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Of health that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.

2 O that the Comforter would come,

Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast;
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!

8 & 7s. M.

528.

ANONYMOUS

Dedication to God.

i Holy Father, thou hast taught me

I should live to thee alone; Year by year, thy hand hath brought me

On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, thou hast found me;

When I doubted, sent me light; Still thine arm has been around me,

All my paths were in thy sight.

2 In the world will foes assail me,

Craftier, stronger far than I ; And the strife may never fail me,

Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come, believing

Thou canst give the power I need ; Through the prayer of faith receiving

Strength, – the Spirit's strength indeed.

3 I would trust in thy protecting,

Wholly rest upon thine arm, Follow wholly thy directing,

Thou mine only guard from harm!

Keep me from mine own undoing,

Help me turn to thee when tried ;
Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,

Keep me ever at thy side!

L. M.

529.

MORAVIAN.

Seeking after God

1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained; nor can it be

At rest, till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend ?

4. Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share ?
O tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.

L. M.

530.

WESLEYAN.

God our All in All.

1 Thou bidden Source of calm repose,

Thou all-sufficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am, if thou art mine!
And, lo! from sin, and grief, and shame

I hide me, Father, in thy name. 2 Father, my all in all thou art,

My rest in toil, my ease in pain ;
The healing of my broken heart;
In strife, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the cold world's frown;

In shame, my glory and my crown;3 In want, my plentiful supply;

In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light in evil's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death, my all in all.

C. M.

531. Watts. "O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes." 10 that the Lord would guide my ways

To keep his statutes still !
O that my God would grant me grace

To know and do his will !

2 ) send thy Spirit down to write

Thy law upon my heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off mine eyes;

Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires, arise

Within this soul of mine.

4. Order my footsteps by thy word,

And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear. 5 Make me to walk in thy commands, –

'T is a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,

Offend against my God.

532

L. M.

BOWRING.

Trust in God.

i O let my trembling soul be still,

While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait thy wise, thy holy will,
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery ;
I cannot, Lord! thy purpose see ;
Yet all is well, — since ruled by thee.

2 When, mounted on thy clouded car,

Thou send'st thy darker spirits down,
I can discern thy light afar,
Thy light, sweet beaming through thy frown;
And, should I faint a moment, then
I think of thee, and smile again.

3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are Aed ?
What though some flattering dreams are gone?

Yet purer, brighter joys remain : Why should my spirit then complain? 75. M. 533

NEWTOY.

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The Child of God.
i Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;

Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a little child ;
From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleases thee. 2 What thou shalt to-day provide,

Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave;
"T is enough that thou wilt care;

Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he 's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone,
Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

C. M.

534.

BULFINCH.

Help Thou our Unbelief.

1 Fatuer! when o'er our trembling hearts

Doubt's shadows gathering brood, When faith in thee almost departs,

And gloomiest fears intrude; Forsake us not, O God of grace,

But send those fears relief;

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