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GOD, who is just and kind, Will those who err instruct, And to the paths of righteousness Their wandering steps conduct.
2 The humble soul he guides;
Give me the tender heart
4 O ever keep my soul
From error, shame, and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.
7 & 6s. M.
"Rise, my Soul."
1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
So a soul that 's born of God
"Do all to the Glory of God."
TEACH me, my God and King,
2 To scorn the senses' sway,
3 All may of thee partake:
But draws, when acted for thy sake,
If done beneath thy laws,
"Lord, we believe; help thou our unbelief."
1 LORD! we have made our steadfast choice! In Christ the Saviour we rejoice:
Yet still our pleasure blends with grief,
2 His promises our hearts revive,
3 Father, before it quite departs,
4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; Reveal the glories of thy name,
And put our anxious doubts to flight,
For Increase of Faith.
1 LORD, I believe; thy power I own,
2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
3 Lord, I believe; but thou dost know
4 Yes, I believe; and only thou
The Lord's Prayer.
1 OUR Heavenly Father, hear
2 Thy kingdom come; thy will
3 Our daily bread supply,
From dark temptation's power
And guide us to the end.
5 Thine, then, for ever be
"He will be our guide even unto death."
1 O THOU to whose all-searching sight
2 If in this darksome wild I stray,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe; O God, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
4 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Religion the only Comforter.
1 Is there no kind, no lenient art,
2 Can reason's dictates be obeyed?
3 Her powerful aid supports the soul, And nature owns her strong control; Our fiercest griefs resign their rage, While she unfolds the sacred page.
4 Then, gentle Patience smiles on pain;