S. M.

537.

PATRICK.

Holy Desires.

1 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.

3 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.

7 & 6s. M.

538.

"Rise, my Soul."

RIPPON'S COL.

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.

S. M.

539.

HERBERT.

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3

4

"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!

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.

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.

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,
For faith is mixed with unbelief.

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.

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

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!

S. M.

542.

MONTGOMERY.

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.

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,

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5

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.

Thine, then, for ever be
Glory and power divine;

The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.

L. M.

543.

MORAVIAN.

"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.

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?
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.