Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain,

The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

4 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,

Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A zealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn,
And glorify thy grace.

5 I rest upon thy word;

The promise is for me:

My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from thee:

But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

7s. M.

556.

CONDER.

Our Daily Bread.

1 DAY by day the manna fell:
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.

2 "Day by day," the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away;
Take the manna of to-day.

3 Lord! my times are in thy hand; All my sanguine hopes have planned To thy wisdom I resign,

And would make thy purpose mine.

4 Thou my daily task shalt give :
Day by day to thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father's will.

5 O to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer;

Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude!

C. M.

557.

H. M. WILLIAMS.

Habitual Devotion.

1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed,-
That mercy I adore!

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

5

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear;-
That heart shall rest on thee!

78. M.

558.

METHODIST COLL.

"I will that men pray everywhere."

1 THEY Who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place;

If we live a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.

2 In our sickness, in our health,
In our want or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere.

3 When our earthly comforts fail,
When the woes of life prevail,
'T is the time for earnest prayer:
God is present everywhere.

4 Then, my soul, in every strait,
To thy Father come, and wait;
He will answer every prayer,
God is present everywhere.

1 COME, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love!
Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,
And wisdom from above.

2 Over our spirits first

Extend thy healing reign;

There raise and quench the sacred thirst,
That never pains again.

3 Come, kingdom of our God!

And make the broad earth thine; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine.

4 Soon may all tribes be blest
With fruit from life's glad tree;
And in its shade like brothers rest,
Sons of one family.

5

Come, kingdom of our God! And raise thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, Where God shall bless his own.

7 & 6s. M.

560.

"Pray without ceasing."

ED. LIT. REV.

1 Go when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thought away,
And, in thy closet kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

2 Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;

Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim,
And blend with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.

3 Or, if 't is e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way,