« IndietroContinua »
6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine
Thy statutes to fulfil;
Would I perform thy will.
393. (311.) C. M. WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r!
vain wishes still’d; And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the pow'rs of thought bestow'd;
To thee my thoughts would soar.
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because bestow'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bear,
Or seck relief in pray'r. 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign:d, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The low'ring storm shall see;
That heart will rest on thee!
(312.) L. M.
Confidence in God. 09 UR Father, throp'd above the sky,
To thee our empty hands we spreads 'Thy children at thy footstool lie,
And ask thy blessings on their head.
2 With cheerful hope and filial fear,
In that august and precious rame, by thee ordain'd, we now draw near,
And would the promis'd blessing claim. 3 Does not an earthly parent hear
The cravings of his famish'd son. Will he reject the filial pray'r,
Or mock him with a cake of stone?. 4 Our heav'nly Father, how much more
Will thy divine compassions rise; And open thy unbounded store,
To satisfy thy children's cries? 5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press
For gracious audience at thy seat; Still hoping, waiting for success,
If persevering to entreata" 6 For Jesus in his faithful word
The upright supplicant has blest; And all thy saints with one accord
The prevalence of pray'r attest.
3. DOUBTS AND FEARS.
Hidings of God's face. | HAPPY the hours, the golden days,
And sit, and view his smiling face,
And melt in pleasures all divine.
Gone from my soul and hides his love!
The sins that forc'd him to remove! 8 Yet let my hope look through my tears,
And spy afar his rolling throne,
Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills,
C. M. 396. 9. O that I were us in months past! Job
xxix. 2. SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
His praises tun'd my tongue;
His love was all my song.
The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles,
And lean'd upon his arm.
Aud saw his glory shine;
I call'd each promise mine.
Of what his love had donc;
For all my joys are ge: 2.
My soul in darkness mourns;
No light to me returns.
For Jesus hides his face!
8 Now satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey;
P. M. 397.
Lovest thou nte? 1 'TIS
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?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame!
Who have never heard his name! 8 (Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove,
If I knew a Saviour's love?
All is dark, and vain, and wild:
Can I deem myself a child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
Tell me, Is it thus with you?]
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
If I did not love at all!
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
If I did not love the Lord?
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
If I love at all, I pray;
C. M. 398. The Complaint under Darkness. 1 REJOICE in God, the word commanda,
And fain would I obey;
While doubts impede my way. 2 Ilow can my soul exult for joy,
Which feels this load of sin?
While darkness reigns within? 3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth,
When I no rapture feel?
Sound from a breast of steel? $ If falling tears and rising sighs,
In triumph share a part; Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes,
And search this bleeding heart! 5 My soul forgets to use her wings;
My harp neglected lies;
And guilt shuts out my joys.
heart can move; Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice, And melt my soul to love.
P. M. ? 19. Cast down, yet hoping. Ps. xlii. 5. 'O MY soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be gones