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And far along the wild —
Our steps have been beguiled.
2. Yet full before us, all the while,
The guiding pillar stays;
The eternal turrets blaze.
3 O Father of long-suffering grace,
Thou who in love dost stay
Through all their devious way, —
4 Thy guardian fire, thy guiding cloud,
Be round us as our wall;
Again to faint or fall.
Peace of Conscience.
1 LORD, how secure and blest are they
Who feel the joys of pardoned sin !
2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
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.
Where groves of living pleasures grow!
Redeeming Love. i LORD, with glowing heart I'll praise thee,
For the bliss thy love bestows;
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;
Vainly would my lips express:
Cleanse Thou me from secret Faults.
i SEARCHER of hearts, before thy face
I all my soul display ;
Entreat thy strict survey.
2 If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,
The secret guile reveal.
Unknowing, I remain,
Wash out the hateful stain. 4. If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,
Be gentle pity given;
And seal its claim to heaven.
CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. Amidst Temptation. 1 My gracious Lord! whose changeless love
To me, nor life nor death can part!
feet forget to rove?
To thy dread courts I oft repair;
I come; nor know that God is there! 3 O God, thy sovereign aid impart,
And guard the gifts thyself hast given;
4. Would aught with thee my wishes share,
Though dear as life the idol be,
AND shall I sit alone,
Oppressed with grief and fear,
And he refuse to hear ?
If he my Father be,
His pity he will show,
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 ;
As his compassions are.
Thy heavenly succor give;
Each hour on earth we live.
2 O help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore;
O help us, Lord, the more.
More firmly to believe;
The more shall he receive.
4 O help us, Father, from on high;
We know no help but thee;
As thine in heaven to be.
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;
Lay hold upon eternal life.
To keep his word, that word believe;