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S. M.


Holy Desires.

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;
Teaches the meek his way;
Kindness and truth he shows to all
Who his just laws obey.



Give me the tender heart
That mixes fear with love,
And lead me through whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.

4 O ever keep my soul

From error, shame, and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.

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"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;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:


So a soul that 's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.


"Do all to the Glory of God."

TEACH me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see;
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for thee!

S. M.



2 To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to thee I tend;
In all I do, be thou the way,-
In all be thou the end.

3 All may of thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,

But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from thee.

If done beneath thy laws,
E'en servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.

L. M.


"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,
For faith is mixed with unbelief.

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2 His promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting souls alive,
But sins, and fears, and sorrows rise,
And hide the promise from our eyes.

3 Father, before it quite departs,
Renew the promise in our hearts;
Nor see that faith in ruins laid,
Which thy own gracious power hath made.

4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; Reveal the glories of thy name,

And put our anxious doubts to flight,
Like shades before the morning light.


For Increase of Faith.

1 LORD, I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.

C. M.


2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord, I believe; but thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow
The confidence I seek.

4 Yes, I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow!
Help thou my unbelief!


The Lord's Prayer.

1 OUR Heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now!
Thy name be hallowed far and near,
To thee all nations bow.

S. M.


2 Thy kingdom come; thy will
On earth be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfil
Thy perfect law above.

3 Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive as we forgive.


From dark temptation's power
Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,

And guide us to the end.

5 Thine, then, for ever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.

L. M.


"He will be our guide even unto death."

1 O THOU to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free!


2 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence, I fear,

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.


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?

L. M.


2 Can reason's dictates be obeyed?
Too weak, alas! her strongest aid;
O let religion then be nigh,
Whose consolations never die.

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;
Then, dying Hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
While Faith points upward to the sky.

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