 To beat the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee: Thy secret soul he bids thee bend In true humility.

3 O righteous Judge! if thou wilt deign To grant us what we need; We pray for time to turn again, And grace to turn indeed.



331. L. M. Richter.

Translated by J. Wesley.

Devout Penitence.

1 My soul before thee prostrate lies; To thee, her source, my spirit flies; My wants I mourn, my chains I see; O let thy presence set me free.

2 In life's short day, let me yet more Of thy enlivening power implore; My mind must deeper sink in thee, My foot stand firm from wandering free.

3 Take full possession of my heart; The lowly mind of Christ impart; I still will wait, O Lord, on thee, Till, in thy light, the light I see.

4 One only care my soul should know, Father, all thy commands to do; Oh! deep engrave it on my breast, That I in thee alone am blest.



332. C. M. C. Wesley.

Vain Repentance.

1 Times without number have I prayed, "This only once forgive;" Relapsing when thy hand was stayed, And suffered me to live.

2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace, Lord, to my heart restore; Forgive my vain repentances, And bid me sin no more.



333. P. M. Heber.

"There is Joy in Heaven over one Sinner that Repenteth."

1 There was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! When this goodly world to frame, The Lord of light and mercy came: Shouts of joy were heard on high, And the stars sang from the sky, "Glory to God in heaven!"

2 There was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! When of love the midnight beam Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem; And along the echoing hill Angels sang—"On earth good will, And glory in the heaven!"

3 There is joy in heaven! There is joy in heaven! When the sheep that went astray Turns again to virtue's way; When the soul by grace subdued Sobs its prayer of gratitude, Then is there joy in heaven!



334. 7s. M. Merrick.

Freedom from Error, Guilt and Folly.

1 Blest Instructor! from thy ways Who can tell how oft he strays? Save from error's growth our mind, Leave not, Lord, one root behind.

2 Purge us from the guilt that lies Wrapt within our heart's disguise; Let us thence, by thee renewed, Each presumptuous sin exclude.

3 Let our tongues, from error free, Speak the words approved by thee: To thine all-observing eyes, Let our thoughts accepted rise.

4 While we thus thy name adore, And thy healing grace implore, Blest Instructor! bow thine ear: God our strength! propitious hear.



335. 6s. & 4s. M. R. Palmer.

For Divine Guidance.

1 O God, thy grace impart! Revive my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; Reveal thyself to me, And may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be,— A living fire.

2 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.

3 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, O Father, then in love, Fear and distress remove, And bear me safe above,— A ransomed soul.



336. C. P. M. Henry Moore.

Pardon.

1 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring The welcome promise of the spring, And soft the vernal gale: Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, The voice of nature and of love, That gladden every vale.

2 But softer in the mourner's ear Sounds the mild voice of mercy near, That whispers sins forgiven; And sweeter far the music swells, When to the raptured soul she tells Of peace and promised heaven.

3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground; And groves and gardens blooming round, Unnumbered charms unfold: Bright is the sun's meridian ray, And bright the beams of setting day, That robe the clouds in gold.

4 But far more fair the pious breast, In richer robes of goodness dressed, Where heaven's own graces shine; And brighter far the prospects rise, That burst on faith's delighted eyes, From glories all divine.



337. L. M. Cowper.

Peace after a Storm.

1 When darkness long has veiled my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Creator! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee.

3 O! let me then at length be taught, What I am still so slow to learn,— That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my God! one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious child is still.



338. L. M. Mrs. Cotterill.

For a Life devoted to God's Glory.

1 O thou, who hast at thy command The hearts of all men in thy hand! Our wayward, erring hearts incline To have no other will but thine.

2 Our wishes, our desires, control; Mould every purpose of the soul; O'er all may we victorious be That stands between ourselves and thee.

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to thee, When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

4 And while we to thy glory live, May we to thee all glory give, Until the final summons come, That calls thy willing servants home.



CHRISTIAN CHARACTER AND LIFE.



339. L. M. Watts.

"Ye shall know them by their Fruits."

1 So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess: So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour, God, When the salvation reigns within. And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride, While justice, temperance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word.



340. C. M. Gisborne.

The Christian's Life and his Hope.

1 A soldier's course, from battles won To new-commencing strife; A pilgrim's, restless as the sun— Behold the Christian's life!

2 O! let us seek our heavenly home, Revealed in sacred lore; The land whence pilgrims never roam, Where soldiers war no more;

3 Where grief shall never wound, nor death, Beneath the Saviour's reign; Nor sin, with pestilential breath, His holy realm profane;

4 The land where, suns and moons unknown, And night's alternate sway, Jehovah's ever-burning throne Upholds unbroken day;

5 Where they who meet shall never part; Where grace achieves its plan; And God, uniting every heart, Dwells face to face with man.



341. L. M. E. Taylor.

"Thou shalt love the Lord thy God."

1 "Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord, With all thy heart, and soul, and mind:" So speaks to man that sacred word, For counsel and reproof designed.

2 "With all thy heart;" no idol thing, Though close around the heart it twine, Its interposing shade must fling, To darken that pure love of thine.

3 "With all thy mind;" each varied power, Creative fancy, musings high, And thoughts that glance behind, before, These must religion sanctify.

4 "With soul and strength;" thy days of ease, While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace, All must be freely brought to him.



342. C. M. Doddridge.

Walking with God.

1 Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven, While yet they sojourn here, Do all their days with God begin, And spend them in his fear.

2 'Midst hourly cares, may love present Its incense to thy throne; And while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone.

3 As sanctified to noblest ends, Be each refreshment sought; And by each various providence Some wise instruction brought.

4 When to laborious duties called, Or by temptations tried, We'll seek the shelter of thy wings, And in thy strength confide.

5 In solid, pure delights like these, Let all our days be past; Nor shall we then impatient wish, Nor shall we fear, the last.



343. S. M. Heath.

Watchfulness and Prayer inculcated.

1 My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies.

2 O, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode.



344. L. M. Watts.

The Beatitudes.

1 Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.

2 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread.

3 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.

4 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace.

5 Blest are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; Glory and joy are their reward.



345. L. M. Rippon's Coll.

Patience.

1 Patience, O, 't is a grace divine, Sent from the God of peace and love, That leans upon our Father's arm, As through the wilds of life we rove.

2 By patience, we serenely bear The troubles of our mortal state, And wait, contented, our discharge, Nor think our glory comes too late.

3 O, for this grace to aid us on, And arm with fortitude the breast, Till, life's tumultuous voyage o'er, We reach the shores of endless rest.

4 Faith into vision shall resign, Hope shall in full fruition die, And patience in possession end, In the bright worlds of bliss on high.



346. 7s. M. Merrick.

"Who shall abide in thy tabernacle?" Ps. 15.

1 Who shall towards thy chosen seat Turn, O Lord, his favored feet? Who shall at thine altar bend? Who shall Zion's hill ascend? Who, great God, a welcome guest, On thy holy mountain rest?

2 He whose heart thy love has warmed, He whose will, to thine conformed, Bids his life unsullied run; He whose word and thought are one; Who, from sin's contagion free, Lifts his willing soul to thee.

3 He who thus, with heart unstained, Treads the path by thee ordained, He shall towards thy chosen seat Turn, O Lord, his favored feet; He thy ceaseless care shall prove, He shall share thy constant love.



347. C. M. Tate & Brady.

The Same.

1 Lord, who's the happy man, that may To thy blest courts repair, Not, stranger-like, to visit them, But to inhabit there?

2 'Tis he whose every thought and deed By rules of virtue moves; Whose generous tongue disdains to speak The thing his heart disproves;

3 Who never did a slander forge, His neighbor's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report, By malice whispered round;

4 Who to his plighted vows and trust Has ever firmly stood; And though he promise to his loss, He makes his promise good.

5 The man who by this steady course Has happiness ensured, When earth's foundations shake, shall stand By Providence secured.



348. S. M. Anonymous.

"Blessed are the Meek."

1 "Blest are the meek," he said, Whose doctrine is divine; The humble-minded earth possess, And bright in heaven will shine.

2 While here on earth they stay, Calm peace with them shall dwell, And cheerful hope and heavenly joy Beyond what tongue can tell.

3 The God of peace is theirs; They own his gracious sway; And yielding all their wills to him, His sovereign laws obey.

4 O gracious Father, grant, That we this influence feel, That all we hope, or wish, may be Subjected to thy will.



349. L. M. Scott.

The Blessing of Meekness.

1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth celestial day.

2 His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath th' Almighty wing, Hostile to none, of none afraid.

3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Inspire our breasts, our souls possess; Repel each passion rude and wild, And bless us as we aim to bless.



350. C. M. M. W. Hale.

The Pure Heart.

1 Whatever dims thy sense of truth, Or stains thy purity, Though light as breath of summer air Count it as sin to thee.

2 Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts From every blemish free, While the Redeemer's lowly faith Its temple makes with thee.

3 And pray of God, that grace be given To tread time's narrow way:— How dark soever it may be, It leads to cloudless day.



351. S. M. Keble.

"Blessed are the Pure in Heart."

1 Blest are the pure in heart For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs, Their soul is Christ's abode.

2 Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And for his temple and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart.



352. C. M. Watts.

Prudence.

1 O, 't is a lovely thing to see A man of prudent heart, Whose thoughts and lips and life agree To act a useful part.

2 When envy, strife, and wars begin, In fierce, contentious souls, Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals.

3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their anger rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes.

4 Their lives are prudence mixed with love; Good works employ their day; They join the serpent with the dove, But cast the sting away.



353. L. M. 6l. Montgomery.

Humility.

1 The bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest:— In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility.

2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet:— Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

3 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bows him down Then most when most his soul ascends:— Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility.



354. C. M. Watts.

Humility and Submission.

1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild; Content, my Father, with thy will And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, And trust a faithful Lord.



355. L. M. Watts.

Love to God and our Neighbor.

1 Thus saith the first, the great command, "Let all thy inward powers unite To love thy Maker and thy God With utmost vigor and delight.

2 "Then shall thy neighbor next in place Share thine affections and esteem; And let thy kindness to thyself Measure and rule thy love to him."

3 This is the sense that Moses spoke; This did the prophets preach and prove, For want of this the law is broke, And the whole law's fulfilled by love.

4 But, O, how base our passions are! How cold our charity and zeal! Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.



356. S. M. L. H. Sigourney.

Active Piety.

1 Servants of Christ, arise, And gird you for the toil; The dew of promise from the skies Already cheers the soil.

2 Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore; And where the sons of sorrow pine, Dispense your hallowed lore.

3 Urge, with a tender zeal, The erring child along, Where peaceful congregations kneel, And pious teachers throng.

4 Be faith, which looks above, With prayer, your constant guest, And wrap the Saviour's changeless love A mantle round your breast.

5 So shall you share the wealth, That earth may ne'er despoil, And the blest gospel's saving health Repay your arduous toil.



357. L. M. Steele.

Example of the Saviour.

1 And is the gospel peace and love? So let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes, Bright pattern of the Christian life!

3 O, how benevolent and kind! How mild! how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And his the rules by which we live.

4 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labors of his life were love; If, then, we love our Saviour's name Thus let us our relation prove.



358. S. M. Doddridge.

"Again, I say—Watch!"

1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of his heavenly word, And watchful at his gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name.

3 Watch,—'tis your Lord's command; And while we speak, he's near; Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear.

4 O, happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see And be with honor crowned.



359. S. M. Bulfinch.

The Use of Present Opportunities.

1 Children of light, awake, At Jesus' call arise, Forth with your leader to partake His toils, his victories.

2 Ye must not idly stand, His sacred voice who hear; Arm for the strife the feeble hand, The holy standard rear.

3 Nought doth the world afford, But toil must be the price; Wilt thou not, servant of the Lord, Then toil for paradise?

4 Awake, ye sons of light, Strive till the prize be won; Far spent already is the night; The day comes brightening on.



360. C. M. H. K. White.

The Christian's Contest, Rest, and Hope.

1 Through sorrow's night and danger's way Amid the deepening gloom, The soldiers of an injured King Are marching to the tomb.

2 Their service done, securely laid In this their last retreat, Unheeded o'er their silent dust The storms of life shall beat.

3 Yet not thus lifeless in the grave The vital spark shall lie; O'er nature's ruins it shall rise, To reach its kindred sky.

4 Then heaven's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays; And the long silent dust shall wake In strains of endless praise.



361. C. M. Anonymous.

The whole Armor.

1 O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way, And to thy armor cling; With girded loins the call obey That grace and mercy bring.

2 There is a battle to be fought, An upward race to run, A crown of glory to be sought, A victory to be won.

3 O, faint not, Christian, for thy sighs Are heard before His throne; The race must come before the prize, The cross before the crown.



362. L. M. Montgomery.

The Christian Warrior.

1 The Christian warrior, see him stand In the whole armor of his God; The spirit's sword is in his hand; His feet are with the gospel shod.

2 In panoply of truth complete, Salvation's helmet on his head, With righteousness, a breastplate meet, And faith's broad shield before him spread.

3 With this omnipotence he moves; From this the alien armies flee; Till more than conqueror he proves, Through Christ, who gives him victory.

4 Thus strong in his Redeemer's strength, Sin, death and hell he tramples down,— Fights the good fight; and takes at length, Through mercy, an immortal crown.



363. L. M. G. Rogers.

Religion.

1 Religion! in its blessed ray All thought of hopeless sorrow flies, Despair and anguish melt away Where'er its healing beams arise. How dark our sinful world would be— A flowerless desert, dry and drear! Did not this light, O God, from thee Its gloom dispel, its aspect cheer.

2 Oh! by it many a heart is soothed, Which else would be with sorrow crushed, And many a dying pillow smoothed, And sob of parting anguish hushed. Across the troubled sky of time It doth the bow of promise bend, A symbol of that cloudless clime That waits the soul when time shall end.

3 Religion! may its holy light Our footsteps guide to paths of peace! Our solace in deep sorrow's night, Our stay as mortal powers decrease. With this our guide, we care not when Death's signal to depart is given; Its word shall bring our spirits then The calm and holy peace of heaven.



364. L. M. Watts.

The Humble and Pure Accepted.

1 Thus saith the high and lofty One: "I sit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity.

2 "But I descend to worlds below; On earth I have a mansion too; The humble spirit, and contrite, Is an abode of my delight.

3 "The humble soul my words revive; I bid the mourning sinner live; Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind.

4 "The soul that seeks me shall obtain Immortal wealth and heavenly gain; Eternal life is his reward, Life, and the favor of the Lord."



365. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

A Call to Prayer.

1 They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we love a life of prayer, God is present everywhere.

2 In our sickness, in our health; In our want or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere.

3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer, God is present everywhere.

4 Then, my soul, in every strait, To thy Father, come and wait; He will answer every prayer, God is present everywhere.



366. C. M. Anonymous.

Secret Prayer.

1 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream In earnest pleading flows! Devotion dwells upon the theme, And warm and warmer glows.

2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires; Hope points the upward gaze; And Love, celestial Love, inspires The eloquence of praise.

3 But sweeter far the still, small voice, Unheard by human ear, When God has made the heart rejoice, And dried the bitter tear.

4 No accents flow, no words ascend; All utterance faileth there; But Christian spirits comprehend, And God accepts the prayer.



367. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Warfare of the Soul.

1 Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes! See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.

2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above, Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

4 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth and powers of hell, The man of Calvary triumphed here;— Why should his faithful followers fear?



368. C. M. Doddridge.

The Christian Race.

1 Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.

3 'T is God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'T is his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye;—

4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.



369. C. M. Watts.

Christian Courage and Self-denial.

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.

4 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they're slain: They see the triumph from afar, And soon with Christ shall reign.

5 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine.



370. L. M. Watts.

The Christian Race.

1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the strength of every saint.

3 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength, Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.



371. C. M. Montgomery.

What is Prayer?

1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, The watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry "Behold, he prays!"



372. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans.

"I will that men pray everywhere."

1 Child, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy daily work to leave; Pray! ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee!

2 Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor, on the darkening sea— Lift the heart and bend the knee!



373. 7s. & 6s. M. Edin. Lit. Review.

Pray without ceasing.

1 Go when the morning shineth, Go when the noon is bright, Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night; Go with pure mind and feeling, Cast earthly thought away, And, in thy closet kneeling, Do thou in secret pray.

2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be; Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And blend with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.

3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way, E'en then the silent breathing, Thy spirit raised above, Will reach his throne of glory, Where dwells eternal love.

4 O, not a joy or blessing With this can we compare,— The grace our Father gave us To pour our souls in prayer: Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, Before his footstool fall; Remember, in thy gladness, His love who gave thee all.



374. L. M. Watts.

"We walk by faith, not by sight."

1 'T is by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

2 The want of sight she well supplies; She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she flies, And brings eternal glories near.

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray; Though lions roar and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way.

4 So Abraham, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road.



375. C. M. Salisbury Coll.

The Power of Faith.

1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings, And softens all our cares.

2 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live.

3 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign, And bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain.

4 On that bright prospect may we rest, Till this frail body dies; And then, on faith's triumphant wings, To endless glory rise.



376. S. H. M. Christian Watchman.

Excellence of Faith.

1 Faith is the Christian's prop Whereon his sorrows lean; It is the substance of his hope, His proof of things unseen; It is the anchor of his soul When tempests rage and billows roll.

2 Faith is the polar star That guides the Christian's way, Directs his wanderings from afar To realms of endless day; It points the course where'er he roam, And safely leads the pilgrim home.

3 Faith is the rainbow's form, Hung on the brow of heaven, The glory of the passing storm, The pledge of mercy given; It is the bright, triumphal arch, Through which the saints to glory march.



377. C. M. Bath Coll.

Prayer for Strong Faith.

1 O, for a faith that will not shrink Though pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe!—

2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God;—

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt;—

4 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home.



378. C. M. Sidney.

Hope.

1 Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave, The beacon's light appears, When yawns the seaman's watery grave, And his lone bosom cheers.

2 Then, should the raging ocean foam, His heart shall dauntless prove, To reach, secure, his cherished home, The haven of his love.

3 So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom, To worldly grief a prey, Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb, Illume the pilgrim's way.

4 They point to that serene abode Where holy faith shall rest, Protected by the sufferer's God, And be forever blest.



379. 7s. M. Cennick.

The Christian rejoicing in Hope.

1 Children of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward.

4 Lord, submissive make us go, Ready, leaving all below; Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee.



380. C. M. H. H. Hawley.

The Hope, the Star, the Voice.

1 There is a hope, a blessed hope, More precious and more bright Than all the joyless mockery The world esteems delight.

2 There is a star, a lovely star, That lights the darkest gloom, And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er The prospects of the tomb.

3 There is a voice, a cheering voice, That lifts the soul above, Dispels the painful, anxious doubt, And whispers, "God is love."

4 That voice, aloud from Calvary's height, Proclaims the soul forgiven; That star is revelation's light; That hope, the hope of heaven.



381. C. M. Drennan.

Law of Love.

1 All nature feels attractive power, A strong, embracing force; The drops that sparkle in the shower, The planets in their course.

2 Thus, in the universe of mind, Is felt the law of love; The charity both strong and kind, For all that live and move.

3 In this fine sympathetic chain All creatures bear a part; Their every pleasure, every pain, Linked to the feeling heart.

4 More perfect bond, the Christian plan Attaches soul to soul; Our neighbor is the suffering man, Though at the farthest pole.

5 To earth below, from heaven above, The faith in Christ professed, More clearly shows that God is love, And whom he loves is blessed.



382. C. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1 O, may our sympathizing breasts The generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy, And weep for others' woe!

2 Where'er the helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid.

3 O, be the law of love fulfilled In every act and thought, Each angry passion far removed, Each selfish view forgot!

4 Be thou, my heart, dilated wide With this kind, social grace, And, in one grasp of fervent love, All earth and heaven embrace.



383. C. M. Watts.

Love to God.

1 Happy the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge—alas! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear; Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.

3 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In realms of endless peace.

4 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our gracious God.



384. L. M. Browne.

Love to all Mankind.

1 O God, my Father, and my King, Of all I have, or hope, the spring! Send down thy spirit from above, And fill my heart with heavenly love.

2 May I from every act abstain, That hurts or gives another pain: And bear a sympathizing part, Whene'er I meet a wounded heart.

3 And let my neighbor's prosperous state A mutual joy in me create; His virtuous triumph let me join; His peace and happiness be mine.

4 And though my neighbor's hate I prove, Still let me vanquish hate with love; And every secret wish suppress, That would abridge his happiness.

5 Let love through all my conduct shine, An image fair, though faint, of thine! Thus let me his disciple prove, Who came to manifest thy love.



385. C. M. Roscoe.

The Two Commandments.

1 This is the first and great command— To love thy God above; And this the second—as thyself Thy neighbor thou shalt love.

2 Who is my neighbor? He who wants The help which thou canst give; And both the law and prophets say, This do, and thou shalt live.



386. C. M. Watts.

Christ's Love to Enemies our Example.

1 God of our mercy and our praise, Thy glory is our song; We'll speak the honors of thy grace With a rejoicing tongue.

2 When Christ among the sons of men In humble form was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain, They compassed him around.

3 Their miseries his compassion moved, Their peace he still pursued; They rendered hatred for his love, And evil for his good.

4 Their malice raged without a cause; Yet, with his dying breath, He prayed for murderers on his cross, And blest his foes in death.

5 O, may his conduct, all divine, To us a model prove: Like his, O God, our hearts incline Our enemies to love.



387. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

Faith, Hope and Charity.

1 Faith, hope, and love, now dwell on earth, And earth by them is blest; But faith and hope must yield to love, Of all the graces best.

2 Hope shall to full fruition rise, And faith be sight above; These are the means, but this the end, For saints forever love.



388. L. M. Montgomery.

The Christian Graces.

1 Faith, hope, and charity, these three, Yet is the greatest charity; Father of lights, these gifts impart To mine and every human heart.

2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail, Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail, And charity, whose name above Is God's own name, for God is love.

3 The morning star is lost in light, Faith vanishes at perfect sight, The rainbow passes with the storm And hope with sorrow's fading form.

4 But charity, serene, sublime, Beyond the reach of death and time, Like the blue sky's all-bounding space, Holds heaven and earth in its embrace.



389. C. M. Watts.

A Living and a Dead Faith.

1 Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust.

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ the living head.

3 'T is faith that purifies the heart; 'T is faith that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.

4 This faith shall every fear control By its celestial power, With holy triumph fill the soul In death's approaching hour.



390. L. M. Scott.

"Two men went up into the temple to pray."

1 The uplifted eye, and bended knee, Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee; In vain our lips thy praise prolong, The heart a stranger to the song.

2 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Sincere, and to thy will resigned, To thee a nobler offering yields, Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.

3 Love God and man—this great command, Doth on eternal pillars stand; This did thine ancient prophets teach, And this thy Well-Beloved preach.



391. H. M. Montgomery.

Brotherly Love. Ps. 133.

1 How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree In friendship to unite, And bonds of charity! 'T is like the precious ointment shed O'er all his robes from Aaron's head.

2 'Tis like the dews that fill The cups of Hermon's flowers; Or Zion's fruitful hill, Bright with the drops of showers; When mingling odors breathe around, And glory rests on all the ground.

3 For there the Lord commands Blessings, a boundless store, From his unsparing hands, Yea, life for evermore. Thrice happy they who meet above To spend eternity in love!



392. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Harmony of Love.

1 Lord! subdue our selfish will; Each to each our tempers suit, By thy modulating skill, Heart to heart, as lute to lute.

2 Sweetly on our spirits move; Gently touch the trembling strings: Make the harmony of love, Music for the King of kings!



393. S. M. Watts.

The Bond of Peace.

1 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet.

3 Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love.



394. C. M. Montgomery.

"The unity of the spirit in the bond of peace."

1 The glorious universe around, The heavens with all their train, Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound In one mysterious chain.

2 The earth, the ocean, and the sky, To form one world agree, Where all that walk, or swim, or fly, Compose one family.

3 In one fraternal bond of love, One fellowship of mind, The saints below and saints above Their bliss and glory find.

4 Here in their house of pilgrimage, Thy statutes are their song; There, through one bright, eternal age, Thy praises they prolong.



395. C. M. C. Wesley.

The Church on Earth and in Heaven, One.

1 The saints on earth and those above But one communion make: Joined to their Lord in bonds of love, All of his grace partake.

2 One family, we dwell in him; One church above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream, The swelling stream of death.

3 One army of the living God,— To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

4 O God, be thou our constant guide! And when the word is given, Sustain us o'er the fearful tide, And bring us safe to heaven.



396. S. M. Beddome.

Christian Unity.

1 Let party names no more The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are one in Christ their head.

2 Among the saints on earth Let mutual love be found; Heirs of the same inheritance, With mutual blessings crowned.

3 Let envy and ill-will Be banished far away; Those should in holy friendship dwell, Who the same Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below Resemble that above; Where streams of pleasure always flow, And every heart is love.



397. L. M. Barbauld.

Christian Friendship.

1 How blest the sacred tie that binds In union sweet according minds! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one!

2 To each the soul of each how dear! What jealous love, what holy fear! How doth the generous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!

3 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt and mortal woe; Their ardent prayers together rise Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4 Together shall they seek the place Where God reveals his awful face: How high, how strong, their raptures swell There's none but kindred souls can tell.



398. L. M. Anonymous.

Charitable Judgment.

1 Omniscient God, 'tis thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge from principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2 Who with another's eye can read, Or worship by another's creed? Revering thy command alone, We humbly seek and use our own.

3 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right, Whilst faithful, we obey our light, And judging none, are zealous still To follow, as to learn, thy will.

4 When shall our happy eyes behold Thy people, fashioned in thy mould? And charity our kindred prove Derived from thee, O God of love?



399. L. M. Watts.

The Same.

1 Not different food, nor different dress, Compose the kingdom of our Lord; But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith, and obedience to his word.

2 When weaker Christians we despise, We do the gospel mighty wrong; For God, the gracious and the wise, Receives the feeble with the strong.

3 Let pride and wrath be banished hence, Meekness and love our souls pursue, Nor shall our practice give offence To saints, the Gentile or the Jew.



400. S. M. Scott.

Private Judgment and Accountability.

1 Imposture shrinks from light, And dreads the curious eye; But sacred truths the test invite, They bid us search and try.

2 With understanding blest, Created to be free, Our faith on man we dare not rest, Subject to none but thee.

3 Lord, give the light we need; With soundest knowledge fill; From noxious error guard our creed, From prejudice our will.

4 The truth thou shalt impart, May we with firmness own; Abhorring each evasive art, And fearing thee alone.



401. C. M. Newton.

True Zeal.

1 Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies; Whilst that which often bears the name, Is self but in disguise.

2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear; The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.

3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace; But self contends for names and forms, Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attained its highest aim, Its end is satisfied, If sinners love the Saviour's name,— Nor seeks it aught beside.

5 This idol self, O Lord, dethrone, And from our hearts remove; And let no zeal by us be shown But that which springs from love.



402. C. M. Needham.

Moderation.

1 Happy the man whose cautious steps Still keep the golden mean; Whose life by wisdom's rules well formed, Declares a conscience clean.

2 To sect or party his large soul Disdains to be confined; The good he loves of every name, And prays for all mankind.

3 His business is to keep his heart; Each passion to control; Nobly ambitious well to rule The empire of his soul.

4 Not on the world his heart is set, His treasure is above; Nothing beneath the sovereign good Can claim his highest love.



403. L. M. Sir H. Wotton.

The Independent and Happy Man.

1 How happy is he born or taught, Who serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his highest skill;

2 Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death; Not tied unto the world with care Of prince's ear or vulgar breath;

3 Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than goods to lend, And walks with man from day to day, As with a brother and a friend.

4 This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.



404. C. M. Logan.

Wisdom.

1 O happy is the man, who hears Instruction's warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice.

2 Her treasures are of more esteem Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than all their mines of gold.

3 In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy days; Riches with splendid honors joined, Her left hand full displays.

4 She guides the young with innocence In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.

5 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.



405. C. M. Campbell's Coll.

"They shall walk and not faint."

1 Mere human power shall fast decay, And youthful vigor cease; But they who wait upon the Lord In strength shall still increase.

2 They with unwearied feet shall tread The path of life divine, With growing ardor onward move, With growing brightness shine.

3 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar; Their wings are faith and love; Till, past the cloudy regions here, They rise to heaven above.



406. C. M. Watts.

Hidden Life of the Christian.

1 O happy soul that lives on high, While men lie grovelling here! His hopes are fixed above the sky, And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While grace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God; His God in secret sees; Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time; Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his honors here; Content and pleased to live unknown, Till Christ, his life, appear.



407. 8s. M. C. Wesley.

"That they also may be one in us."

1 Lord, from whom all blessings flow, Perfecting the church below! Steadfast may we cleave to thee; Love the mystic union be. Join our faithful spirits, join Each to each, and all to thine: Lead us through the paths of peace, On to perfect holiness.

2 Sweetly may we all agree, Touched with softest sympathy: There is neither bond nor free, Great nor servile, Lord, in thee; Love, like death, hath all destroyed Rendered all distinctions void! Names, and sects, and parties fall: Thou, O Christ, art all in all!



408. S. M. Steele.

Religion a Support in Life.

1 Religion can assuage The tempest of the soul; And every fear shall lose its rage At her divine control.

2 Through life's bewildered way, Her hand unerring leads; And o'er the path her heavenly ray A cheering lustre sheds.

3 When reason, tired and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid, Thou blest supporter of the mind, How powerful is thine aid!

4 O, let us feel thy power, And find thy sweet relief, To brighten every gloomy hour And soften every grief.



409. C. M. Tate & Brady.

The Righteous and the Wicked.

1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents By ill advice to walk; Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits Where men profanely talk:

2 But makes the perfect law of God His business and delight; Devoutly reads therein by day, And meditates by night.

3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend.

4 Ungodly men, and their attempts, No lasting root shall find; Untimely blasted, and dispersed Like chaff before the wind.



410. C. M. Exeter Coll.

The Influence of Habitual Piety.

1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord! His well established mind, In every varying scene of life, Shall true composure find.

2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea The heavenly footsteps lie; But on a glorious world beyond His faith can fix its eye.

3 Though dark his present prospects be, And sorrows round him dwell, Yet hope can whisper to his soul, That all shall issue well.

4 Full in the presence of his God, Through every scene he goes; And, fearing him, no other fear His steadfast bosom knows.



411. C. M. Proud.

The Happiness of a Christian.

1 When true religion gains a place, And lives within the mind, The sensual life subdued by grace, And all the soul refined:

2 The desert blooms in living green, Where thorns and briers grew; The barren waste is fruitful seen, And all the prospect new.

3 O happy Christian, richly blessed! What floods of pleasure roll! By God and man he stands confessed, In dignity of soul.

4 Substantial, pure, his every joy: His Maker is his friend; The noblest business his employ, And happiness his end.



412. 7s. & 8s. M. Bowring.

"He that walketh uprightly, walketh surely."

1 He who walks in virtue's way, Firm and fearless, walketh surely; Diligent, while yet 'tis day, On he speeds, and speeds securely.

2 Flowers of peace beneath him grow, Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him; Memory's joys behind him go, Hope's sweet angels fly before him.

3 Thus he moves from stage to stage, Smiles of earth and heaven attending; Softly sinking down in age, And at last to death descending.

4 Cradled in its quiet deep, Calm as summer's loveliest even, He shall sleep the hallowed sleep; Sleep that is o'erwatched by Heaven.



413. C. M. Burns.

The Happiness of the Righteous.

1 The man, in life wherever placed, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their guilty lore:

2 Nor from the seat of scornful pride Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe, Still walks before his God.

3 That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below.

4 But he whose blossom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be cast, And, like the rootless stubble, tossed Before the sweeping blast.



414. L. M. Keble.

"Not that thou wouldst take them out of the world, but keep them from its evil."

1 Sweet is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all t' espy Their God, in all themselves deny.

2 O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! How would our hearts with wisdom talk, Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!

3 We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky:

4 The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.



415. 7s. & 6s. M. Cowper.

Joy and Peace in Believing.

1 Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings: It is the Lord, who rises With healing in his wings: When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, "E'en let the unknown morrow Bring with it what it may."

3 It can bring with it nothing, But he will bear us through: Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread.

4 Though vine, nor fig tree neither, Its wonted fruit should bear; Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks, nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice.



416. S. M. Anonymous.

For a Right Spirit.

1 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain The consecrated cross.

2 I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

3 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To thee and thy great name; A zealous, just concern For thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify thy grace.



417. S. M. Watts.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

1 Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.

3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.



418. S. M. Miss Fletcher.

Where is Heaven?

1 Our heaven is everywhere, If we but love the Lord, Unswerving tread the narrow way, And ever shun the broad.

2 'T is where the trusting heart Bows meekly to its grief, Still looking up with earnest faith For comfort and relief.

3 Where guileless infancy In happiness doth dwell, And where the aged one can say "He hath done all things well."

4 Wherever truth abides Sweet peace is ever there; If we but love and serve the Lord, Our heaven is everywhere.



419. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams.

Heaven Here.

1 Heaven is here; its hymns of gladness Cheer the true believer's way, In this world where sin and sadness Often change to night our day.

2 Heaven is here; where misery lightened Of its heavy load is seen, Where the face of sorrow brightened By the deed of love hath been:

3 Where the bound, the poor, despairing Are set free, supplied and blest; Where, in others' anguish sharing, We can find our surest rest.

4 Where we heed the voice of duty Rather than man's praise, or rod; This is heaven,—its peace, its beauty, Radiant with the smile of God.



420. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Case.

God's Kingdom Here.

1 Oh, where, our Saviour! sweeps the line That marks thy kingdom's holy reign? Is it where northern meteors shine Or gilds the cross the southern main? Where breaks the dawn o'er spicy lands? Or twilight sleeps on desert sands?

2 Is it where sunny skies grow dim With smoke of heathen sacrifice? Or where, in costly domes, the hymn Is taught on incense clouds to rise? Nay, nay, thy blessed word has shown Thy kingdom is the heart alone!

3 That solemn world, whose bounds between Life's mysteries of birth and death, Are filled with warring hosts unseen, Beings of power, though not of breath— The spirit realm, where'er it be, Is the dominion swayed by thee.

4 Wild, phantom shapes of gloom and fear, Roam dimly through the haunted spot, And earth holds not a land so drear As the sad heart that owns thee not, Where sorrows wound and pleasures pall, And death's dread shadow darkens all.

5 But lift thy sceptre there, its bowers Shall be serene and sweet and fair, And, as in time's primeval hours, The holy ones shall gather there, And heaven's own peace the soul o'erflow, E'en while it lingers here below.



421. 7s. M. Beaumont.

The Heaven Within.

1 As earth's pageant passes by, Let reflection turn thine eye Inward, and observe thy breast; There alone dwells solid rest.

2 That's a close immured tower, Which can mock all hostile power; To thyself a tenant be, And inhabit safe and free.

3 Say not that this house is small, Girt up in a narrow wall; In a cleanly, sober mind, Heaven itself full room doth find.

4 The infinite Creator can Dwell in it; and may not man? Here, content, make thy abode With thyself and with thy God.



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422. C. M. H. M. Williams.

Habitual Devotion.

1 While thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed— That mercy I adore!

3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear;— That heart shall rest on thee!



423. L. M. Bowring.

Perpetual Praise.

1 When, wakened by thy voice of power, The hour of morning beams in light, My voice shall sing that morning hour, And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright.

2 The morning strengthens into noon; Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair; And noon and morning shall attune My grateful heart to praise and prayer.

3 When 'neath the evening western gate The sun's retiring rays are hid, My joy shall be to meditate, E'en as the pious patriarch did.

4 As twilight wears a darker hue, And gathering night creation dims, The twilight and the midnight, too, Shall have their harmonies and hymns.

5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime, My constant inspirations be; And every shifting scene of time Reflect, my God, a light from thee.



424. C. M. Mrs. Brown.

Secret Prayer.

1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.

3 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven.

4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day.



425. S. M. C. Wesley.

Prayer for Self-Consecration.

1 O God, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hearest prayer.

2 O, for a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly!—

3 A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer!

4 Lord, let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide To better worlds above.



426. L. M. Moore.

Breathings of Grace.

1 Like morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand may sow the seeds of light;

2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit, dark and lost before; And freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there!

3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire; But when he swept its chords along, E'en angels stooped to hear the song.

4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise In music worthy of the skies.



427. S. M. Cowper.

Dependence on God.

1 To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'T is water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul.

2 The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream; It is not at our own command, But still derived from him.

3 Man's wisdom is to seek His strength in God alone; And e'en an angel would be weak, Who trusted in his own.

4 Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide; This more exalts the King of kings Than all your works beside.

5 In God is all our store, Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, "I want no more," Confesses he has none.



428. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery.

The Soul panting for God.

1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see; When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near?

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.



429. L. M. Henry Moore.

Wisdom and Virtue sought from God.

1 Supreme and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! Parent of good! whose blessings flow On all above, and all below:

2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, What nature and thy laws decree; Worthy that intellectual flame, Which from thy breathing spirit came!

3 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim; But with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race.

4 O Father, grace and virtue grant! No more we wish, no more we want: To know, to serve thee, and to love, Is peace below,—is bliss above.



430. C. M. Merrick.

Holy Resignation.

1 Author of good, to thee we turn: Thine ever wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply.

2 O, let thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside.

3 And, O, by error's force subdued, Since oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill,—

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply: The good we ask not; Father, grant; The ill we ask, deny.



431. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley.

Prayer for the Comforter.

1 I want the spirit of power within, Of love, and of a healthful mind; Of power to conquer every sin, Of love to God and all mankind; Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies.

2 O that the Comforter would come, Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And keep possession of my breast; And make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God!



432. L. M. Cotton.

A Peaceful Conscience.

1 While some in folly's pleasures roll, And court the joys that hurt the soul, Be mine that silent, calm repast, A conscience peaceful to the last.

2 With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dismayed; But fearless meet life's dreariest gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb.

3 Amidst the various scenes of ills, Each blow some kind design fulfils; And can I murmur at my God, While love supreme directs the rod?

4 His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day; To milder skies, and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns.



433. L. M. Watts.

Self-knowledge, and Abstraction from Earth.

1 My God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee: Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense; Thy sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone: In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find.



434. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Rising towards Heaven.

1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun,— Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.



435. L. P. M. Anonymous.

Christ Desired.

1 Come, O thou universal good! Balm of the wounded conscience, come! The hungry, dying spirit's food; The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home; Haven to take the shipwrecked in, My everlasting rest from sin!

2 Come, O my comfort and delight! My strength and health, and shield, and sun My boast, my confidence, and might, My joy, my glory, and my crown; My gospel-hope, my calling's prize, My tree of life, my paradise.



436. C. M. Newton.

"Unto you who believe he is precious."

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, It calms the troubled breast; 'T is manna to the hungry soul, And, to the weary, rest.

3 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought, But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.

4 Till then I would thy love proclaim, With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.



437. 11s. M. Mrs. Hale.

The Lord's Prayer.

1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same! O give to us daily our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.

2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion which pardons each foe: Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever—Amen.



438. C. M. T. Whittemore.

The Same.

1 Our Father, who in heaven art, All hallowed be thy name: Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, On earth, in heaven the same.

2 Give us this day our daily bread, Our debts, O Lord, forgive, As we forgive our enemies And thus obedient live.

3 Into temptation lead us not, From evil keep us clean; Thine is the kingdom, glory, power Forevermore, Amen.



439. S. M. Montgomery.

The Same.

1 Our heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now:— Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow.

2 Thy kingdom come; thy will On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfil Thy perfect law above.

3 Our daily bread supply, While by thy word we live; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive, as we forgive.

4 From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end.

5 Thine, then, forever be Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine.



440. C. M. Anonymous.

The Lord's Prayer.

1 O Thou, enthroned in worlds above, Our Father and our Friend! Lo, at the footstool of thy love, Thy children humbly bend.

2 All reverence to thy name be given; Thy kingdom wide displayed; And, as thy will is done in heaven, Be it on earth obeyed.

3 Our table may thy bounty spread, From thine exhaustless store, From day to day with daily bread,— Nor would we ask for more.

4 That pardon we to others give, Do thou to us extend; From all temptation, Lord, relieve; From every ill defend.

5 And now to thee belong, Most High, The kingdom, glory, power, Through the broad earth and spacious sky, Both now and evermore.



441. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson.

From Boethius.

Seeking God.

1 O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer his clouded mind with light divine.

2 'T is thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest; From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend; Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.



442. S. M. Watts.

Abba, Father.

1 Behold, what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

4 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.



443. L. M. Mrs. Steele.

The Christian's Resolve.

1 Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win.

2 May I resolve, with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.

3 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice.

4 O may I never faint nor tire, Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways; Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.



444. L. M. Browne.

"Giving thanks to God in all things."

1 Great God! my joyful thanks to thee Shall, like thy gifts, continual be: In constant streams thy bounty flows, Nor end nor intermission knows.

2 Thy kindness all my comforts gives; My numerous wants thy hand relieves; Nor can I ever, Lord, be poor, Who live on thy exhaustless store.

3 If what I wish thy will denies, It is that thou art good and wise; Afflictions, which may make me mourn, Thou canst, thou dost, to blessings turn.

4 Deep, Lord, upon my thankful breast, Let all thy favors be imprest; And though withdrawn thy gifts should be In all things I'll give thanks to thee.



445. C. M. Doddridge.

"Now are we sons of God."

1 How rich thy favors, God of grace! How various, how divine! Full as the ocean they are poured, And bright as heaven they shine.

2 He to eternal glory calls, And leads the wondrous way To his own palace where he reigns In uncreated day.

3 Jesus, the herald of his love, Displays the radiant prize, A crown of never-ending bliss, To our admiring eyes.

4 The songs of everlasting years That mercy shall attend, Which leads, through sufferings of an hour, To joys that never end.



446. C. M. H. H. Milman.

Praying for Divine Help.

1 O Help us, Lord! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live.

2 O help us, when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore, And when our hearts are cold and dead, O help us, Lord, the more.

3 O help us through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive.

4 O help us, Father! from on high; We know no help but thee; O! help us so to live and die, As thine in heaven to be.



447. C. H. M. Anonymous.

Come, let us Pray.

1 Come, let us pray: 'tis sweet to feel That God himself is near; That, while we at his footstool kneel, His mercy deigns to hear: Though sorrows cloud life's dreary way, This is our solace—let us pray.

2 Come, let us pray: the burning brow, The heart oppressed with care, And all the woes that throng us now, Will be relieved by prayer: Our God will chase our griefs away; O, glorious thought!—come, let us pray.

3 Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat Invites the fervent prayer. Our Heavenly Father waits to greet The contrite spirit there: O, loiter not, nor longer stay From him who loves us; let us pray.



448. L. M. Sir Walter Scott.

Imploring the constant Presence of God.

1 When Israel of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame.

2 By day, along th' astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.

3 Thus, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray!

4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light!



449. C. M. C. Wesley.

Watchfulness.

1 I want a principle within Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to find it near.

2 I want the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire; To catch the wandering of my will, And quench the kindling fire.

3 From thee that I no more may part, No more thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience give.

4 Quick as the apple of the eye, O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake.



450. C. M. Smart.

For Prudence and Wisdom.

1 Father of light! conduct my feet Through life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring Me nearer to my God.

2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide; And, when I go astray, Recall my feet from folly's path To wisdom's better way.

3 Teach me in every various scene To keep my end in sight; And while I tread life's mazy track, Let wisdom guide me right.

4 That heavenly wisdom from above Abundantly impart; And let it guard, and guide, and warm, And penetrate my heart:

5 Till it shall lead me to thyself, Fountain of bliss and love! And all my darkness be dispersed In endless light above.



451. C. M. Moore.

Heaven Desired.

1 The bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam.

2 But high she shoots through air and light— Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.

3 So grant me, God, from every snare Of sinful passion free, Aloft through faith's serener air To hold my course to thee.

4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My soul, as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings.



452. L. M. Stowell.

The Mercy-seat.

1 From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found before the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place were Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,— A place of all on earth most sweet; It is the heavenly mercy-seat.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat.



453. C. M. Steele.

Thirsting after God.

1 When fainting in the sultry waste, And parched with thirst extreme, The weary pilgrim longs to taste The cool, refreshing stream.

2 So longs the weary, fainting mind, Oppressed with sins and woes, Some soul-reviving spring to find, Whence heavenly comfort flows.

3 O, may I thirst for thee, my God, With ardent, strong desire; And still, through all this desert road, To taste thy grace aspire.

4 Then shall my prayer to thee ascend, A grateful sacrifice; My mourning voice thou wilt attend, And grant me full supplies.



454. 7s. M. Newton.

Self-Distrust.

1 'T is a point I long to know,— Oft it causes anxious thought,— Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name.

3 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixed with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you?

4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all?

5 Father, let me love thee more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day.



455. L. M. Doddridge.

Choosing the Better Part.

1 Beset with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand: Father divine! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart, Wisely to choose the better part; To scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that none can take away.

3 Then let the wildest storms arise, Let tempests mingle earth with skies, No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear.

4 If thou, my Saviour, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee.



456. C. M. Watts.

Sincerity and Hypocrisy.

1 God is a spirit just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain to heaven we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear; The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear.

3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice Where not the heart is found.

4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there.



457. C. P. M. Wesley's Coll.

True Wisdom.

1 Be it my only wisdom here, To serve the Lord with filial fear, With loving gratitude; Superior sense may I display, By shunning every evil way, And walking in the good.

2 O may I still from sin depart! A wise and understanding heart, Father, to me be given! And let me through thy Spirit know To glorify my God below, And find my way to heaven.



458. L. M. 6l. Merrick.

For the Understanding and Influence of God's Word.

1 While here as wandering sheep we stray, Teach us, O teach us, Lord, thy way! Dispose our hearts, with willing awe, To love thy word, to keep thy law; That, by thy guiding precepts led, Our feet the paths of truth may tread.

2 Great Source of light to all below! Teach us thy holy will to know: Teach us to read thy word aright, And make it our supreme delight; That, purged from vain desires, our mind In thee its only good may find.

3 Maker, instructer, judge of all, O hear us when on thee we call! To us, all-bounteous Lord, dispense Thy grace, and guiding influence! Preserve us in thy holy ways, And teach our hearts to speak thy praise!



459. C. M. Montgomery.

Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom.

1 Almighty God! in humble prayer To thee our souls we lift; Do thou our waiting minds prepare For thy most needful gift.

2 We ask not golden streams of wealth Along our path to flow; We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below.

3 We ask not honors, which an hour May bring and take away; We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, Lest we should go astray.

4 We ask for wisdom;—Lord, impart The knowledge how to live; A wise and understanding heart To all before thee give.

5 The young remember thee in youth, Before the evil days! The old be guided by thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways!



460. C. M. Cowper.

Walking with God.

1 O, for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!

2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But now I find an aching void The world can never fill.

3 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.

4 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.



461. C. M. Doddridge.

For Freedom from Secret Sin.

1 Searcher of hearts! before thy face I all my soul display; And, conscious of its innate arts, Entreat thy strict survey.

2 If, lurking in its inmost folds, I any sin conceal, O, let a ray of light divine The secret guile reveal.

3 If tinctured with that odious gall Unknowing I remain, Let grace, like a pure silver stream, Wash out the hateful stain.

4 If, in these fatal fetters bound, A wretched slave I lie, Smite off my chains, and wake my soul To light and liberty.

5 To humble penitence and prayer Be gentle pity given; Speak ample pardon to my heart, And seal its claim to heaven.



462. S. M. Gruenbeck.

Self-abandonment to God.

1 Lord! bring me to resign My doubting heart to thee; And, whether cheerful or distressed, Thine, thine alone to be.

2 My only aim be this,— Thy purpose to fulfil, In thee rejoice with all my strength, And do thy holy will.

3 Lord! thy all-seeing eye Keeps watch with sleepless care: Thy great compassion never fails; Thou hear'st my needy prayer.

4 So will I firmly trust, That thou wilt guide me still, And guard me safe throughout the way That leads to Zion's hill.



463. C. M. Cowper.

Religious Retirement.

1 Far from the world, O Lord! I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes, where sin is waging still Its most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode; O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God.

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet Source of light divine, And all harmonious names in one, My Father—thou art mine!



464. C. M. J. J. Gurney.

Silent Worship.

1 Let deepest silence all around Its peaceful shelter spread; So shall the living word abound, The word that wakes the dead.

2 How sweet to wait upon the Lord In stillness and in prayer! What though no preacher speak the word A minister is there:

3 He knows to bend the heart of steel, He bows the loftiest soul; O'er all we think and all we feel, How matchless his control!

4 And, O, how precious is his love In tender mercy given; It whispers of the blest above, And stays the soul on heaven.

5 From mind to mind, in streams of joy, The holy influence spreads; 'T is peace, 'tis praise without alloy, For God that influence sheds.

6 To thee, O God, we still will pray, And praise thee as before; For this thy glorious gospel-day, Teach us to praise thee more.



465. L. M. 6l. Bowring.

"Help thou my unbelief."

1 If listening, as I listen still, O God! to thine instructive word, In spite of all my spirit's will, Some whispering voice of doubt is heard,— That voice spontaneous from the soul, Which nought can check and nought control;

2 If when most earnestly I pray For light, for aid, for strength from thee, Some struggling thoughts will force their way, And break my soul's serenity;— If reason, thy best gift, will hold The sceptre only half controlled:—

3 Help and forgive! heaven's alphabet Hath many a word of mystery; I read not all thy record yet, Though perseveringly I try; But teach me, Lord! and none shall be More prompt, more pleased to learn of thee.



466. S. M. Herbert.

Doing all to the Glory of God.

1 Teach me, my God and King, In all things thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for thee!

2 To scorn the senses' sway, While still to thee I tend; In all I do be thou the way,— In all be thou the end.

3 All may of thee partake: Nothing so small can be, But draws, when acted for thy sake, Greatness and worth from thee.

4 If done beneath thy laws, Even servile labors shine; Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, The meanest work divine.



467. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. Oliver.

God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.

1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this mortal land: I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current; Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises I will ever give to thee.



468. C. M. Wreford.

Prayer for Faith.

1 Lord! I believe; thy power I own, Thy word I would obey; I wander comfortless, and lone, When from thy truth I stray.

2 Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears Sometimes bedim my sight; I look to thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, My faith is cold and weak; Strengthen my weakness, and bestow The confidence I seek!

4 Yes, I believe; and only thou Canst give my soul relief; Lord! to thy truth my spirit bow, Help thou my unbelief!



469. S. M. Watts.

Safety in God.

1 When overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies; Helpless and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes.

2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head; And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord, I ever would abide; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide.



470. C. M. Montgomery.

Prayer for Grace in Trial.

1 Father of all our mercies, thou In whom we move and live, Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now, And answer, and forgive.

2 When, harassed by ten thousand foes, Our helplessness we feel, O, give the weary soul repose, The wounded spirit heal.

3 When dire temptations gather round And threaten or allure, By storm or calm, in thee be found A refuge strong and sure.

4 When age advances, may we grow In faith, in hope, and love, And walk in holiness below To holiness above.

5 When earthly joys and cares depart, Desire and envy cease, Be thou the portion of our heart,— In thee may we have peace.



471. L. M. Roscoe.

The Solace of Faith.

1 When human hopes and joys depart, I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart; And on my weary spirit steal The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.

2 I cast above my tearful eyes, And muse upon the starry skies; And think that He who governs there Still keeps me in his guardian care.

3 I gaze upon the opening flower, Just moistened with the evening shower; And bless the love which made it bloom, To chase away my transient gloom.

4 I think, whene'er this mortal frame Returns again to whence it came, My soul shall wing its happy flight To regions of eternal light.



472. C. M. Wesleyan.

For Purity of Heart.

1 O, for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; A heart that always feels how good, Thou, Lord, hast been to me.

2 O for a humble, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him who dwells within;—

3 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect, and right, and pure and good, Conformed, O Lord, to thine.

4 Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; O, write thy name upon my heart, Thy name, O God, is Love.



473. L. M. Bowring.

God's sustaining Presence.

1 Father and friend, thy light, thy love Beaming through all thy works we see; Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the earth is full of thee.

2 Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel, Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight, Involved in clouds, invisible, Reignest the Lord of life and light.

3 We know not in what hallowed part Of the wide heavens thy throne may be; But this we know,—that where thou art, Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with thee.

4 Thy children shall not faint nor fear, Sustained by this delightful thought,— Since thou, their God, art everywhere, They cannot be where thou art not.



474. S. M. Episcopal Coll.

Ark of Safety.

1 O, cease, my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam; All this wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God; Behold the open door; O, haste to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more.

3 There, safe thou shalt abide, There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blest.



475. C. M. Watts.

"O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes."

1 O that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still! O that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will!

2 O send thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part.

3 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear.

4 Make me to walk in thy commands,— 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God.



476. C. M. T. Humphries.

"Lord, remember me."

1 O thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me.

2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, new peace impart: Good Lord, remember me.

3 When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, O let my strength be as my day: Good Lord, remember me.

4 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee, Then, with the saints at thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me!



477. L. M. Merrick.

Prayer for Divine Guidance.

1 Teach me, O teach me, Lord! thy way; So, to my life's remotest day, By thy unerring precepts led, My willing feet its paths shall tread.

2 Informed by thee, with sacred awe, My heart shall meditate thy law; And with celestial wisdom filled, To thee its full obedience yield.

3 Give me to know thy will aright,— Thy will, my glory and delight.— That, raised above the world, my mind In thee its highest good may find.

4 O turn from vanity mine eye; To me thy quickening strength supply; And with thy promised mercy cheer A heart devoted to thy fear.



478. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Repose of Faith.

1 Happy soul, that safe from harm Rests within his Shepherd's arm! Who his quiet shall molest? Who shall violate his rest?

2 Seek, O Lord, thy wandering sheep; Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on thee my every care; Bear me, on thy bosom bear.

3 Let me know thy gracious voice; More and more in thee rejoice; More and more of thee receive; Ever in thy spirit live:—

4 Live, till all thy love I know, Perfect in my Lord below; Gladly then from earth remove, Gathered to the fold above.



479. C. M. C. Wesley.

A Rest Remaineth.

1 Lord! we believe a rest remains To all thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns;— For thou art served alone:—

2 A rest where all our souls desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love.

3 O that we now that rest might know, Believe and enter in! Thou Holiest! now the power bestow, And let us cease from sin.

4 Remove this hardness from our heart, This unbelief remove: The rest of perfect faith impart, The sabbath of thy love.



480. L. M. Anonymous.

Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him.

1 Lord! in thy garden agony, No light seemed on thy soul to break, No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;

2 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over, ill was won; Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, "Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!"

3 Lord, bring these precious moments back, When, fainting, against sin we strain; Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain.

4 In weakness, help us to contend; In darkness, yield to God our will; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still!



481. C. M. Steele.

Filial Submission.

1 And can my heart aspire so high, To say, "My Father," God? Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie, And learn to kiss the rod.

2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise; Let each rebellious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, And bid me wait serene, Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene.

4 "My Father, God," permit my heart To plead her humble claim, And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name.



482. C. M. Pope.

Universal Prayer.

1 Father of all! in every age, In every clime, adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!—

2 Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent At aught thy wisdom has denied, Or aught thy goodness lent.

3 This day be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun Thou knowest if best bestowed or not And let thy will be done.

4 Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round.

5 To thee whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all beings raise, All nature's incense rise.



483. C. M. Pope.

The Same.

1 Father of all, whose cares extend To earth's remotest shore, Through every age let praise ascend, And every clime adore.

2 Mean though I am, not wholly so, Since quickened by thy breath; Lord, lead me wheresoe'er I go, Through this day's life or death.

3 Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.

4 If I am right, thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.

5 What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.



484. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

Seeking God.

1 Light of Life, Seraphic Fire, Love Divine, thyself impart; Every fainting soul inspire; Shine in every drooping heart! Every mournful sinner cheer; Scatter all our guilty gloom; Love of God, appear, appear! To thy human temples come.

2 Come, in this accepted hour; Bring thy heavenly kingdom in! Fill us with thy glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin: Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less; Be thou all our heart's desire, Be our heaven—in holiness.



485. C. M. Percy Chapel Coll.

"Thy Will be done."

1 Father, I know thy ways are just, Although to me unknown; O, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, "Thy will be done."

2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path; Should wealth and friends be gone; Still with a firm and lively faith, I'll cry, "Thy will be done."

3 Although thy steps I cannot trace, Thy sovereign right I'll own; And, as instructed by thy grace; I'll cry, "Thy will be done."

4 'Tis sweet thus passively to lie Before thy gracious throne, Concerning everything to cry, "My Father's will be done."



486. C. M. Doddridge.

Confidence in God.

1 My God! the covenant of thy love Abides forever sure; And in thy matchless grace I feel My happiness secure.

2 What though my house be not with thee As nature could desire? To nobler joys than nature gives Thy servants all aspire.

3 Since thou, the everlasting God, My Father art become; Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, And heaven my final home:

4 I welcome all thy sovereign will, For all that will is love; And when I know not what thou dost, I wait the light above.

5 Thy covenant the last accent claims Of this poor faltering tongue; And that shall the first notes employ Of my celestial song.



487. L. M. Henry Moore.

Prayer for Religious Principle.

1 Amidst a world of hopes and fears, A wild of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm and dangers threat, And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:

2 Shed down, O Lord! a heavenly ray, To guide me in the doubtful way; And o'er me hold thy shield of power, To guard me in the dangerous hour.

3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun, In which the thoughtless many run, Who for a shade the substance miss, And grasp their ruin in their bliss.

4 May never pleasure, wealth or pride, Allure my wandering soul aside; But through this maze of mortal ill, Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.



488. L. M. Christian Psalmist.

Prayer for Divine Help.

1 Be with me, Lord, where'er I go; Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Show me my weakness,—let me see I have my power, my all from thee.

2 Enrich me always with thy love; My kind protection ever prove; Thy signet put upon my breast, And let thy spirit on me rest.

3 Assist and teach me how to pray; Incline my nature to obey; What thou abhorr'st that let me flee, And only love what pleases thee.

4 O may I never do my will, But thine, and only thine, fulfil; Let all my time and all my ways Be spent and ended to thy praise.



489. C. M. Anonymous.

Prayer for the Christian Temper.

1 Almighty Maker! Lord of all! Of life the only spring! Creator of unnumbered worlds! Supreme, Eternal King!

2 Drive from the confines of my heart Impenitence and pride; Nor let me, in forbidden paths, With thoughtless sinners glide.

3 Let not despair nor fell revenge Be to my bosom known: Oh! give me tears for others' woes, And patience for my own.

4 Feed me with necessary food; I ask not wealth or fame; Give me an eye to see thy will, A heart to bless thy name.

5 May still my days serenely pass, Without remorse or care; And growing holiness my soul For life's last hour prepare.



490. S. M. Methodist Coll.

For Holiness.

1 The thing my God doth hate That I no more may do, Thy creature, Lord, again create, And all my soul renew; Abhor the thing unclean, And, sanctified by love divine, Forever cease from sin.

2 That blessed law of thine, Father, to me impart; The Spirit's law of life divine, O write it in my heart! Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne'er remove, The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love.

3 Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless sanctity, And sweetly every moment draw My happy soul to thee. Soul of my soul remain! Who didst for all fulfil, In me, O Lord, fulfil again My heavenly Father's will.



491. C. M. Wesley's Coll.

"Thy Kingdom Come."

1 Father of me and all mankind, And all the hosts above, Let every understanding mind Unite to praise thy love.

2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace To every heart of man; Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness, In all our bosoms reign.

3 The righteousness that never ends, But makes an end of sin; The joy that human thought transcends, Into our souls bring in.