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But they have left an aching void,
4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
5 The dearest idol I have known,-
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
So purer light shall mark the road
Love to Christ.
1 HARK! my soul! it is the Lord;
3" Can a woman's tender care
Love to Christ.
I DO not I love thee, O my Lord?
2 Do not I love thee, from my soul?
8 Is not thy name melodious still
Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat
4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,
Hast thou a foe, before whose face,
5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name,
And challenge the cold hand of death
6 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord! But Oh! I long to soar,
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A never-dying soul to save,
2 To serve the present age,
Oh! may it all my powers engage
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And Oh! thy servant, Lord! prepare
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,
Assured, if I my trust betray,
Seeking a Rest.
1 WE seek a rest beyond the skies,
Through floods and flames the passage lies,
2 The swelling flood, and raging flame,
Then let us triumph in his name,—
Sinai and Zion.
1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
Where milder words declare his will,
Whose names are writ in heaven!
3 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
In such society as this
My weary soul would rest:
The man who dwells where Jesus is,
The vigilant Servant.
1 YE servants of the Lord!
Each in his office wait;
With joy obey his heavenly word,
3 Watch 't is your Lord's command;
4 Oh! happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
Watching and Praying.
1 MY soul! be on thy guard,
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
2 Oh! watch, and fight, and pray ;-
3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done
Desiring the Presence of God.
1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs;
When will the mournful night be gone,
2 My God! Oh! could I make the claim,— My Father and my friend,
And call thee mine, by every name,
3 By every name of power and love,
Nor should my humble hopes remove,
4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is all my stay;
Here I would rest till light returns ;-
5 Speak, Lord! and bid celestial peace
Oh! smile and bid my sorrows cease,
6 Then, shall my drooping spirit rise
And change these deep, complaining sighs,
1 O LORD! my best desires fulfill,
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
2 Why should I shrink at thy command?
Why tremble at the gracious hand,
3 No.-let me rather freely yield
4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Restoration to Health.
1 KINDLY the Lord appeared
His love my sinking spirit cheered;
2 He found me on the bed
Of languishing and pain;
And bade me lean on him my head,