HYMN 370. L. M. [#]

Christian Vigilance and Reproof. 1 LORD, when I call, make haste to hear,

And to my voice incline thine ear;
So shall my prayer like incense rise,

My lifted hands like sacrifice. 2 O set upon my lips a guard,

And let my tongue be doubly barred :
Let not my heart to vice incline,

Nor let my hand in mischief join. 3 If e'er from wisdom's path I stray,

And walk in sin's delusive way,
Let virtue's friends, severely kind,

Reprove the errors of my mind. 4 Their faithful words, like ointment shed,

Shall never bruise, but heal my head;
And when I find them pressed with grief,
I'll pray to Heaven for their relief.

HYMN 371. C. M. [#]

Dependence and Submission.
1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee;

Thine ever-watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,

Thy hand alone supply.
2 O let thy fear within us dwell,

Thy love our footsteps guide :
That love shall vainer loves expel ;

That fear all fears beside.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,

Too 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, unasked, O Father, grant ;

The ill, though asked, deny.

HYMN 372. L. M. [#]

Desire of Wisdom and Obedience. 1 TEACh me, O teach me, Lord, thy way,

That, to my life's remotest day,
By thine unerring precepts led,

My feet thy heavenly paths may tread. 2 Informed by thee, with sacred awe,

My heart shall meditate thy law;
And, with celestial wisdom filled,

To thee a pure 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.

HYMN 373. C. M. [#]

Cheerful Obedience.
1 Thou art my Portion, O my God;

Soon as I know thy way,
My willing heart obeys thy word,

And suffers no delay.
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my

choice : Not all the riches of the earth

Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace

I set before my eyes ;
Thence I derive my daily strength,

And there my comfort lies.
4 Now I am thine, forever thine ;

O save thy servant, Lord :
Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-place;

My hope is in thy word.
5 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine

Thy statutes to fulfil;
And thus, till mortal life shall end,

Would I perform thy will.

HYMN 374. L. M. [#]

Acknowledgment of divine Goodness. 1 YE humble souls, approach your God

With songs of sacred joy and praise ; For he is good, immensely good,

And kind are all his works and ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care ;

In him we live, in him we move;
But nobler benefits declare

His wonders in redeeming love. 3 From heaven he sent his holy Son

To save a world from death and sin; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known,

And proves it boundless and divine. 4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come ;

On this alone our hope relies ;
A safe defence, a peaceful home,

Where storms of trouble never rise.

HUMILITY, PATIENCE AND

RESIGNATION.

HYMN 375. L. M. [b]

Humility. 1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,

Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,

O, why should mortal man be proud ? 2 His brightest visions just appear,

Then vanish, and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear,

A breath may level with the ground. 3 Follies and crimes, a countless sum,

Are crowded in life's little span :

How ill, alas, does pride become

That erring, guilty creature, man! 4 God of our lives, Father divine,

Give us a meek and lowly mind; In modest worth, O may we shine,

And peace in humble virtue find.

HYMN 376. C. M. [6]

Prostration.
1 ATTEND, my soul, with filial awe,

The dictates of thy God;
Silent and trembling, hear the voice

Of his appointed rod.
2 Now let me search and try my ways,

And, prostrate, seek his face ;
Conscious of guilt, before his throne,

In dust my soul abase.
3 Teach me, my God, what's yet unknown,

And all my crimes forgive;
Those crimes I would no more repeat,

But to thine honour live.
4 My withered joys too plainly show

That all on earth is vain :
In God my wounded heart confides,

True rest and bliss to gain.
5 Father, I wait thy gracious call

To leave this mournful land,
And bathe in rivers of delight

That flow at thy right hand.