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C. M.

Grace to withstand Temptations.
1 Back to the world we've faithless turned,

And far along the wild —
Enjoyment sought, but sorrow earned

Our steps have been beguiled.

2. Yet full before us, all the while,

The guiding pillar stays;
The living waters brightly smile,

The eternal turrets blaze.

3 O Father of long-suffering grace,

Thou who in love dost stay
Pleading with sinners face to face,

Through all their devious way, —

4 Thy guardian fire, thy guiding cloud,

Be round us as our wall;
Nor be our erring hearts allowed

Again to faint or fall.

L. M.



Peace of Conscience.

1 LORD, how secure and blest are they

Who feel the joys of pardoned sin !
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,

Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so swift away! Their souls are ever bright as noon,

And calm as summer evenings be.
4 How oft they look to heavenly hills,

Where groves of living pleasures grow!
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.
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Redeeming Love. i LORD, with glowing heart I'll praise thee,

For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the


that from it flows : Help, () Lord, my weak endeavor,

And my heart to rapture raise; Thou must light the flame, or never

Can my love be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee

From the paths of death away;
Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling

Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy children's prayer to bless.
C. M.


Cleanse Thou me from secret Faults.

i SEARCHER of hearts, before thy face

I all my soul display ;
And, conscious of its innate arts,

Entreat thy strict survey.

2 If, lurking in its inmost folds,

I any sin conceal,
O let a ray of light divine

The secret guile reveal.
3 If, tinctured with that odious gall,

Unknowing, I remain,
Let grace, like a pure silver stream,

Wash out the hateful stain. 4. If, in these fatal fetters bound,

A wretched slave I lie,
Smite off my chains, and wake my

To light and liberty.
5 To humble penitence and prayer

Be gentle pity given;
Speak ample pardon to my heart,

And seal its claim to heaven.

L. M.


CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. Amidst Temptation. 1 My gracious Lord! whose changeless love

To me, nor life nor death can part!
When shall


feet forget to rove?
Ah, what shall fix this faithless heart?
2 Cold, weary, languid, thoughtless, dead,

To thy dread courts I oft repair;
By conscience dragged, or custom led,

I come; nor know that God is there! 3 O God, thy sovereign aid impart,

And guard the gifts thyself hast given;
My portion thou, my treasure, art,
And life, and happiness, and heaven.

4. Would aught with thee my wishes share,

Though dear as life the idol be,
The idol from my breast I 'll tear,
Resolved to seek my all from thee.

S. M.



Hope reviving.


AND shall I sit alone,

Oppressed with grief and fear,
To God my Father make my moan,

And he refuse to hear ?


If he my Father be,

His pity he will show,
From cruel bondage set me free,

And inward peace bestow.


If still he silence keep

'Tis but my faith to try ; He knows and feels whene'er I weep.

And softens every sigh.


Then will I humbly wait,

Nor once indulge despair ;
My sins are great, but not so great

As his compassions are.

C. M.

Praying for Divine Help.
1 O HELP us, Lord! each hour of need

Thy heavenly succor give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,

Each hour on earth we live.

2 O help us, when our spirits bleed,

With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,

O help us, Lord, the more.
3 O help us, through the prayer of faith,

More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath,

The more shall he receive.

4 O help us, Father, from on high;

We know no help but thee;
O help us so to live and die,

As thine in heaven to be.

L. M.


The Soul returning to God. 1 RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest,

From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast,

The world's allurements, toils, and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole;

Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return,

From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,

Lay hold upon eternal life.
4 God is thy rest; — with heart inclined

To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest; — with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.

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