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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.

S. M.

1 My Father!-cheering name!
O may I call thee mine!

Give me with humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

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520.

God's Parental Character.

2 This can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;
What real harm can reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

MRS. STEELE.

Whate'er thy will denies, I calmly would resign; For thou art just, and good, and wise; O bend my will to thine!

4

Whate'er thy will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a father reigns,
And trust a father's care.

5

Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

521.

"Thy Kingdom come."

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

C. M.

2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace, To every heart of man;

WESLEY'S COL.

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; —

4 The kingdom of established peace,
Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,
The omnipotence of love.

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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.

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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.

523.

L.M.

The Soul panting for God. Psalm 42.

1 As the chased hart, midst sultry beams,
Pants for the brook's refreshing streams,
So thirst our souls, O Lord, for thee,
So long thy gracious face to see.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

2 For, exiled from our heavenly home,
We here as weary pilgrims roam;
With toilsome step, and progress slow,
Oft doomed to tread the path of woe.

3 Yet why, with anxious cares oppressed,
Should doubt or sorrow fill the breast?
What dangers can the Christian fear,
With thee, his Saviour, ever near?

4 Not only in the noon of joy

Thy praise shall be our sweet employ;
But e'en affliction's darkest night
Shall humble gratitude excite.

5 Yes, we will bless thee, gracious God,
And grateful kiss the chastening rod;
Assured its heaviest strokes but prove
A Father's care, a Father's love.

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1 O THAT I as a little child

May follow thee, and never rest,
Till, Saviour, thou hast breathed a mild
And lowly mind into my breast!
Nor ever may we parted be,

Till I become as one with thee.

2 Still let thy love point out my way; How wondrous things that love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray;

BOOK OF HYMNS.

Direct my word, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know thy love is near.

C. M.

525.

For a Tender Conscience.

1 I WANT a principle within Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to sin,
A pain to find it near.

C. WESLEY.

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 an eye,

O God, my conscience make!* Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake.

L. M.

526.

Self-dedication.

OBERLIN.

1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath thy sheltering wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee.

L. M.

527.
Spiritual Needs.

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;

C. WESLEY.

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