4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim My life, with all my active powers, 5 And though these lips shall cease to move, 6 Then shall my powers in endless strains Their grateful tribute pay : The theme demands an angel's tongue, 1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, 'T is sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. 2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise, 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 4 It is that harassed conscience feels And sees, though far, the hand that heals And ends the strife within. 5 O let me wing my hallowed flight From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Saviour's bliss to share! L. M. 593. DODDRIDGE. Choosing the better Part. 1 BESET with snares on every hand, 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart 3 Then let the wildest storms arise; 4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh, C. M. 594. DODDRIDGE. Seeking the Knowledge of God. 1 SHINE forth, Eternal Source of light, And make thy glories known; Fill our enlarged, adoring sight 2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays The brightest creatures boast; And all their grandeur and their praise Is in thy presence lost. 3 To know the Author of our frame True science is to read thy name, 4 For this I long, for this I pray, C. M. 595. COWPER. Submission to the Divine Disposal. 1 O LORD! my best desires fulfil, Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 3 No! let me rather freely yield 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; 5 But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils my skies Drives all these thoughts away. C. M. 596. MRS. STEELE. God our Portion. Psalm 4. 1 In vain the erring world inquires For true, substantial good; Whilst earth confines their low desires, 2 Not all the good which earth bestows 3 Begone, ye gilded vanities; 4 To thee, my God, my soul aspires; C. M. 597. DODDRIDGE. God speaking Peace to his People. Psalm 85. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite And thou, my soul, sit gently down 2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard, 3 Harmonious accents to my soul 4 By all its joys I charge my heart C. M. 598. T. HUMPHRIES. "Lord, remember me." 1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 2 When on my aching, burdened heart Thy pardon grant, new peace impart : 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, O let my strength be as my day: 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: |