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Grant us again to see thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief! 2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes lie dead, And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now for ever fled,
Is but a withered leaf,—
Help thou our unbelief!
Upon the couch of pain,
The spirit to detain;
Undimmed by tears of grief;
Help thou our unbelief!
For Perfect Love.
1 O That my heart was right with Thee,
And loved thee with a perfect love!
And never from his seat remove!
Till thou dost in my heart appear;
An everlasting morning there.
And bring the mighty blessing down;
C. M. 536. MONTGOMERY.
Resignation. 1 One prayer I have, — all prayers in one,
When I am wholly thine;
And let that will be mine.
2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Åre merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
May all thy bounties flow.
4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.
5 And, though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will ?
“ The Lord is gracious still.”
6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
For this is not my rest.
S. M. 537.
Will those who err instruct,
Their wandering steps conduct.
Teaches the meek his way ;
Who his just laws obey.
That mixes fear with love,
Thy wisdom shall approve.
From error, shame, and guilt;
Which on thy truth is built.
7 & 6s. M.
538. RIPPON'S COL.
Rise, my Soul.” i 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!
To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to thee I tend ;
In all be thou the end.
All may of thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,
Greatness and worth from thee.
4. If done beneath thy laws,
E'en servile labors shine;
The meanest work divine.
" Lord, we believe; help thou our unbelief."
i Lord! we have made our steadfast choice!
In Christ the Saviour we rejoice :
2 His promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting souls alive;
And hide the promise from our eyes. 3 Father, before it quite departs,
Renew the promise in our hearts;
Which thy own gracious power hath made. 4 Do thou the dying spark inflame;
Reveal the glories of thy name,
For Increase of Faith.
i Lord, I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
When from thy truth I stray.
Sometimes bedim my sight;
My faith is cold and weak;
The confidence I seek.
4 Yes, I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Help thou my unbelief!