C. M.

394.

KEBLE, ALT.

Grace to withstand Temptations.

1 BACK to the world we 've faithless turned,
And far along the wild-

Enjoyment sought, but sorrow earned-
Our steps have been beguiled.

2 Yet full before us, all the while,
The guiding pillar stays;
The living waters brightly smile,
The eternal turrets blaze.

3 O Father of long-suffering grace,
Thou who in love dost stay
Pleading with sinners face to face,
Through all their devious way,-

4 Thy guardian fire, thy guiding cloud,
Be round us as our wall;

Nor be our erring hearts allowed
Again to faint or fall.

L. M.

395.

WATTS,

Peace of Conscience.

1 LORD, how secure and blest are they
Who feel the joys of pardoned sin!
Should storms of wrath shake earth and
Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

sea,

3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so swift away!
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasures grow!
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.

8 & 7s. M.

396. Redeeming Love.

ANONYMOUS.

1 LORD, with glowing heart I 'll praise thee,
For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O Lord, my weak endeavor,
And my heart to rapture raise;
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy children's prayer to bless.

C. M.

397.

DODDRIDGE.

Cleanse Thou me from secret Faults.

1 SEARCHER of hearts, before thy face
I all my soul display;

And, conscious of its innate arts,
Entreat thy strict survey.

2 If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,

O let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.

3 If, tinctured with that odious gall,
Unknowing, I remain,

Let grace, like a pure silver stream,
Wash out the hateful stain.

4 If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,
Smite off my chains, and wake
To light and liberty.

5 To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;

my

soul

Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.

L. M.

398.

Amidst Temptation.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

1 My gracious Lord! whose changeless love
To me, nor life nor death can part!
When shall my feet forget to rove?
Ah, what shall fix this faithless heart?

2 Cold, weary, languid, thoughtless, dead,
To thy dread courts I oft repair;

By conscience dragged, or custom led,
I come; nor know that God is there!

3 O God, thy sovereign aid impart,
And guard the gifts thyself hast given;
My portion thou, my treasure, art,
And life, and happiness, and heaven.

4 Would aught with thee my wishes share,
Though dear as life the idol be,
The idol from my breast I'll tear,
Resolved to seek my all from thee.

1 AND shall I sit alone,

BEDDOME.

Oppressed with grief and fear,
To God my Father make my moan,
And he refuse to hear?

2 If he my Father be,

His pity he will show,
From cruel bondage set me free,
And inward peace bestow.

3

If still he silence keep

'Tis but my faith to try;

He knows and feels whene'er I
And softens every sigh.

weep.

4 Then will I humbly wait,
Nor once indulge despair;
My sins are great, but not so great
As his compassions are.

C. M.

400.

MILMAN.

Praying for Divine Help.

1 O HELP US, Lord! each hour of need

Thy heavenly succor give;

Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live.

2 O help us, when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore;

And when our hearts are cold and dead, O help us, Lord, the more.

3 O help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

4 O help us, Father, from on high;
We know no help but thee;

O help us so to live and die,
As thine in heaven to be.

The Soul returning to God.

1 RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest,

MONTGOMERY.

From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, toils, and snares.

2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole;
Safe through a thousand perils brought.

3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return,
From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,
Lay hold upon eternal life.

4 God is thy rest; - with heart inclined
To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest;- with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.