But they have left an aching void, 4 Return, O holy Dove! return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known,- Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, So purer light shall mark the road 401. 7s. Love to Christ. 1 HARK! my soul! it is the Lord; 3" Can a woman's tender care 402. C. M. Love to Christ. I DO not I love thee, O my Lord? 2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? 8 Is not thy name melodious still Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock, Hast thou a foe, before whose face, 5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name, And challenge the cold hand of death 6 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord! But Oh! I long to soar, Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 403. S. M. Christian Watchfulness. 1 A CHARGE to keep I have, A never-dying soul to save, 2 To serve the present age, Oh! may it all my powers engage 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And Oh! thy servant, Lord! prepare 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, 404. C. M. Seeking a Rest. 1 WE seek a rest beyond the skies, Through floods and flames the passage lies, 2 The swelling flood, and raging flame, Then let us triumph in his name,— C. M. Double. 405. Sinai and Zion. 1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord, Where milder words declare his will, Whose names are writ in heaven! 3 The saints on earth, and all the dead, In such society as this My weary soul would rest: The man who dwells where Jesus is, 406. S. M. The vigilant Servant. 1 YE servants of the Lord! Each in his office wait; With joy obey his heavenly word, 3 Watch 't is your Lord's command; 4 Oh! happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, 407. S. M. Watching and Praying. 1 MY soul! be on thy guard, And hosts of sins are pressing hard, 2 Oh! watch, and fight, and pray ;- 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor lay thine armor down; Thine arduous work will not be done 408. C. M. Desiring the Presence of God. 1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs; When will the mournful night be gone, 2 My God! Oh! could I make the claim,— My Father and my friend, And call thee mine, by every name, 3 By every name of power and love, Nor should my humble hopes remove, 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is all my stay; Here I would rest till light returns ;- 5 Speak, Lord! and bid celestial peace Oh! smile and bid my sorrows cease, 6 Then, shall my drooping spirit rise And change these deep, complaining sighs, 1 O LORD! my best desires fulfill, Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command? Why tremble at the gracious hand, 3 No.-let me rather freely yield 4 Thy favor, all my journey through, 410. S. M. Restoration to Health. 1 KINDLY the Lord appeared His love my sinking spirit cheered; 2 He found me on the bed Of languishing and pain; And bade me lean on him my head, |