S. M. 537. PATRICK. Holy Desires. 1 GOD, who is just and kind, 3 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. 538. "Rise, my Soul." RIPPON'S COL. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Towards heaven, thy native place: 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; So a soul that 's born of God To rest in his embrace. S. M. 539. HERBERT. 1 2 3 4 "Do all to the Glory of God." TEACH me, my God and King, To scorn the senses' sway, All may of thee partake: But draws, when acted for thy sake, If done beneath thy laws, E'en servile labors shine; The meanest work divine. L. M. 540. Doddridge. "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; And put our anxious doubts to flight, 1 LORD, I believe; thy power I own, 2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears I look to thee with prayers and tears, 3 Lord, I believe; but thou dost know The confidence I seek. 4 Yes, I believe; and only thou S. M. 542. MONTGOMERY. The Lord's Prayer. 1 OUR Heavenly Father, hear Thy name be hallowed far and near, 2 Thy kingdom come; thy will 3 Our daily bread supply, 4 5 While by thy word we live; From dark temptation's power Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. Thine, then, for ever be The sceptre, throne, and majesty L. M. 543. MORAVIAN. "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; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. L. M. 544. MRS. STEELE. Religion the only Comforter. 1 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart; To ease the heavy load of care Which nature must, but cannot bear? 2 Can reason's dictates be obeyed? 3 Her powerful aid supports the soul, 4 Then, gentle Patience smiles on pain; |