4. And, O, when gathers on our path, 523. In shade and storm, the frequent night, L. M. WALTER SCOTT. 1. O FOR a glance of heavenly day, 2. The rocks can rend; the earth can quake; 3. To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt, 5. But Power Divine can do the deed; 1. JESUS, whose glory's streaming rays, Though duteous to Thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face, But vail'd before Thy presence stand ; 2. How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold Thy awful throne, Or view Thy unapproached light? HART. 3. Thy golden scepter from above Reach forth; lo! my whole heart I bow; My chosen, 'midst ten thousand, thou." 525. L. M. J. WESLEY. 1. OH! if my Lord would leave the skies, Drest in the rays of mildest grace, My soul should hasten to my eyes To meet the pleasures of His face. 2. In vain the tempter's flattering tongue, The world in vain should bid me move, In vain, for I should gaze so long, 'Till I were all transformed to love. 3. Then, mighty God, I'd sing and say, What empty names are crowns and kings; 4. I would not ask to climb the sky, I have a heaven as bright and high, WATTS. 1. AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes; 2. See where rebellious passions rage, Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 3. Thou treadest on enchanted ground; And powers of earth, and powers of hell. 527. L. M. MRS. BARBAULD. 1. THY happy ones a strain begin: Dost thou not, Lord, glad souls possess? We feel Thee in our joyfulness. 2. Our mirth is not afraid of Thee; 3. Thou wilt not, Lord, our smiles deny : Dost Thou not deem them of rich worth? 4. We turn to Thee a smiling face, 528. Thou sendest us the smile again; L. M. T. H. GILL. 1. SOFT be the gentle breathing notes, 2. Soft as the morning dews descend, 529. 3. Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray, That wide proclaims its Maker, God. L. M. the tree. COLLIER. 1. WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, 2. If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal soul is sure; Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 4. Here, O my soul, thy trust repose! MRS. STEELE. 530. L. M. 1. I THIRST, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; 2. It was the sight of Thy dear cross, First weaned my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings. 3. I want that grace that springs from Thee, That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn like me Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 4. For sure, of all the plants that share The notice of my father's eye, 531. None proves less grateful to His care, L. M. 1. FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, COWPER. 2. Doth sickness fill the heart with fear? 3. In life, Thy promises of aid Forbid my heart to be afraid; 4. O, all-sufficient Saviour! be 532. Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm L. M. Peculiar. 1. I Now have found abiding rest, This is the place where sin, no more, |