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

And

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.

My Father!

MRS. STEELE.

cheering name!

O may I call thee mine!

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

2 This can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;

3

4

What real harm can reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

Whate'er thy will denies,

I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise;
O bend my will to thine!

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.

C. M.

521.

WESLEY'S COL.

"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;·

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

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.

L.M.

523.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

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.

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.

L. M.

524.

For a Childlike Spirit.

1 O THAT I as a little child

BOOK OF HYMNS.

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;

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.

C. WESLEY.

For a Tender Conscience.

1 I WANT a principle within

Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to 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 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.

C. WESLEY.

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;