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3. Thy golden scepter from above

Reach forth; lo! my whole heart I bow; Say to my soul—“ Thou art my love

My chosen, 'midst ten thousand, thou." 4. O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs

Of a sick heart with pity view;
Hark, how my silence speaks, and cries-

Mercy, Thou God of mercy, show!

J. WESLEY.

525.

L. M.
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; Among them give these worlds away

These little despicable things. 4. I would not ask to climb the sky,

Nor envy angels their abode;
I have a heaven as bright and high,
In the blest vision of my

God.

WATTS.

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1. AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes;

See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;

Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 2. See where rebellious passions rage,

And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

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3. Thou treadest on enchanted ground;

Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part-

But most the traitor in thy heart, 4. Put on the armor, from above,

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love,
The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell.

MRS. BARBAULD.

527.

L. M.
1. Tay happy ones a strain begin :

Dost thou not, Lord, glad souls possess !
Thy cheerful Spirit dwells within ;

We feel Thee in our joyfulness. 2. Our mirth is not afraid of Thee;

Our life rejoices to be bright;
We would not from our gladness flee,

But give full welcome to delight.
3. Thou wilt not, Lord, our smiles deny:

Dost Thou not deem them of rich worth? Our cheer flows on beneath Thine eye;

We feel accepted in our mirth. 4. We turn to Thee a smiling face,

Thou sendest us the smile again;
Our joy, the richness of Thy grace-

Thine own, the cheer of this glad strain.

T. H. GILL.

528,

L.M.

1. Sort be the gentle breathing notes,

That sing the Saviour's dying love;
Soft as the ev’ning zephyr floats,

Soft as the tuneful lyres above:
2. Soft as the morning dews descend,

While the sweet lark exulting soars,
So soft to your Almighty Friend,

Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours.

3. Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray,

That scatters life and joy abroad;
Pure as the lucid car of day,

That wide proclaims its Maker, God.
4. True as the magnet to the pole,

So true let your contrition be-
So true let all your sorrows roll
To Him, who bled upon

the tree.

COLLIER.

529.

L.M.
1. WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise,

And fainting hope almost expires,
Jesus, to Thee I lift mine eyes-

To Thee I breathe my soul's desires.
2. If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then
my

immortal soul is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;

Here let me build, and rest secure.
3. Here let my faith unshaken dwell;

Immovable the promise stands;
Nor all the powers of earth or hell

Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.
4. Here, O my soul, thy trust repose !

If Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,

Shall break a union so divine.

MRS. STEELE,

530.

L.M.
1. I THIRST, but not as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share ;
Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid

That I should seek my pleasure there. 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

eye, None proves

less grateful to His care, Or yields Him meaner fruit than 1.

my father's

COWPER.

531.

L. M.

1. FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free,

What need I, that is not in Thee ?
Full pardon, strength to meet the day,
And
peace

which none can take away. 2. Doth sickness fill the heart with fear?

"T is sweet to know that Thou art near;
Am I with dread of justice tried ?

'T is sweet to feel that Christ hath died. 3. In life, Thy promises of aid

Forbid my heart to be afraid;
In death, peace gently vails the eyes ;

Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 4. O, all-sufficient Saviour! be

This all-sufficiency to me;
Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm.

1

532.

L. M. Peculiar.

. 1. I now have found abiding rest,

For which I long was sighing,
Now on my Saviour's faithful breast

My weary head is lying ;
This is the place where sin, no more,

And death and hell alarm me;
I now am safe, by Jesus' power,
From all that else would harm me.

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2. He whispers me—“I'm wholly thine,

And thou art Mine forever;
Henceforth all fear and doubt resign,

Confiding in My favor!
Thy ev'ry want shall find supply

From My exhaustless treasures;
I'll fill thy spirit with My joy,

The pledge of endless pleasures.' 3. From Jesus and His love, who now,

By terrors to divide me,
My great and many sins would show?
His wounds from vengeance

hide

me;
My sins are great-I'll not despair,

Though conscience, too, arraigns me,
Nor doubt my Saviour's watchfui care-

His arm of love sustains me.
4. I thank Thee, God's beloved Son,

Thy boundless grace adoring,
Which brought Thee from Thy glorious throne,

Our peace with God restoring.
O make heart a shrine, where peace

Shall keep her constant dwelling;
Where grateful praise shall never cease

Abroad Thy glories telling.

my

533.

L. M.
1. When marshaled on the nightly plain,

The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
2. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,

From every host, from every gem;
But one alone, the Saviour, speaks-

It is the Star of Bethiehem. 3. Once on the raging seas I de,

The storm was loud, the night was dark ;
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed

The wind that tossed my foundering bark,

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