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2 Let earth and all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone this restless heart
Enduring bliss can find.

3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want;
Here would my spirit rest:
Oh! seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make me fully blest.

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7s & 6s.

Turning from the World to Christ.

VAIN, delusive world, adieu!

With all of creature good:

Only Jesus I pursue,

Who bought me with his blood.
All thy pleasures I forego,

All thy wealth and all thy pride:
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

2 Turning to my rest again,
The Saviour I adore;
He relieves my grief and pain,
And bids me weep no more.
Rivers of salvation flow

From his head, his hands, his side:
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

3 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend.
Daily in his grace to grow,
In his favor to abide:
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.'

4 Him, in all my works, I seek,
Who hung upon the tree;
Only of his love I speak,
Who freely died for me:
While I sojourn here below,
Nothing I desire beside;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.

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L. M.

The World surrendered for God and Heaven.
WHAT sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream-an empty show;
But that bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;-
When shall I wake, and find me there?
3 Oh glorious hour!-oh blest abode !
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my soul.

243

S. M.

God's Favor preferred to the Prosperity of Sinners. LET sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath.

2 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God!

While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod.

3 But I-with all my cares,
Will lean upon the Lord;
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.

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L. M.

The World surrendered for God and Heaven.
THOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My Refuge, my almighty Friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither—ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives:
Here, sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine,

While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile-one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord! outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life-my joy-my care: Depart from thee?-'tis death-tis more"Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ;
Here safety dwells-and peace divine :
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life-eternal life-is thine.

C. M.

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Filial Submission.

AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, 'My Father, God!"
Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.

2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
Ånd bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

4 My Father!-oh! permit my heart
To plead her humble claim;

And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

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MY God-my Father-blissful name!—
Oh! may I call thee mine?
May I, with sweet assurance, claim
A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:

What harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's

eye?

3 Whate'er thy holy will denies,
I cheerfully resign:

Lord, thou art good, and just, and wise;
Oh! bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
Oh! give me strength to bear;

And let me know

my

Father reigns,

And trust his tender care.

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C. M.

Safety of trusting in God.

WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 Great is the work!-my neighbors cried,
And owned thy power divine;
Great is the work!-my heart replied,
And be the glory thine.

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

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YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame;

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