2 My spirit asks a firmer prop; 3 On this are built the brightest joys And 't is the same almighty voice 4 'T is this upholds the rolling spheres Then let my soul suppress her fears, — 5 Thy sacred word, thy solemn oath, I trust in everlasting truth, L. M. 585. SIR W. SCOTT. Imploring the Constant Presence of God. 1 WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, 3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 4 And oh! when gathers on our path, C. M. 586. WESLEY'S COL. The Saint's Rest. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains, A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 3 O that I now the rest might know, Now, Father, now the power bestow, 4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, 1 THE Swift not always in the race 2 Fond mortals but themselves beguile 3 Evil and good before thee stand, The blessing comes at thy command, 4 O Lord, in all our ways we 'll own L. M. 588. J. ROSCOE. Grateful Reliance on God. 1 How rich the blessings, O my God, 2 How calmly rolls the sea of life; 3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast 4 Then virtue's humble toil and prayer Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne, Triumphant over earthly care; And the blest record thou wilt own. C. M. 589. MONTGOMERY. Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom. 2 Chron. i. 1 ALMIGHTY God! in humble prayer 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth 3 We ask not honors which an hour We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 4 We ask for wisdom :- Lord, impart 5 The young remember thee in youth, The old be guided by thy truth L. M. 590. GASKELL. Looking unto Jesus always. 1 O NOT by Solemn rites alone May Calvary's cross to us be shown; 2 When indolence would have its will, 3 When men have done us cruel wrong, 4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes, 5 When pain, or sickness, or distress, C. M. 591. HEGINBOTHAM. Praising God in Life and Death. 1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God' Through all my mortal days; And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In each bright hour of peace and hope, And sanctifies my joy. 3 When gloomy care or keen distress Invades my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And soothe my pains to rest. |